hi as pride month draws near for june reminder that cishet aces/aros are not LGBT and don’t belong in our spaces
And like, just a reminder that people like op are the people I don’t want to share my spaces with.
Every time I see an exclusionist on here and I click their profile they’re like 17 or 19 or maybe 21 at best.
And that’s fair- it’s not like people that age can’t have opinions or be right, they’re people.
But when I think about how long it took me to work out my own damn sexuality, gender, and all that crap, and how gently I stepped once I realised I was queer, and how much listening to people I did to see who the hell was out there…how much I am STILL learning about people who have different experiences…
…it feels really odd to see people this young being so secure in their belief of who should be excluded from the community.
Not how to support and include, to help and support, but how to exclude.
Like…being confident in your own sexuality at 19? Fuck yeah, good for you, I’m happy you had a better chance and an earlier start than I did.
But… telling other people they’re not queer enough to be in ‘your’ space?
Your space? Not mine anymore? Huh.
I’m over here at 35 still listening and learning and trying to understand everyone’s perspectives, discovering that sexuality is even more complex and nuanced than I know…and all these people barely out of their teens are talking like they know everything there is to know about being LGBT, ever. Like it’s all been written down, stamped, sealed, confirmed by some Authority.
Mmmm. No. Just… have an ounce of humility. Try gaining some perspective, please.
You haven’t lived long enough to even really listen to real life aces, to really think about what LGBT means. I don’t mean this as an ageist insult, I just really think that this kind of shit deserves TIME- hell I know it deserves time and thought because I am STILL unlearning bad assumptions and behaviours, and STILL meeting people who define themselves outside of the frame that I was once taught meant ‘LGBT’.
And you, a teen raised in a world that’s still pretty fucking homophobic and doesn’t recognise half of what the LGBT community itself has taken years to acknowledge, you think you know it all?
Because you’re online?
While you’re here, read some posts where ace people talk about how they’re treated. Forget semantics for a while: read the experiences.
I’m online too, I have been for some time. Doesn’t make me right, but experience is of some value. Experience in listening to queer people who aren’t quite like me, that is, in trying to understand how I am similar, instead of trying to figure out how they do not belong. In how people rework things, figure out how they can be less harmful, more inclusive, more representative of all those who are marginalised.
See, Q is queer but also often Questioning. It’s still important to let people be Questioning, there is an astounding amount of queerphobia in the world and we are NOT done working out the labels. We may never be.
Not so long ago, the T in lgbt was under question. Bisexuals are still being excluded.
So I’m being told I don’t matter by people who weren’t even born yet when I realised I wasn’t straight. They’re skipping right over all the reflection and going straight to self-affirmation by exclusion.
Which, again- if you are born into a world where you never have to question your identity, oh good grief I hope that’s real for everyone some day.
But we’re not there yet, yanno? And I resent being told that after all these years of soul-searching and careful, very careful questioning of whether I belong and how I can be a good member of the community, people arrive so 100% certain of their claim to being LGBT that the first thing they do is try to kick others out.
tl;dr I was here first and I’m not amused.
My general feeling when These Kids start yelling about who does or doesn’t Belong in the collection of the broken, hurt and strange that is the queer community:
Pride month is an especially shitty time to tell queer people that they’re not queer enough and that they’re not welcome.
I’d like to take this opportunity to invite any exclusionists following me to kindly eff off (and also unfollow me while you’re at it 🙂 Happy Pride!
[ID: a picture of Mr. Rogers smiling, beside the caption “You are not acting like the person Mr. Rogers knew you could be.”]
Since we have it on good authority that KMT has secretly been running a Reylo blog and is probably around here somewhere, let me take this moment to say
*turns on bullhorn*
YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT SWEETIE, FUCK THE HATERS, WE WILL FIGHT THEM FOR YOU THEN BRING YOU CHOCOLATE CAKE
Happy Pride Month Eleanor Roosevelt was queer, the Little Mermaid is a gay love story, James Dean liked men, Emily Dickinson was a lesbian, Nikola Tesla was asexual, Freddie Mercury was bisexual & British Indian, and black trans women pioneered the gay rights movement.
Florence Nightingale was a lesbian, Leonardo da Vinci was gay, Michelangelo too, Jane Austen liked women, Hatshepsut was not cisgender, and Alexander the Great was a power bottom
Freddie Mercury is well known for his attraction to men but was also linked to several women, including Barbara Valentin whom he lived with shortly before he died. Friends have talked about being invited into their bed and walking in on them having sex (documentary Freddie Mercury: The Great Pretender)
Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera are two of the best-known activists who fought in the Stonewall riots
Jane Austin never married and wrote about sharing a bed with women (Jane Austen At Home: A Biography by Lucy Worsley)
Hatshepsut took the male title Pharaoh (instead of Queen Regent) and is depicted in art from the time the same way a male Pharaoh would have been
“Alexander was only defeated once…and that was by Hephaestion’s thighs.” is a 2,000 year old quote
I want to hire you to follow me around and defend my honor with meticulous research
Jane Austen was probably bisexual! She def had very close relationships with women (ahem, suggestive eyebrows) but she was also in love with a man who ultimately could not marry her, but named his daughter Jane.
So I’m at Walmart returning 37 pool noodles (because youth ministry) & rather than explaining the whole story of why I’m a grown man returning 37 pool noodles; when asked “Reason for return?” I just said: “The shopping list said noodles, but not what kind… boy was my wife mad.”]
Wow some people really want me to stop writing that fic altogether yeah? Not only are you all apparently entitled to updates every three days, I should also step the fuck up on the comment replies because it’s not like I need to work or sleep
listen here, assholes. WRITERS OWE YOU NOTHING. THEY WORK THEIR ARSES OFF AND ENJOY AND SUFFER THIS FUCKING HOBBY WHICH THEY THEN SHARE WITH YOU FOR NOTHING.
I WILL EXPLAIN SLOWLY WITH AN EXAMPLE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND.
Imagine a street where a thousand knitters have gathered to knit. They put their stuff on the table, a bazillion garments. They’re there for you to take with you, if you want. You can pick, by the way, nobody makes you get anything. If you want it, it’s there. If not, walk on by.
So imagine you see a sock and think “oh nice” and pick it up to take it with you. What do you do? WHAT DID YOUR MOMMA TEACH YOU TO SAY? Say “Hey, thanks!” — that’s the KUDOS button for you. Now, if you’re minimally polite, and aware of how much thought and work went in every fucking stitch, you can even say something about the colors, the stitching, the design, the finishings. You can say “I like your stuff! Keep knitting!”
The knitter hears you, smiles to themselves, keeps knitting. Working on that fucking second sock you’re waiting for, in the middle of work, life, not feeling great about the design, having second thoughts, suffering from dropped stitches and loss of confidence. They keep knitting.
What you do NOT do? Go poke them. “Hey I said this was really nice, why don’t you say thank you or something? you’re so entitled omg”
ooookay. That knitter whose sock you just took? Is one of the top ones in that street. She gets a bazillion punters. She’s been there like 5 years. She has like 45 nice comments on their knitting (chapter) today alone. They can stop their work to say thank you (again and again and again) or try to find something nice and a bit different to reply to your comment, and sometimes they really feel up to it and have the time to do it, and sometimes they don’t.
In any case, THEY DON’T FUCKING OWE IT TO YOU. THEY DON’T OWE YOU A THING. YOU ALREADY GOT THE FUCKING SOCK.
SO. As a knitter, when someone goes to my inbox with:
a) “when will you finish the next one?”
b) the colors are fucking awful. I feel personally attacked.
d) this would be so much better if you had not done this that and the other
e) your knitting supports abuse/paedophilia/incest go die you piece of shit.
that is an attack. That SURE makes me stop my fucking knitting, lift my eyes from the work, and tell that person what I think of them their manners and their entire worldview. Thank god, it’s not 45 of them, just the odd one, I can make time for that. And I will, so that maybe the next person who picks the fucking sock and is thinking of saying anything remotely like the above, they will know that this shit doesn’t go unanswered in these parts. Taking it lying down it’s BAD FOR MY HEALTH. I SURE FUCKING AM GOING TO MAKE TIME TO REPLY.
BUT THAT’S JUST ME. what would YOU do, person?? do YOU write fic?? at all??
FOR THE RECORD, I try to reply to thoughtful comments, the kind that go beyond “nice update, thanks!” and elaborate a bit, or have questions, or whatever. If I have time. If I’m feeling up to it. It’s not that I feel like I’m above or whatever, it’s just I don’t feel copypasting 40 times “thank you!” will be of much use to anyone. I think people will assume I read that and smiled about it and felt good. I appreciate it. Maybe I should copypaste “thank you!” as many times as it takes, i don’t know. Maybe I am rude and entitled. In any case, that’s the deal. If you don’t like it, nobody fucking makes you pick up my socks.
okay i’m tired. Back to work.
That commenter is not being the person Mr. Rogers knows they could be.
I really wanted to draw Sherlock giving a blowjob because goodness those cheeks and lips look amazing. And so I did and I really like the outcome.
Also I’m trying to improve my coloring so this was a nice practice. And I don’t usually do nsfw stuff (or just dicks really) so this was fun. Still, making nsfw stuff like this is so odd :’D Maybe I’ll stick to the non-sexual ones now on…
Ok to explain myself, I tried to reblog this from the op but they are no longer there, the art as far as I can tell is no longer on their blog but the link still links to the art. I’m posting the full art here in case the link ever stops working (it’s happened many times and it’s always sad when one you love can no longer be seen. If I got this all wrong, please tell me and I’ll delete this.
Pass these around to make sure everyone knows which ones not to pass around
Under no circumstances reblog this. It is forbidden.
Oops fingers slipped!
Just for safety. We don’t want people accidentally sharing these.
Spreading the word so people know not to share these, I’ve done my good deed today
Whoops did I click reblog? Silly me.
Fun fact about Donald Trump. I always kinda thought that maybe the orangeness was just an unfortunate side effect of cameras, lighting, angles, etc. But my marching band actually was in his inauguration parade…and I was on the end of the front line of instruments, so I saw him in his box out of the corner of my eye….
And he is 100% that orange in person.
So there’s that.
You probably shouldn’t open that first one up in photoshop and copy-paste those chins in an endless tower. Just a suggestion.
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