- A.R Asher

I met an older nb queer (I estimate early 50s) at the club last night. It was a religious experience. We talked about mushrooms, AIDs, and Terry Gilliams movies.

They told me about identifying as a sissy when they were a kid because that was the only term they had for an effeminate man. We talked about gender and the way the world has changed then they passed me a very strong joint.

As the night wore on they leaned over and told me how good it was to meet a butch for the first time in a long time. They told me that when they were 16 and sneaking out of the house to go to gay bars the butches were the ones who took them in.

I had to hold back tears in the club.

There are futures for all of us. And if your future involves tophats with feathers, silly songs, and trippy jackets, then there's a future for you too.

Franz Kafka // Sylvia Plath

I just want the world to treat butch lesbians better honestly

They so often get the brunt of everything and so rarely get a place that is soft and safe for them be

“Dont buy pride stuff from corporations” ok but this june can we start promoting and supporting lgbt+ artists/lgbt+ artists that sell pride merch? like I don’t have a whole lot of money but fellas 👀 if youre out there..

“you dtf?” yeah i’m dumber than fuck

i need people to understand that when a person with a chronic illness talks about the fatigue that comes with it, we're not talking about the tiredness that comes from a 10 hour shift at work, we're talking about the inherent exhausting heavy malaise that hangs on your entire body like a weighted blanket from the time you wake up in the morning and doesn't get any lighter as the day goes on.

fatigue doesn't come from exertion. it's just innate- and when it does come from exertion, it's been worse than the innate fatigue that was already there in the first place, and it adds on top of it, not replaces it.

What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence. Claude Monet

Happy pride month! 🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🌈

Lesbian pride knight to match my pride knight from last year

You want to fuck a midwestern butch who says stuff like, ‘jump my bones’ and, ‘ope, lemme scooch behind ya there’ soooooo bad

some thoughts on self objectification