People act like anti-masculinity isn't a problem in queer spaces, as if I'm not instantly perceived as bigger, angrier, and meaner than everyone else in the room just because I'm butch.
As if I'm not constantly relegated to being everyone's Big Angry Protector.
As if queer spaces haven't habitually treated me more like a snarling dog on my partners' leash than as a human being.
As if I'm not constantly told my "job" is to protect every other queer person with my physical body, even though I'm disabled.
As if I'm not assumed to be the aggressor in every dispute, even though I value de-escalation and mediation as vital skills.
As if I exist only to hurt others or to sacrifice my body for them, never being protected and comforted in kind.
Find someone else to defend pride against bigots. The butches are on strike until you treat us better and stop volunteering us for the firing line.
I'm tired of being told I'm supposed to take a bullet for people who would throw me under the fucking bus. Where's OUR defense squad? When do the butches get to be lovingly defended and treated to some kindness and care?
Butches deserve better. And that goes double for trans butches, of any gender.
Ghost: I hope they put our names next to each other on the government watch list Y/N: Y/N: Awww
I'm a big fan of hurt/comfort tropes where the hurt is ongoing and escalating. Characters trying to cope with their situation and insisting that it's fine, they're fine, even as things get worse and worse and worse - especially if no one around them knows what they're going through.
Characters hiding their illness, even as they grow sicker and sicker. Characters trying to cope as their homelife becomes increasingly abusive or neglectful. Characters ignoring their injuries, only for them to become infected. Characters being stalked/ tormented by a villain and pretending that everything is fine, even as the villain continues escalating. Characters left homeless as winter approaches and their money dwindles.
I could go on. There's something very satisfying about seeing a character frantically trying to pretend like everything is okay until eventually they can't hide it anymore and get caught (and helped) by the people around them.
How's mommy's little extrovert doing? Want to go to a party and make smalltalk with strangers? No need for you to message your discord friends anymore...
Taking the DIES key to the OMEN room
maybe i was crazy , or maybe i was just a girl interrupted
ideas for tumblr staff
dont remove the boop button
stop banning trans women for no reason