“you can’t tell someone’s sexuality from their appearance” there was a girl on the bus with electric blue hair in an undercut, 6 piercings in one ear, rainbow converse, and a ‘punch a fascist’ pin on her backpack it’s physically impossible for that person to be straight
the idea is more for straight people because they literally don’t know how to read coding properly….but coding is actually intended to communicate to other LGBT+ people, so
^this.
Queer people almost always spot even the subtlest things. Like small circle earrings that are the colors. The chain to your necklace isn’t just pretty/cute/fashion, it’s specific colors in a formation. Pins on purses or backpacks. Fashion and aesthetic you can’t put your finger on as to how or why you can understand the message, but you can all the same, and then you meet eyes, and there’s a small smile and nod as you recognize one of your own.
There’s something safe and reassuring in that moment.
My rainbow flannel isn’t for the straight folks around me. It’s interesting seeing who notices it and compliments me.
i could wear a pronoun pin but like i personally feel that strangers dont get to speedrun figuring out what i actually am. they gotta do the hard work themselves and theyre just lucky i dont carry a gameshow buzzer around to press when they get it wrong
reblogging this post again bc of how many cis ppl were mad bc they don’t understand jokes and thought I was actually gonna do this
My political platform is that all people who get mispronouned shall be issued at no cost 1 sturdy portable gameshow buzzer.
I fucked up my knee real bad as a teenager doing something stupid and had to get a couple rounds of surgery to get it sorted out. I can’t do general anesthesia because it’ll send me into a depressive episode, so I get epidurals instead. The last surgery I got was when I was maybe 24.
I did the epidural method for that one. From what I remember the anesthesiologist injected some fentanyl derivative directly into my spinal column, and - I basically just fucking spasmed out of pure joy on the gurney. I blurted aw, FUCK YEAH real loud because fentanyl direct to the brain is like Sex With God, and every person in the OR froze for a second, unsure of how to respond.
When a drunk girl outside a club bathroom speaks… you listen. If she tells you that you’ll find love despite being hurt in the past? She’s right. If she tells you to stop being so self-aware? She’s right. They are the modern day Oracles at Delphi and must be taken at their every word
outside after a lesbian concert (King Princess), i asked a girl dressed as jesus if she forgave me. a drunk girl ran up and slurred “i don’t mean to interrupt, but you don’t need to be forgiven. you don’t need to be forgiven.”
