food52:

Breakfasts that will make you really want to get out of bed.

Read more: 5 Summery Breakfasts for Any Morning on Food52

lack-lustin:

gaywrites:

We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  

And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 

Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.

I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”

I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.

Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.


(My Son Wears Dresses And That’s OK With Me | Seth Menachem for xoJane)


yo this dude is a keeper

lack-lustin:

gaywrites:

We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  
And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 
Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.
I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”
I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.
Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.

yo this dude is a keeper

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pigeonbits:

A couple panels I like from the minicomic about nonbinary gender I’m working on.  Still on track to hopefully have copies by SDCC!  (And in the meanwhile, all the pages are being posted to my patreon as I finish ‘em — up to 12 now!)

pigeonbits:

A couple panels I like from the minicomic about nonbinary gender I’m working on.  Still on track to hopefully have copies by SDCC!  (And in the meanwhile, all the pages are being posted to my patreon as I finish ‘em — up to 12 now!)

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howthehelldidibecomeaduck:

fuckyeahsexpositivity:

bisexualzuko:

onionhighonionandrenown:

viyahshadinikah:

Lesbian Jewish-Hindu Wedding 

This is both gorgeous and adorable.

The caption delights me.

The level of cuteness in this needs to stop.

—BB

I like the modern and traditional dresses together, that’s so cool!

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lesmeaning:

instead of spending so much time assuring other people that “asexuals can have sex to please their partner” why don’t we spend time assuring asexuals that they are under no obligation to have sex with their partners to please them, and that if their partner cant respect their sexuality, they don’t deserve them.

(Source: monosexuals, via moonlilith)

http://asexual-not-a-sexual.tumblr.com/post/92153454660/this-is-a-giant-rant-about-some-recently-thoughts

asexual-not-a-sexual:

[This is a giant rant about some recently thoughts I’ve had about my trans identity and body. Just heads up that I talk about testosterone and body stuff.]

The past few months have been pretty defining for my identity. A lot of things that have been kinda murky are starting to become a lot…

http://asexual-not-a-sexual.tumblr.com/post/92545340840/i-love-when-my-friends-post-selfies-seeing-my

asexual-not-a-sexual:

I love when my friends post selfies.

Seeing my friends be happy about their appearances or outfits or whatever makes me so excited because there is so much toxic bullshit out there aimed to make all of us feel unworthy because of our appearances.

So when my friends post a selfie, it’s kind of a…

http://asexual-not-a-sexual.tumblr.com/post/92433085535/just-got-approved-to-start-t-well-i-gotta

asexual-not-a-sexual:

JUST GOT APPROVED TO START T!!!!!!

Well, I gotta wait for my blood tests to come in, but my doctor said if that’s all set we’re ready to start within the week!

Shout out to Planned Parenthood of Northern New England for:

  • Asking and respecting my pronouns
  • Acknowledging that trans people exist

Anonymous Asked:
I feel like when I'm back in this old house, I'm back to my depression, anxiety and manic fear that I'll disappoint my parents. I hate it here. I hate myself here. I feel the old memories of numbing boredom and morbidity sinking back into my bones. In the city, I have freedom and unconditional love and support. Here, I have no privacy, no support and most of all I have no one to talk to. I moved out for this reason. But now I'm forced back for financial and social reasons that I can't control.

beneath-a-lonely-place:

Leaving New York City was one of the most difficult decisions I’ve ever had to make – it was a decision that was leaving behind my education, my friendships, the livelihood and energy of a place I wanted nothing more but to call my home –

I was leaving behind a better known happiness that I hadn’t experience beforehand because beyond the city, where my house sits in a little crooked town, where you need to drive 45 minutes just to get to a good bar or a place to eat, where I no longer have the value of friendships, where I’m constantly reminded that I am never good enough, the city was my safe haven – my sanctuary – my home.

Needless to say, Anon, this is a story I know all too well because my life back in Westchester, where my parents live, and where I currently live, is empty and barren, isolating and desolate, silent in a bitterness which reminds me just how little I’ve gone since I’m moved back. My advice? Find something that you love and make it your passion – your ambition – your way of life.

Because that is what is getting me through at the moment because I don’t have a special somebody to hold at night – to calm me when my doubt is at its worst or a shoulder to lean on when I’m too tired to fight through the insecurities which trouble me late at night.

What gets me through is looking beyond this current time in my life and knowing that I am so much more than my depression, than my struggles, than my loneliness – I may not be entirely happy but I’ve certainty never allowed myself to give up because what more do we have to offer if we don’t have faith, love and hope?

A little hope can go a long way. So whatever it is that you, don’t give up on yourself.  

"You know what needs to stop just as much as homophobia, bullying within the LGBT Community… A ‘bisexual’ isnt just greedy.. ‘Pansexual’ exists and isnt a cop out.. ‘Straight’ people can be huge gay advocates and blessings to the community… you can identify as trans without surgery, you can be gender fluid… infact guess what… you can be whoever you are and like whoever you like and WE should spread the love and acceptance we constantly say we dont receive."

Ruby Rose (via nine38)

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