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closetproblems:

White text on a rainbow background: Number 218, falling for the first person you came out to

G-FUCKING-POY

This does not apply to me because the first people I came out to where women and older than me XD

lgbtlaughs:

A dermatologist was at work one day when three young ladies came in to his office for their annual check-ups. The first woman walked in and the dermatologist requested for her to remove her shirt. The patient appeared to have a rash on her chest in the same of the letter “P.”

“Do you know how you got this?” the doctor asked.

“Oh, well, I have a boyfriend who goes to Penn State and he likes to wear his college sweater when we make love,” she responded.

After the check-up, the second woman walked in, removed her shirt, and the doctor saw a rash on her chest in the shape of the letter “H.”

“What’s the story behind this?” the doctor asked.

“Oh,” the woman replied, laughing. “My boyfriend goes to Harvard, and he likes to keep his college sweater on when we sleep together.”

A bit later, the third woman came in, removed her blouse, and the dermatologist saw a rash in the shape of an “M” on her chest.

“Let me guess,” the doctor said, smiling at her. “You have a boyfriend who goes to Michigan.”

The girl stared at him with surprised, then shook her head and said, “No, but I have a girlfriend who goes to Wisconsin.”

[via ifyouthinkyourehardenough]

lgbtlaughs:

Me (to my mum): Apparently we should wear purple on October 20th in honour of LGBTQ+ people, according to Tumblr.

My mum: LGBTQ? That’s… Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender… Q? Qualified? 

Me: *laughing*

My mum: No… Quality?

Me: Questioning!

My mum: Mine were good, too!

[via super-rainbows]

lgbtlaughs:

My Latin professor told me that the only thing he has against homosexuality is that you’re mixing a Greek prefix with a Latin root. [via quidnuncphilosopher]

lgbtlaughs:

• If you come home from work and you hear noises upstairs and you go up to investigate and your son’s door is open and you catch him “hooking up” (as kids call it today) with his friend Michael, and you quickly turn around and walk back downstairs and later that night over dinner you say “You know, honey, if there’s ever anything you need to tell me…” and he says “Mom, I’m gay,” then your son is gay.
• If your son has recently gone to college and hasn’t been in touch much and you figure hey he’s new to college, he’s busy making friends and whatnot, and then late one night he calls you on the phone sounding upset about something and you ask him what’s wrong and he’s quiet for a while and then says “Nothing’s wrong, really, I’m just… Dad, I’m gay,” then your son is gay.
• Has your son ever been on a long drive to one of your daughter’s swim meets with you and when stopped at a red light he’s turned to you and said “Mom, I feel like I owe it to you and dad to tell you that, well, Donald is my boyfriend. I’m gay”? Then your son is probably gay.
• Chances are that if you are on your deathbed and your estranged son comes to visit you in the middle of a rainy night and he sits by your bed quietly until he begins to cry and clutches your hand and says “I wish I’d told you sooner that I’m gay” and then you both stay there in silence, you pretending to be asleep, the only noise the beeping of the machines that will only keep you alive for a little while longer, your son is gay.
• If you and your spouse are ever visiting your son in the big city he now lives in with all his fancy friends and fancy restaurants and you’re out to an awkward lunch before your train home and you three get into another pointless fight about years-old stuff and it’s really uncomfortable and finally you or your spouse says “Well, if you’d just settle down with the right girl, I think-” and then your son interrupts you by yelling “Guys, I’m GAY. Gay gay gay, gay as gay gets. Have you seen where I live, I mean… God you two are thick. I’m gay. Deal with it,” and then you sit there uncomfortably until the check comes and he gives you stiff hugs at the train station and you don’t see him or talk to him until Christmas, then he is gay.
• If your wacky son brings a boy home for dinner after play practice and you two are joking while you do the dishes and he says to you “Hey Ma, so… I’m not gay, but my boyfriend is!” and then you laugh and muss his hair and in the living room your husband shows your son’s boyfriend his model ships, then your son is probably gay, though he might be bisexual, so be careful about labeling.
• If your son ever says “Oh my goodness,” when surprised or when opening a gift, well then yeah, he probably gay.

(From here!)

Via FibonacciSequins

I have problems with the last one but still, I know this is just a joke so let it be XD

ohfuckyaoi:

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combat—wombat:

[TW FOR ANTI-TRANS AND RACIST VIOLENCE AND HATE SPEECH]

SUPPORT CECE MCDONALD! 

CeCe McDonald is a young African American transgender woman charged with “second degree murder” after an incident that began when she was violently attacked because of her gender and race.

DROP the charges and FREE CeCe!

CeCe is a creative and energetic person who, before her life was so unjustly interrupted, was studying fashion at MCTC. She had a stable home where she lived with and helped support four other African American youth, her family. CeCe’s family describes her as a leader, a role model, and a loyal friend. She is known as a wise, out-spoken, and welcoming person, with a cheerful disposition and a history of handling prejudice with amazing grace.

Around 12:30 am on June 5, CeCe and four of her friends (all of them black) were on their way to Cub Foods to get some food. As they walked past Schooner’s Bar in South Minneapolis, a man and two women (all of them white) began to yell epithets at them. They called CeCe and her friends ‘faggots,’ ‘niggers,’ and ‘chicks with dicks,’ amongst other things.

As they were shouting, one of the women smashed her drink into the side of CeCe’s face, slicing her cheek open, lacerating her salivary gland, and stinging her eyes with liquor. A fight ensued, with more people joining in. What happened during the fight is unclear, but within a few minutes Dean Schmitz–one of the attackers–had been stabbed.

CeCe was later arrested, and is now falsely accused of murder

For a month, CeCe was kept in solitary confinement “for her own protection”; she had no say in this matter. Finally, she was transferred to a psychiatric unit in the Public Safety Facility. It was nearly two months before she was taken back to a doctor to check up on the wound on her face, which by then had turned into a painful, golf ball-sized lump.

Later on, CeCe’s friends were harassed on the street by people they recognized from the scene of the fight. Individuals circled the block that CeCe’s friends were walking on and called them ‘niggers’ and ‘faggots’ and told them to ‘go back to Africa.’ When they attempted to wave down a passing squad car for assistance, the officer driving the car said he would not help them.

Help us fight for CeCe, and for an end to racist, transphobic violence in our communities! Visit our What You Can Do page and find out how to get involved.

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lgbtlaughs:

[Screenshot of a Facebook posting. Original post: “On Bert and Ernie: ‘Even though they are identified as male characters and possess many human traits and characteristics… they remain puppets, and accordingly do not have a sexual orientation.’” There is one comment, which says: “The puppets of Avenue Q would have several things to say about that.” The comment has six “likes.”] (Submitted by roundtop)

lgbtlaughs:

So, My sister and I were talking about how much we can’t stand our overly fundamentalist parents (“overly fundamentalist is redundant now that I think about it) and my sister shouts “UGH! When are these morons gonna figure out that God keeps making gay people because we can’t solve our damn over-population problem ourselves?!?”

Definitely made my day.

(Submitted by jadeddaydreambeliever)