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man, i am the most awkward nervous bashful queer around my crushes.

how is it that i always seem to crush on polyamorous femmes and/or queer ladies who, like, don’t see me *that way*?

merrrh.

ONE DAY i’ll find me a queer femme dude who likes to talk about feelings. ONE DAY.

queerhaiku:

Haiku No46 “Caress”

Hand caressing hand

Suddenly, the rain outside

Seems a little warmer

(Source: queerhaiku)

I have a date tonight. Well. In an hour and fifteen minutes. And I look and feel good so I think this will go well. Although I am still pretty surprised that I may suddenly have what I believe heterosexuals call a “love life”? Odd habits, them heteros.

If something interesting or weird happens, I’ll be sure to tell you, dear Tumblr.

Although if we kiss, do you really wanna know that?

scary-monster:

[Image: A black-bearded man in a blue tunic, a white turban and trousers, and black sandals, sits on a curb, holding a dandelion puff in one hand, with his other arm around the shoulders of a burka-clad woman, who is leaning into him with her hands linked loosely over her knees.  He is laughing and they are leaning into one another affectionately.]

mehreenkasana:

Finally. A photograph that does not adhere to conventional methods of portraying a Muslim couple as emotionless, hollow, sadistic beings from a far away land. This is love right here. This is a normal Muslim couple. How hard is it for some folks to understand that, yes, a Muslim husband and wife enjoy intimate moments together?

Why can’t people share more of these images? Damn it.

fuckyeahgaycouples:

I’m the one on the right. Almost 11 months now, they’ve been fabulous. I love this kid. 

pizza—cats.tumblr.com 

queerhaiku:

Haiku No 19 “Sculpture”

Take my solid form

And teach it how to become

Clay in your fingers

(Source: queerhaiku)

spencerdiamond:

This show gave me the strength to come to terms with my feelings and break up with my ex.

This photo is actually really relaxing to watch. Oh my god. I am clearly starving for affection. (I’m being light-hearted but sometimes I think that this is true.)

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So, I’ve mentioned I have a crush on a person. I want to talk about that.

Do you know how good it feels to want someone? Holy crap.

I’ve never felt like this for anyone before. It feels so honest and good. My desire for this person barrels past my depression and dysphoria and says, “Hey, look at me! You have to try really hard to not stare at this person because they are so beautiful, despite all your trans-shame!”

That’s pretty incredible.

My depression isn’t as bad as last semester, however my motivation for school has decreased drastically. Many things that once interested me, do not. I even jerk off way way less. And I haven’t been working on my self-care art project which is a twisted sort of irony since creating art makes me feel better.

I’ve been dealing with increased body dysphoria lately. I am unsure of why—it’s either because this cold has reminded me that I have a body or because spring is here and people are showing some skin. And while I do jerk off less, I spend that time imagining feeling completely safe, which is something I’ve been having huge issues with all semester. (Feeling completely safe usually involves being in one of my safe spaces getting a hug from one of my close friends.)

But back on track—this person makes me smile and laugh and even just looking at a picture of them makes me calm down. In better moments, I have the desire to do all sorts of things for them, both romantic and pleasurable. And then silly things too—I want to have folks on the street see us holding hands and then have arguments about what gender(s) we are. I want to slow dance with them, watch black and white movies, go to poetry readings together…

Regardless of whether or not this works out, I’m glad to have had this experience and these desires because as a trans person, I’ve frequently doubted my desirability to others and my desire to them. So realizing that I can and do have all of these wonderful thoughts to a person is fantastic.

Oliver’s dysphoria coping method: imagine a bunch of well-dressed trans* and genderqueer opera singers following you around, dancing, singing “Dysphoriaaaaa!”