
me when im in an Area
That’s a guy alright
he’s so fucking over there
girl?
OH I JUST REMEMBERED THE TWITTER THING. okay fine this is kind of funny
You can bend over backwards trying not to be one of “those” cringey queers who wears pride everywhere and goes by arson and has they/it/fluff/pixel/boo pronouns on a catgender pin they wear everywhere and suppress everything “extra” unlikable about your identity and pass as a “normal” cishet and mock everyone who dyes their hair for pride and wears rainbow nail polish and guess what? Conservatives will still want you dead. There is no appeasing them. Stand by your community. Maybe you’ll find that arson (they/it/fluff/pixel/boo) is going to be the best goddamn person to have in your corner when the republicans you’ve given up your life to placate inevitably turn on you and try to sentence you to death because any amount of queer is too damn queer. Maybe you’ll find that we are a community for a reason. We’re all equally degenerate in the eyes in conservatives and equally worthy of joy and life in the eyes of the “weird” queer community you shun.
I’ve only known arson for two minutes but if anything happened to fluff i would kill everyone in this website and then myself
Without hyperbole government offices that take half an hour of waiting to get anywhere and close at 4pm are are a form of oppression against the working class
I gotta say, this is one of my favourite mugs. the green might turn out more black than expected, it was a mix of a few things and …who knows. I can’t wait for this to get out of the kiln
without disability pride there is disability shame and disability denial. people ashamed or in denial of being disabled often wind up injured or dead from something that would have been prevented had they accepted themselves and used a wheelchair.
Or maybe got diagnosed and found a med that worked for them (How many car accidents happen because of ADHD inattentiveness or impulsiveness? just a thought.)
You sleepwalk. Occasionally, you wake up sore, bruised, and with more money than you remember. Today, you wake up in jail, with a note in your own handwriting: “My bad. Hang tight, I have a plan.”