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I am a big girl. A voluptuous, curvy, dress-wearing lesbian. I love my body; it’s the only one I’ll ever have. I eat a lot of greens and work out and drink gin martinis and put M&Ms in my froyo and sometimes I don’t do anything but watch Project Runway.
I am allowed to look sexy, feel sexy, and be in love. I am worthy of all of those things, and so are you. Own your good and bad, and all the scary parts that you’ve been covering up because it is yours and no amount of judgement can tell you how to love your body. In the words of Sonya Renee, the body is not an apology.
You are magic. Mary Lambert, via Facebook (via plannedparenthood)
Being queer doesn’t excuse you from privilege. You can be a white queer racist, a queer male misogynist, a cis queer trans*phobe, a wealthy queer classist, or any number of other oppressive things and the sooner you educate yourself to this the better off our whole community will be, because contrary to media depiction, queer people aren’t all white middle-class gay men!
My sister just compared me being gay to my purple potato…
So tonight we had the whole family over for dinner. With our dinner we had these fingerlings potatoes and mine were darker than everyone else’s. So I bit into mine and noticed it was purple on the inside. I freaked out because I mean who has ever heard of purple potatoes? But my mum was like “that’s how they’re supposed to be.” I didn’t care, I kept making a big deal out of my purple potatoes. Finally my sister says “Hey those potatoes were born that way. Why are you white? Why do you have blonde hair and blue eyes? Why are you a female?… see?” And then she turned to my mother, who is always very hypocritical and in denial of me being gay and goes “Sometimes, things are just born a certain way and it’s okay. It’s still normal. That’s just how it is. And you’re right, that’s how they’re supposed to be.” The whole table just stared at her and went silent… until it sunk in and I started laughing my ass off. I love my sister. And I love the subtle cracks she takes against my homophobic parents. Grandmum still thinks that whole spiel was about the potatoes being purple.
don’t cry over spilled homo
Homo, Oreo’s perfect match.