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illuminatedcomics · 2 years
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"The Comic that makes you go Insane if you read the ending" A tale of Eldritch Horror Warning: reading the ending could lead you to go insane.
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amalgamationink · 1 month
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NAPOWRIMO24 #14: THE AUTHOR RESPONDS TO HIS DECADE-OLD SUICIDE NOTE
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bipunkharrington · 3 months
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Honestly being trans and having a wide range of trans friends is largely an exercise in cataloguing which of your transmasc friends are gonna find being told to "go piss girl" hurtful, and which will find it hilarious.
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fruit-teeth · 9 months
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It never fails to throw me off when a seemingly very progressive person on here STILL uses the r-slur against people as an insult. Like hey can you stop that shit please
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xxv1l3-1c3xx · 8 months
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people who call you a faggot but in a way that feels like they’re calling you “my love” >>
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i saw a tv show some days ago where a young woman in the 60s/70s (don't remember exactly but it was either 60s or 70s, nothing else) was violently harrassed and bullied for being gender non conforming, for "looking like a man" (short hair, masculine clothes, no makeup, etc) and for liking "men things" (she loved cars, and was very good at mechanics, a subject she wanted to study), and her bullies were using the word "queer" against her, writing it on her chair, yelling it at her, etc (we learn later that she wasn't a lesbian, actually, but they thought she had to be one since she was masculine), at the end of the episode the girl is sent to conversion therapy, where they try to force her to become feminine, to act "like a woman", to wear make-up, etc., until they end up lobotomizing her (after several sessions of "electrical tests" supposed to "cure" her) because she resisted and was impossible to "cure". she dies short after that, and the very end of the episode takes place years and years later, decades later, and we see a girl with blue hair sitting on a chair with a big smile, proudly wearing a t-shirt saying "queer planet" with a lgbt flag.
if that doesn't represent very well the current lgbtqia+ community, i don't know what will, lol. this girl faced horrible violence and discrimination for being gender non conforming and because everyone thought she was a lesbian, they used the word queer, a slur, against her, and years later a teenager who doesn't know half of the things people went through decades ago for fighting and just being who they were comes with her blue hair proudly using this slur as if it was just a word.
people suffered decades ago for being same sex attracted and gender non conforming, they went through hell, the word queer was used against them as a slur, and now people who didn't go through any of that (which is a good thing of course) and don't know their history try to reclaim this term, to use it casually, to pretend it isn't a slur and should be used to describe the entire community. that's disgusting.
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libraryleopard · 3 months
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Adult nonfiction
Queer humor/travel/memoir by a lesbian blogger who goes on a road trip to visit America's surviving lesbian bars
Explores queer community and spaces alongside the author's own life and visits to the bars
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I want to get this all off my chest and quick. This is a vent. Check the hashtags for TWs please.
I’m mostly going over my experience as a queer Romanian teenager. I don’t have a platform, nor any kind of a following so I doubt anyone will ever see this. But for whoever is out there and came across my story, thank you. Someone once said that an artist’s legacy can never truly die because of the internet. They said it as a bad thing in that context but today, I’ve decided to honor my legacy and not let it die. Even if it’s not a strong one at all. Even if probably no one cares. I don’t care either. I’ll put this out there for whoever is interested in a different perspective. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re like me. Maybe you’re a gay Romanian looking for comfort. Maybe you have a shitty family or maybe you have shitty friends and you want closure. You want to confirm that we truly are everywhere. Well, I’m here to do just that. So, there it goes:
I have two cousins around my age. They’re not really my cousins but I talk to them like they were, think about them like they were and call them my cousins. We’re actually just very distant law-relatives. But they are as important to me as a cousin might be.
There’s a boy exactly my age. Which, for whoever knows is the age you normally take the EN (National Evaluation) in Romania. Then, there’s a girl five years, or so I think, younger than us. I usually have fun with them. We talk and joke around and ask tons of questions because we don’t see eachother often.
They’re on my mind because for the first time in 6 months I saw them. I spent two full days with them in the countryside. Everything was going so well. And everything went well until the end. Until the overthinking, that is. And this overthinking kept telling me the same thing over and over and over again.
What if this is the last time you see them?
Or, that is to say, the last time they want to see me. The question if we would make it simpler would be: What if they find out?
This “What if they found out?” has been the bane of my existence since I first learned I was bisexual. Here, people don’t take that kind of news especially well. My parents wouldn’t take it well, nor would the rest of my family. But I don’t think about that because I don’t get crushes often. Because the chance of my actually having a girlfriend is close to zero. However, I’ve been catching feelings for a girl I’ve met in acting class. I thought about her this whole weekend. She was the only thing on my mind when I wasn’t hanging out with my cousins. And that got me thinking.
What if it’s going to become a reality? What if the fact that I have a girlfriend will come up? What if someone finds out? What, then?
These questions are swimming through my head as I’m writing this rant. Who would be by my side? Who would shush my name? I think about the cousins. What will they say? Then, suddenly, like blunt force to the head it hits me. With a quick dash of realization it hits me.
They wouldn’t speak to me ever again.
The boy is an avid fan of toxic advice from the likes of Andrew Tate. He assured me he’s not a Tate fan, though. He doesn’t support his views on women. But does everything else. He makes casual homophobic comments which shouldn’t mean anything but they throw me forcefully out of the conversation and into a bottomless pit of self doubt.
The girl, however, she’s young. Impressionable and young. In my family that means she’s doomed. With all those slur yelling, joke making homophobes what young person can escape? Especially if you’re not queer. I almost didn’t escape and I am queer.
So, in those nice moments of bonding that we have and the nice little chats that we hold sometimes shivers run up my spine. What if? The questions ring and yell.
The boy makes a joke. What if?
The girl laughs at somebody. What if?
The family makes their daily comment. What if? What if? What if?
Of course, I wouldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let myself get outed. Unfortunately, you don’t have autonomy on those kinds of things. I wouldn’t even protect a fellow member of the community in front of them, nor shame them. I live in a kind of purgatory. My family is wealthy enough. At least after my grandma dies. I’ll stand up for us after my grandma dies. Yet, something tells me I still won’t. Why? Because I’m a coward, that’s why.
I look gay, I really do. They don’t want to notice that though. I live in an entirely don’t ask, don’t tell family, specifically with my parents. They would much rather like to blindly pretend than actually care for their child. Moreover, their different child. I’ve always been a different child and for that, I am doomed. Again, another endless painful purgatory.
I walk the earth between the hateful and the tolerant; my people and their people.
Us v. Them.
That’s what is playing over and over again in my head. And soon tears will start filling my eyes with the ideology. Am I part of us or will they see me otherwise? Will they see the masculine, short haired afab who doesn’t dare stand up and curse at me in their spinning thoughts. They see me, clearly one of us, marching with the others. I don’t want to be that. But, alas, what if?
I like my cousins. I wish I could see them growing up. I wish they could see me growing up. They always compliment me on my knowledge and my work. They look up to me and relate to me.
The boy relates to me because of our age. I like talking with him about that. He’ll get high scores on the EN, I just know it.
The girl relates to me because of our gender. I like talking with her about it. She’ll make a great feminist one day. Shame, that I won’t be able to see it.
I won’t be able to see anything after they find out.
I’ll go from being praised to being shunned as quickly as a body droping from one of those post-communist blocks of flats. They won’t want me there and look at me with disgust in their eyes, a slur on their lips and the preaches of AUR members in their ears.
But just thinking this drives me insane. The people who I know and love won’t love me if they knew me. They would turn around so quickly and I’ll forget their faces and I’ll move on so easily. But, once in a while, when I’ll look up and see the back of their head I’ll wonder what I did wrong. And I’ll be thinking: what if I was normal?
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cashew-milkk · 3 months
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no islamic talk is complete without my mom insinuating that my “choice” of being queer and trans is gonna lead me to a stray path away from jannah. so lovely. you can either have a happy trans and queer kid (doomed to jahannam) or have a miserable closeted one that represses their feelings so much to the point of contemplating suicide. every day. (also doomed to jahannam) which is what’s happening right now actually. and my friends wonder why i don’t like talking about islam… sigh…
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crabussy · 1 year
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your poll is dumb because i'm a lesbian but i'd rather kill myself than click "i'm queer :)" as if i didn't get called that by the men kicking my head in and then raping me :)
I'm really, really sorry about your trauma, that sounds beyond horrifying to go through. I hope your abusers go through hell and I wish you recovery.
queer is an important word to me and many, many others and I'm so sorry it was used against you in such a brutal way. This is the reason I included lgbtqia+ in the options as I know there are many people out there who don't identify with or like the word queer for a number of valid reasons, and I only wanted to see how many people on tumblr are part of our community. I never expected to get asks about rape or slurs or abuse or suicide, I just made the poll for fun. I'm sorry if I brought up any memories of those times for you.
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simply-ask-games · 2 years
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please stop tagging my queer asks with 'q slur' or whatever. I will eat your tendons.
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i don’t think i know how to exist with
a mouth unbloodied,
with my hands empty of touch.
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i hunger for love,
and love consumes me in kind —
an ouroboros choking itself to death.
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chaoticsoulsword · 1 year
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saying people should die over a fictional ship is terminally online mentality. plz speak to real queer people instead of basing your entire personality on an amazon show that doesnt show queer pda because of homophobia.
If this is about that post exposing those two transphobic and aroacephobic Good Omens blogs, then lemme make myself clear to you. I never said people should d word because of a ship. I said those two accounts are extremely transphobic and exclusionist. And for being shitty TERFs, they should definitely d word :)
More than that, I don't feel like going holier-than-thou christian guilt when a hate group is against the entire existence of minorities, thanks.
On top of that, If you're mad about the tv show's DELIBERATE lack of queer representation (to you), there's always OFDM and WWDITS. That is, if you're not mad about Jim being non-binary but not saying it with all the letters, or the fact that it took three seasons for Guillermo to come out as gay despite the deliberate sexual tension between him and Nandor. Ah, and the fact that Jemaine stated all the vampires are pansexual but I don't think it's good enough for you, is it? I was also going to recommend Sandman but you think Neil is homophobic despite 90% of the characters being queer :/
In conclusion: you're hilarious. "Speak to real queer people."
I'm a real queer person myself and I definitely talk to people who touch grass. Not a single of them is mad about pda in Good Omens. Actually, we all love it and see ourselves in Azi and Crowley and the kind of relationship they have 💜 That's a you problem, actually.
Happy second season! It looks so promising, I can't wait 💜
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hylianengineer · 10 months
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Oh jeez, going through the notes of a post that got attacked by terfs so I could block them was a bad idea. I can't unsee that shit. I feel all slimy now.
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cactusfru1ts · 2 years
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basically at this point i think anyone who is not upset by words like “adulting” and sentences like “i cant english today” should have a good enough understanding of the english language to understand that using kin as a verb isnt really “incorrect” and almost always makes sense in context and is often actually easier to read and process than more “correct” uses for a lot of people and i honestly think that the problem is that people who treat language more casually are looked down on by polite society and a lot of people who are othered by that society will try to recreate themselves in its image to regain the acceptance they felt in the past and like i do empathize with that but i also dont really get why im supposed to give a shit about other peoples linguistic hangups just to get to stay in a discord server
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safeashousespdf · 2 years
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when people say “there are bigger problems affecting the community” in response to slur discourse, what we mean isn’t that you should be solving those huge problems instead of policing language, what we mean is that we can’t let ourselves fall victim to late-stage capitalist individualism when we are so much stronger as a group. back in the 90s, we all called each other dykes and fags because we saw ourselves as one community united against a common enemy. when the queer community starts dividing itself with the use of micro labels, separate flags and slur discourse is when we become the most vulnerable. it’s not about wanting to say a slur, it’s about not wanting to undo the community built by our queer ancestors. the far-right wants infighting, and it’s being handed to them on a silver platter.
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