"Even if normalising gays and lesbians is incorporated into sexual education, the only thing that happens in sexual education is schools is that teenagers are taught about the different types of STD’s and contraceptives available for preventing STDs and unwanted pregnancy. The mechanics of sexual acts are never taught because 1) that would be gross and I’m pretty sure illegal and 2) sexual acts don’t need to be taught to teenagers due to the fact a large majority of them are already having sex and most of them already know how heterosexual sex happens."

Click the article to read more.

Now this is just silly:

(A female customer comes up to me.)

Customer: “I want to return this Jillian Michael’s Work Out DVD Set.”

Me: “Is there something wrong with it?”

Customer: “I just found out that she’s gay. I don’t want to stare at a gay woman exercising. She’ll turn me gay.”

Me: “…right. Well, I’m sorry, but I cannot take this back.”

Customer: “You want me to be gay?!”

Me: “Um, no. The kit is opened, and for copyright reasons I cannot return opened DVDs.”

Customer: “If I go to Hell, it’s your fault!”

(Originally found on notalwaysright.com)

Anonymous Asked
QuestionThere's nothing more painful to me than when my boyfriend jokes about me "being more into d--k since I met him. Truthfully I prefer being with a woman. I guess pansexuality is just a joke to him... Answer

Thanks for sharing.

Anonymous Asked
QuestionI am bisexual, and so far, my sister and friends know. But for some reason, instead of assuming I'm just confused, they actually all bet I'll end up with a girl. My sister even told me that I like gay couples so much because I'm in denial about my bisexuality, insinuating that I was a lesbian. I haven't called anyone out on it yet, but it's bullshit. Answer

Thanks for sharing.

fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

In the Spirit of Stonewall, 1979

Download or read in PDF format here

"These articles reprinted from Workers World newspaper capture the spirit that was kindled in lesbian and gay people across the nation by the historic Stonewall Rebellion. They are written from the viewpoint of participants in a variety of struggle who helped this movement become larger, more organized, and more conscious of its goals."

Topics include:

  • Supreme Court vs. gay rights
  • The struggle for gay rights in Germany
  • Thousands nationwide march to ‘Stop Anita Bryant Now!’
  • The struggle of gay prisoners
  • Rebellion after the Harvey Milk verdict

save-wiyabi-project:

the-queerdo-brigade:

I made myself some pride flag squares.
Using PowerPoint + screenshot no less. I want to make some kind of designed awesomeness, once I get the software.
I’m going to get all sentimental about pride and identity for a minute, so bear with me.
I was never one to be proud of anything, really. I never did school spirit, or state pride, or national pride. I had things I was proud of and was consistently shot down for it not being “worthy” or pride, or a “collective” thing.
But I’m really proud to be queer. I’m proud to be an aromantic genderqueer genderfluid generally-confused-as-fuck-about-things trans*person. I’m proud, too, that I figured out my gender and identity, because it took me a while, and because it’s the first part of myself I defined all on my own. And I’m proud to be part of a community.
On my blog title, because I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into it: my mother used to (still does) make snide comments like “you’re in your own little weirdo parade.” She calls me a weirdo all the time. Weirdo, not like unusual or idiosyncratic, weirdo like creepy. Off. Outsider. Referring to myself as queerdo is my own fuck you at her hurtful words towards me, claiming my identity from her using puns.
Anyway, bubbling with warm fuzzy pride right now. Yay!

This is awesome the-queerdo-brigade:

I made myself some pride flag squares.
Using PowerPoint + screenshot no less. I want to make some kind of designed awesomeness, once I get the software.
I’m going to get all sentimental about pride and identity for a minute, so bear with me.
I was never one to be proud of anything, really. I never did school spirit, or state pride, or national pride. I had things I was proud of and was consistently shot down for it not being “worthy” or pride, or a “collective” thing.
But I’m really proud to be queer. I’m proud to be an aromantic genderqueer genderfluid generally-confused-as-fuck-about-things trans*person. I’m proud, too, that I figured out my gender and identity, because it took me a while, and because it’s the first part of myself I defined all on my own. And I’m proud to be part of a community.
On my blog title, because I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into it: my mother used to (still does) make snide comments like “you’re in your own little weirdo parade.” She calls me a weirdo all the time. Weirdo, not like unusual or idiosyncratic, weirdo like creepy. Off. Outsider. Referring to myself as queerdo is my own fuck you at her hurtful words towards me, claiming my identity from her using puns.
Anyway, bubbling with warm fuzzy pride right now. Yay!

This is awesome the-queerdo-brigade:

I made myself some pride flag squares.
Using PowerPoint + screenshot no less. I want to make some kind of designed awesomeness, once I get the software.
I’m going to get all sentimental about pride and identity for a minute, so bear with me.
I was never one to be proud of anything, really. I never did school spirit, or state pride, or national pride. I had things I was proud of and was consistently shot down for it not being “worthy” or pride, or a “collective” thing.
But I’m really proud to be queer. I’m proud to be an aromantic genderqueer genderfluid generally-confused-as-fuck-about-things trans*person. I’m proud, too, that I figured out my gender and identity, because it took me a while, and because it’s the first part of myself I defined all on my own. And I’m proud to be part of a community.
On my blog title, because I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into it: my mother used to (still does) make snide comments like “you’re in your own little weirdo parade.” She calls me a weirdo all the time. Weirdo, not like unusual or idiosyncratic, weirdo like creepy. Off. Outsider. Referring to myself as queerdo is my own fuck you at her hurtful words towards me, claiming my identity from her using puns.
Anyway, bubbling with warm fuzzy pride right now. Yay!

This is awesome

the-queerdo-brigade:

I made myself some pride flag squares.

Using PowerPoint + screenshot no less. I want to make some kind of designed awesomeness, once I get the software.

I’m going to get all sentimental about pride and identity for a minute, so bear with me.

I was never one to be proud of anything, really. I never did school spirit, or state pride, or national pride. I had things I was proud of and was consistently shot down for it not being “worthy” or pride, or a “collective” thing.

But I’m really proud to be queer. I’m proud to be an aromantic genderqueer genderfluid generally-confused-as-fuck-about-things trans*person. I’m proud, too, that I figured out my gender and identity, because it took me a while, and because it’s the first part of myself I defined all on my own. And I’m proud to be part of a community.

On my blog title, because I don’t think I’ve ever gotten into it: my mother used to (still does) make snide comments like “you’re in your own little weirdo parade.” She calls me a weirdo all the time. Weirdo, not like unusual or idiosyncratic, weirdo like creepy. Off. Outsider. Referring to myself as queerdo is my own fuck you at her hurtful words towards me, claiming my identity from her using puns.

Anyway, bubbling with warm fuzzy pride right now. Yay!

This is awesome

melisafuentesflaa:

#EmpireStateBuilding #equality #usa #pride (at Empire State Building, NYC)

thecoparoom:

"Gay Police" in St. Louis

The Miami News - Jul 1, 1976