Queer - Blog Posts
Apparently my taste in women has some people "concerned"
I'm going to write a book and make it really good and the story amazing and everyone will love it and then I'll write the sequel where everything will be gay and I'll piss off all the straights and I will grow powerful
I don't understand how straight ppl can say "Oh yeah, I support gays but I don't want my kid to be exposed to gay media." Because they think it would turn their kid gay, but guess fucking what? I'm gay even though I was exposed to straight media so that logic makes no sense
✷MOTOTHEY
- This is my new oc Fern!
- They're non-binary and have a mysterious scar on their eye...
🐻🪄be gay, be proud!
- Damn, Marshall... I was just getting used to your mustache.
- ...
| Happy pride month! 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
[OCS] Marshall Williams ( by me ) and Rick Rug ( by @bossyyy )
🜏MOCK CHR*ST!🜏
made this one just for fun...
Despite everything, it's still me.
Hi, I'm sanmeikitten. I'm a former psychology student from Parts Unknown. Eons ago, I fell to earth and landed in someone's backyard where I attempted to establish a base to conquer this desolate planet, but was unfortunately mistaken for a toaster. At some point I became quantum entangled with an angel, collapsed into a tesseract, and now communicate with three-dimensional space through an Owl House fanfic. I write a lot. Most of it is meaningless, but a lot of it will make you cry. Here's my pitch for the fic: This is the ongoing Owl House fanfic that I came out of a 21 year fanfiction retirement to write! Mature rated for an overall serious approach to trauma and mental health, with an emphasis on learning to live with mental health challenges through the support of community and found family. Everybody needs hugs; everybody gets hugs. You don't necessarily have to be familiar with the franchise to read it (I wrote it as if to a brand new audience), but you'll get more references and allusions if you are. And it's incredibly queer. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55091485/
Love and Nature
Osdea, the god of love, fell hopelessly in love with the god of nature, Ezella. Osdea tried everything she could to have the indifferent god acknowledge her, but Ezella never gave her the time of day. Osdea tried helping the flora and fauna, hoping to appeal to the god of nature through kindness. She tried befriending the different nature spirits, attempting to learn anything about Ezella. She tried just being in the same area as Ezella often, so maybe they'd take an interest in her, like she had in them.
Finally, when Osdea had given up hope in all else, she brought Ezella a small bouquet of flowers, ones she had seen them care for, and tried talking to the god. Ezella curtly turned Osdea down, but Osdea saw this as progress, for she had finally gotten Ezella to acknowledge her! And so Osdea brought another bouquet of flowers the next day, with the same result. She continued bringing flowers every day, each time with the same result.
On the fourth day, Ezella, growing steadily losing what little patience they had left from the frequent irritations said, "Every day you cut and bring me flowers that I have grown. Every day I turn you down, but that still does not seem to dissuade you. Your young naivety seems to know no bounds, so let me put this as plainly as possible. For as long as you continue bothering me and cutting the flowers I have grown and calling it a gift, I will never return your affections."
Osdea, stunned, watched as the god of nature swiftly turned and walked away, her eyes never lingering from their back, not even when her face grew warm or when the world in front of her clouded too an unrecognizable blur of colours. Only when Ezella was long out of sight was Osdea able to move, collapsing to her knees, and crushing the flowers.
She didn't even remember dropping them.
Hastily, she tried straightening the broken stems and rightening the misplaced petals, but the tears and her shaking hands only worsened the damage until her lap was covered in flower petals and leaves. She held the broken and baren flower stems to her chest, head in her lap and arms wrapped around her trembling body.
Gradually, slowly, her tears sprouted new flowers, wrapping first around the edges of her feet, then her dress and legs, her torso, her arms, her neck, her hair, her head. Oh so gradually, the suffocating pain in her chest took on a new shape; a shape that made more sense. Oh so slowly, her tears did dry, and the flowers clinging to her form began to bloom.
The forest nymphs were the first to find her. The rising sun painted her skin a brilliant golden colour through the shadows of towering trees and their vibrant green leaves. The delicate white of fresh blooms sparsely covering her form seemed to sing at their first sight of light. The god's chest rose and fell slowly as she laid sprawled across the forest floor, as if asleep. The nymphs, simply relieved that the poor god was no longer weeping, left her to sleep.
Osdea was not asleep. How could she sleep with the ceaseless, creeping pain inside her chest?
As the nymphs left, tears escaped and trickled down their familiar path over her skin and in between the delicate flowers.
The nymphs returned at sundown, the god's chest still steadily rising and falling, eyes closed to the world. The white flowers from before now more thoroughly covering her, and new flowers blooming at the edges of her face, there was very little of the god that was left untouched now. Small pin-pricks of blood scattered across her body where the flowers weaved their way through her skin.
Still, the nymphs left Osdea to her slumber. Still, Osdea was not asleep. She was paralyzed, as if the flowers had taken root in her muscles, rendering them completely useless. If nothing else, the whites and greens of the flowers and their stems, set against the dimming light of the falling sun brought some small glimmer of happiness to the sorrowful god.
'Perhaps,' thought the god 'this is the true nature of life; holding onto the smallest glimmer of hope and joy, no matter the cost.' Tears welled along her eyes once again, now hidden beneath a thin layer of foliage.
The petite white flowers weaving and sprouting through her skin were not what troubled Osdea. What troubled her was the feeling of small, sharp barbs being dragged through the inner linings of her being. Treacherously slowly, the talons clawed their way up her chest and into her throat. Every tentative rise and fall of her chest, every movement, no matter how small, pressed the stabbing blades in further.
Osdea learned what she could and could not do quite quicky. Movement was strictly forbidden. The god was still allowed to breathe, but gradually even that privileged had been restricted until her breaths were slow and shallow and her head grew light. She was not allowed to speak. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to croak out even a single word. But she was fine with that. She had no one to listen to her words anyways.
The stars above shone so brightly. Somehow, they seemed brighter than usual, almost as if they wept for the god, their small lights ever so slightly growing before trembling and shrinking again. The stars and their weeping slowly began to fade away as dawn drew near, and clouds covered the sky like a heavy blanket. Osdea could feel the plants blanketing her body still in anticipation. The world around her seemed to hold it's breath as she swam in and out of consciousness. She could still breathe. She didn't know why she was struggling. Her head felt so heavy.
The clouds were painted a brilliant ruby red, painting the forest in hues of pink. Osdea had never seen a sky quite like that, and she knew she never would again. A faint smile spread across her lips. This much she was still allowed.
She couldn't breathe.
The world fluttered in and out of existence, as if a butterfly were sat on her nose.
She was okay.
The sun began to crest its head over the horizon, vibrant scarlet to match the clouds above. The birds did not sing, nor did the deer begin to stir. The nymphs would not visit this morning.
She would be okay.
In and out, the world faded and re-ignited repeatedly. Dark crimson shadows fell over the forest. White flowers were painted pink.
It would be okay.
The world of reds and dark shadows swam in front of Osdea's eyes. From the darkness, her eyes landed on one figure, slowly approaching. The darkness encroached and consumed her vision. She pried her eyelids open, even if only once more. She would not let herself be robbed of her sight. Not yet.
She was out of time. She was not okay. She didn't want to die.
Light returned to the god. A soft face filled with love and sorrow stared down at her. For a moment, Osdea forgot about the tearing thorns in her chest, about the flowers covering her body, about the air missing from her lungs. For a moment, Osdea felt like she was dancing through the forest again, wanting nothing more than for Ezella to turn their attention to her.
Osdea watched as Ezella's lips moved, but no sound ever reached her ears. Why couldn't she hear the god? Why couldn't she hear the one person who's voice had rung through her head for days now?
Osdea opened her mouth, but the words she wanted to say were torn apart by the thorns within before they ever knew the breath of life. The scene before her clouded to a blur of reds again with only Ezella remaining in focus.
Ezella leaned down, filling Osdea's vision. Soft lips found her forehead, as if the flowers had parted specially for them. A drop of water rolled down her temple. It was warm. It was cold.
The clouds faded from her vision, and the thorns in her lungs disappeared. The god of love no longer felt the pinpricks of flowers weaving through her skin.
The god of nature rose with the rising sun, and began their daily care for the earth and its creatures.
The sun rose on the second morning. Where had previously laid Osdea, the god of love, now laid a beautiful flower bed, alive with dusty blues and pure whites. Sat in the center of the bed was a bush of roses, petals and thorns dyed the same blood-red colour.
Love and Nature (Pt. 2)
The forest nymphs were the first to find her. The rising sun painting her skin a brilliant, deep gold underneath the vibrant greens of the stems and leaves, and delicate white of fresh blooms sparsely covering her form. The god's chest rose and fell slowly as she laid sprawled across the forest floor, as if asleep. The nymphs, simply relieved that the poor god was no longer weeping, left her to sleep. Osdea was not asleep. How could she sleep with the ceaseless, creeping pain inside her chest? As the nymphs left, tears escaped and trickled down their familiar path over her skin and in between the new flowers. The nymphs returned at sundown, and still Osdea appeared to be sleeping. The white flowers from before now more thoroughly covering her, and new flowers blooming at the edges of her face, there was very little of the god that was left untouched now. Small pin-pricks of blood scattered across her body where the flowers weaved their way through her skin. Still, the nymphs left Osdea to her slumber. Still, Osdea was not asleep. She was paralyzed, as if the flowers had taken root in her muscles, rendering them completely useless. If nothing else, the whites and greens of the flowers and their stems, set against the dimming light of the falling sun brought some small glimmer of happiness to the sorrowful god. 'Perhaps,' thought the god 'this is the true nature of life; holding onto the smallest glimmer of hope and joy, no matter the cost.' Tears welled along her eyes once again, now hidden beneath a thin layer of foliage.
Love and Nature (Pt 1)
Osdea, the god of love, fell hopelessly in love with the god of nature, Ezella. Osdea tried everything she could to have the indifferent god acknowledge her, but Ezella never gave her the time of day. Osdea tried helping the flora and fauna, hoping to appeal to the god of nature through kindness. She tried befriending the different nature spirits, attempting to learn anything about Ezella. She tried just being in the same area as Ezella often, so maybe they'd take an interest in her, like she had in them.
Finally, when Osdea had given up hope in everything else, she brought Ezella a small bouquet of flowers, ones she had seen them care for, and tried talking to them. Ezella curtly turned Osdea down, but Osdea saw this as progress, for she had finally gotten Ezella to acknowledge her! And so Osdea brought another bouquet of flowers the next day, with the same result. She kept bringing flowers every day until finally Ezella grew tired of the frequent irritations and said "Every day you cut and bring me flowers that I have grown. Every day I turn you down, but that still does not seem to dissuade you. Your young naivety seems to know no bounds, so let me put this as plainly as possible. For as long as you continue bothering me and cutting the flowers I have grown and calling it a gift, I will never return your affections."
Osdea, stunned, watched as the god of nature turned and walked away, her eyes never lingering from their back, not even when her face grew warm or when the world in front of her clouded too an unrecognizable blur of colours. Only when Ezella was long out of sight was Osdea able to move, collapsing to her knees, crushing the flowers. She didn't even remember dropping them. Hastily, she tried straightening the broken stems and rightening the misplaced petals, but the tears and her shaking hands only worsened the damage until her lap was covered in flower petals and leaves. She held the broken and baren flower stems to her chest, head in her lap and arms wrapped around her trembling body.
Gradually, slowly, her tears sprouted new flowers, wrapping first around the edges of her feet, then her dress and legs, her torso, her arms, her neck, her hair, her head. Oh so gradually, the suffocating pain in her chest took on a new shape; a shape that made more sense. Oh so slowly, her tears did dry, and the flowers clinging to her form began to bloom.
Osdea, the tender hearted goddess of love, and Ezella, the impartial goddess of nature, were never fated for each other. At least not happily.
Since Osdea first opened her eyes, she had fallen in love with everything around her; The delicate roses, contradicted with their sharp thorns, the forests and meadows with their unique flora and fauna, the seasons, bringing and taking life from the world, and the ever changing state of every living thing.
Ezella, on the other hand, had never been specifically partial to anything she had created. From the foxes, the axolotls, birds, and scorpions to the fir trees, corals, flowers and cacti, every single thing simply was. She neither loved nor hated any of them, and cared both equally and not at all for each of them.
The Gods and Their Legends: Fate
Fate is an ancient god, older than time and space. It is said that Fate was created by mortals to bring order to a chaotic world. Fate lives, slumbering far out of the reaches of any mortal, creating everything that has and will ever be. Everything fated to come into existence is helpless to Fate and the path they have drawn out, including each of the gods and their creations.
Or that's what legend says anyways.
Here's the pantheon of gods I'll be making content about! This list will expand in the future but here's the first gods!
Fate - god of fate - Dreams everything into existence
Barth - god of impulse - older than time and space
Osdea- god of Love - ❤️
Ezella - god of Nature - 🌳
Celm - god of aquatic life - gender fluid
Miskin - god of space - one of the first gods dreamed into existence
Ias - god of time - Knows everything that has and will happen
Embris - god of arts - had no hand in Lugnist's birth
Lugnist - god of invention - raised as a mortal
All of the gods are nowhere near gender binary, some just lean towards ends of the binary more than others
If you’re nonbinary and need a shield from homophobic/transphobic stares, get yourself a cute bag. I have a purse that has the og strawberry shortcake on it and I get so many compliments on it. Usually people are staring at me trying to figure out wtf I am but now they’re staring cuz I have a strawberry shortcake purse
I feel like most kids’ first experience with drag was dressing up Mr. Potato Head in a mustache and the little red hat with the flower
Love nonbinary people forever, regardless of how they look, how they present, what pronouns do they look or whether they want to pursue medical transition or not. An AMAB nb person has a beard and looks like a bear? Good for them. An AFAB agender person is breasting boobily down the stairs? Good for them! A genderflux person decides to pursue medical transition and still be genderflux? Fantastic stuff imo. A nonbinary person does not want to disclose their ASAB? Also great! Again, love nonbinary people forever, unconditionally so.
Fun fact: in the U.S. there are more queer adults than people with red hair. A 2023 study estimated that 7.6% of the U.S. population identifies as LGBTQ+ while only 2-6% of the U.S. population has natural red hair.
chat ima need yall to imagine somone
imagine a person, androgynous looking but if you had to choose, assuming youre thinking heteronormatively), see them as a guy and masculine
theyre black (very important when it comes to choosing my name tbh), nonbinary agender, usually has their afro (thats dyed blonde) out, will probably lock their hair soon
but they also love femininity, still dress feminine, and refers to themselves using the term “femboy”
whagt name do you vibe with for said person? thinking abt changing it bc my cousin makes fun of my current one a lot and my brother kinda makes fun of it
also, if you comment your own it needs to start with the letter s!! i dont want my initials to change lol
current preference is sage and soren tied for first and silas is in last place
somewhat nsft,
but YALL IM ALREADY HAVING BOTTOM GROWTH OMG
dude i cannot wait till i pass
i cannot wait till i look more masc and androgynous
i cannot wait till i look like how i want
i keep getting recommended posts by transfems and their journey and them passing im so jealous and happy for them theyre so happy they pass so well theyre so pretty i cant WAIT FOR THAT ERA OF MY TRANSITION WHERE I JUST AM SO PROUD AND OUT AND HAPPY AND POSTING ABOUT IT
my brothers response to me starting hrt a few weeks ago
yall i finally deleted twitter 🙏❤️
im healing
never thought id have body dysphoria over my boobs lmao
as a child, one of my biggest insecurities was my boobs.
not because i wanted them gone,
no, i wanted them to be bigger
my friends used to make fun of me because my lack of curves and ive always been a lover for biggest breasts so id always wish for them, wishing that throughout puberty that I’ll have like C or D cups.
but.. that never happened. my current breast size is around a like large b cup, small c cup (tried to figure it out at victoria’s secret and they said the same thing)
i used to be so disappointed in them until i started appreciating my body.
like my thighs and butt which are quite thick and where my body weight specifically only ever goes to lol
my face, my arms, my hands, my eyes,
even my skintone and my textured 4c hair
and with the help of my ex and ex friends,
over time,
i slowly started loving my breasts.
fast forward to now.
im no longer who i used to be.
i no longer am the person i was for 18 years.
and although whenever i look at myself, i feel happy with my body,
i just wish a few things were different.
i look at my face and wish it was longer, skinnier, more masculine.
i look at my eyes and wish they were smaller, more masculine.
i look at my hands and wish they were longer, slender, more masculine.
i look at my hair and wish it were longer, and healthy so i could keep it out to make me more masculine.
i look at my thighs when i wear pants that define them and wish they were hidden, that my thighs didnt inherently make me feminine.
and then, i look at my breasts.
the two pieces of flesh that i have longed to be bigger,
i now wish were gone.
ive never experienced gender dysphoria until now.
and i kind of find it ironic,
seeing how a trans med once told me that because i hadn’t experienced gender dysphoria (at the time), i probably wasnt trans.
i am trans.
i just dont experience the same dysphoria that others do or in the same way.
i feel euphoria whenever someone acknowledges who i truly am and i always feel weird whenever they dont (like when i was getting my hair dyed, my hairdresser had a daughter who called me “sister” and whenever she would, id feel weird. or whenever my hairdresser referred to me as my mothers daughter. they dont know that im out so i don’t blame them)
i am happy with the way my physical body looks, i just wish others still see me as who i truly am with them. a man who just happens to have a higher voice, curves, small breasts, and “birthing hips”.
i still plan on getting top surgery tho lol
hearing trans women talk about their love for their boobs always make me feel so happy for them and i wish i could give them mine lmao
I FORGOT TO POST FOR TRANSGENDER VISIBILITY DAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL MY FELLOW TRANS 🫶🏾🫶🏾
CELEBRATE US!!! GIVE US HRT!! GIVE US MONEY FOR SURGERY!! GIVE US BURGERS!!! GIVS US FOOD!!! GIVE US BLÅHAJ!!!
GIFT ANY TRANS PERSON A BLÅHAJ THEY’LL GO FERAL
in all seriousness, im so proud of all of us for surviving tr*mps tyranny. we survived back in 2016, we’ll survive again. dont let that fucker do exactly what he wants us to do, live in fear. live your best life living however the fuck you want. do that t4t, do that trans wlw/lesbian shit, do that trans man mlm/gay man shit, do that aroace shit, do that GNC shit, do that nonbinary/agender shit, be the transmasc femboy of your dreams, be the transfem mascgirl/butch of your dreams!!!
DO WHATEVER YOU WANT AND LIVE YOUR LIFE!!!
any other trans person or queer in general plan on purchasing a firearm for protection at this point? 😇?
There's something about the Kirby plush in the background that really sells this
oops forgot to update
im blonde now yall!!
+face reveal
my room lighting makes it look golden i PROMISE ITS LIGHTER IT DOES NEED TO BE LIFTED AGAIN THO LOL
me and my cousin were joking around (one who knows im trans, btw)
we both decided to eat cereal at 11p. i had frosted flakes and shes having fruity pebbles
we’re both queer so i called her a fruity faggot just like her cereal (as one does)
and she said that i needed the cereal
and whenever we do jokes like this, you would claim to not be apart of a minority while you’re obviously apart of it (jokes goes: claim the other is a minority they’re apart and they deny it)
so i of course did the usual spiel of denying being queer and tried to say “im a straight woman” but i just…. couldnt.
yall i couldnt even jokingly lie about being cisgender 😭
i also stopped using ftm to describe myself. i kinda feel weird using that term for myself. i dont wanna refer to my previous identity to acknowledge my current one. no shame to others who do, though!
day i start hrt is the day i will hang up my trans flag yall, just need to buy it first :3 🙏
IWANNASTART HRT NOW PLEASEEE PLEASEHWBBA PLEASEEEE WHY IS THE APPT FOR 4/10 IMGOJNA CEY PLEWSE PELASW
dude i want to take out my hair and wear my fro i wanna look more masc 💔💔