just because i don’t follow u back doesn’t mean i think u have a shitty blog. you might just have posts/fandoms/stuff i don’t really want on my dash. and hey, that’s fine. it’s YOUR tumblr you’re here for you and that’s goodgreatawesome
but please don’t think me not following you back means i hate u 5ever and that u can never inbox me or reply to my posts or follow me on twitter or something b/c that is not what it means at all
Youre acephobic is appreciated by everyone going through the asexual tag!! Have fun living in a world that makes you feel like a piece of shit all the time because you're too fucking "broken" to be accepted by neither straight people nor other members of the LGBT+ community! Sure, we get less violence, but it sure as fuck isn't a cakewalk for us.
You get NO violence. The word you’re looking for there is “no” violence.
And yes, I know EXACTLY what it’s like to walk through a world that makes me feel like shit because I’m “broken.” I also know what it’s like to walk through a world that might murder me for doing something like, oh I dunno, taking a piss. Or existing!
I know what it’s like to hate myself so completely because the world has told me I’m worthless, and a freak, and crazy, and deserving of being the butt of everyone’s jokes, and deserving of violence for daring to be transgender. I’ve been told by the world, repeatedly, that the WORST thing anyone could POSSIBLY do is sleep with me, because “omg she used to be a DUDE!” I’ve come to EXPECT that someone will beat the shit out of me if they find out about my past, because I’ve “tricked” them… and I’ve come to expect that were I to press assault charges (assuming I lived) that the case would be thrown out because “trans panic” is a viable defense.
I know what it’s like to want nothing more than to kill myself to end that pain, to give the world what it really wants - me, dead. If not by someone else’s hand, then by my own.
So when this stuff happens to you, let me know. We’ll have a beer and cry on one another’s shoulders. Until that time, stop appropriating the LGBTQ+ community’s struggles as your own because you don’t know shit about oppression.
One time in 3rd grade this kid sat behind me during story time and started playing with my hair (random people touching your hair without asking is something you kind of learn to get used to when you have curly hair) so I was doing my best to ignore him.
When I got home that day I discovered that he hadn’t been pulling on the curls to watch them bounce like a normal bored kid, but had instead spent the entire hour tying my hair into hundreds of tiny, undoable knots. I had to get the 2nd worst hair cut of my life.
His unprovoked act of malice sparked a primordial rage and thirst for revenge in myself that I hadn’t known existed prior, and have only experienced twice since. He had ruined something I loved, so I decided to destroy something he cherished.
The next time we had story time, I sat behind him and carefully picked off all of the lettering on the back of his signed Yzerman jersey. I had to miss recess for a week but it was worth it to see him cry. Hair would grow back, but that jersey was ruined forever.
“If fewer women pass the physical test to become firefighters, that can only be because of sexism. If fewer blacks pass the written test —that’s racism. If fewer whites play professional basketball—no, forget that one.”—Ann Coulter (via eftrom)
LITERALLY THE EXAMPLE I USE ALWAYS IS THE FUCKING WOMAN FIREFIGHTER ONE