dolofang:

klartie:

when boys have sleepovers do they sleep in the same bed like girls do or do the rules of no homo include sharing beds

#girls share beds?

girls always share beds. and covers and clothes and food and personal space. sometimes even bathrooms

OMG!  So back when my partner and I started dating, she came to visit me at my dad’s house.  At one point she rested her head in my lap, or something, and my dad called my mom freaking out because “omg I think she’s gay.”  (at this point he doesn’t care but at the time he did).

What’s funny is that, like, my best friend in high school, before I started dating my partner, before I even knew I liked girls?  OMG we would LAY ALL OVER EACH OTHER!  Like we shared the same bed for sleepovers and laid all over each other and like I would just walk into her house when I visited and just have dinner and stay the night and cuddle and stuff, like, you’d think we were dating or something.  I mean sure she was 100% straight and still is and all that but, man, I still find it funny.  

mister-sneakyjackson:

cannibalcoalition:

You know what?

I don’t care if being a lesbian isn’t natural.

Its 2014. Oreos don’t have a single natural ingredient in them that isn’t distilled out of recognition. People get their vegetables from cans. They have made cruelty-free, lab-grown BACON. People fly around in big, metal machines.

I. AM. TALKING. TO SOMEONE. ACROSS THE WORLD. IN A MATTER OF SECONDS.

Not natural. Is not bad.

Your rhetoric is no longer a valid excuse for hate.

never was.

Also have you seen some of the Oreo flavors now?  I mean watermelon, really?  If we can have watermelon flavoring mashed between two chocolate wafers I can find women attractive, o.k.?

troyesivan:

kingclit:

suxtosuk:

ariverperson:

The girl in the background made the blonde girl’s desktop background a picture of her holding a sign that said “Hi there. So um…Will you be my girlfriend?” while she was in the bathroom. This is the girl’s response. 

I AM SO DONE RIGHT NOW

This actually reminds me of my wifey proposing to me in the level of dorky adorableness.  All it was was me having a bad day and chatting with her, feeling down and out.  I said something like, “no one would ever want to marry me.”  I can’t even remember what led to this thought, but then she said, “I would.”  We were chatting on instant messenger (because that’s how we kept in touch while I was in college) and I was like, “LOL!”  

Then she was like, “I’m serious.”

Then she told me to go pick out a ring and that she was going to drive down to see it and buy it for me  <3

bassoonerthebetter:

madmothmiko:

dyemelikeasunset:

Gross means ‘I love you’

Me and Bee had been planning some characters for YET ANOTHER side project, and while developing them I drew these two next to each other and randomly shipped it and then we realized how unconventional but REALLY FITTING they are together and this happened. Shit.

Everyone say hi to Wen (inked up chick) and Adelaide (girl with the glasses).
Wen is a Horror book/movie nut with an inability to handle cute things and Laide (Wen calls her “Lady”) is a Romance book/movie nut that finds the fluffy happy side of any situation.
They’re both psychology majors and may or may not be magical girls, shh

I really love this <3

SO CUTE

Pretty ladies doing pretty lady things  :)

Dear girlfriend,

At this point you are more than just a girlfriend, no matter what society says about us being married.  Sometimes I wake up and wonder how the hell we’re still making this work.  Or rather, I’m wondering how you’re still putting up with me.  Lately I’ve been really scattered and emotional, I think, with the book and getting ready for more and more conventions.  I’m really happy that you’re here with me as, literally, all of my dreams are coming true.

I apologize in advance for the worrysome moments that are bound to come.  I know I’ll be fretting over the book and conventions and commissions and everything until everything is done.  I know I’ll be really emotional when the book is released, and terribly worried about it being well received.  I know I keep talking about wanting to take random trips “when the book makes it,” but I honestly mean it.  I want to spoil you so badly you have no idea.  I want to be able to.  I want to not have to worry about money so we can just up and leave somewhere.  I want our business to take off.  I want so much for us and it’s this weird, terrifying feeling, because… all of this stuff might actually work out.  I’ve spent so much time getting rejection letters, working a shitty job, and being miserable that I can’t believe that things are actually working.  

So if I look a bit lost, that’s why.

Although I don’t have to tell you, you always just seem to know.  You’re always willing to take me away for a moment so I can breathe.  It amazes me that you can deal with me being like this with a smile on your face.  It amazes me that you can just bring home dinner and watch me play Injustice, or take me out randomly driving after an 8 hour day of work.  Then again, everything you’ve done in this relationship amazes me.  We’ve been through a lot.  We’ve been through your parents denying us being together.  We’ve been through my dad not handling it well.  We’ve been through me working one shift a week for months and not having any money.  We’ve been through me loathing my job.  We’ve been through me losing my job last year and, even if I got a better one, it was temporary, and there were some months where I had nothing at all.  We’ve been through losing two cats back to back.  We’ve been through the stress of getting this house.  We’ve been through being robbed in our old apartment.  Just… there’s so much, and you’re always there, and it amazes me.

You amaze me.

And it’s kind of weirding me out that we’re going through so much GOOD after the bad.  Your parents accept us, hell, they even built us a kitchen and helped us pay for this house.  My dad loves you to death.  I have a job that I like and have figured out how to manage money, so when it is over for a month or so at a time, we’re fine.  The book is getting published.  A short story is getting published.  We’re doing really well at cons.  Detour was just… I can’t even begin to go into how amazing it was to feel like so many people WANTED us to be there — including guests.  Just… wow.  And… I feel like we’re finally there, you know?  I feel like we’re riding this wave of good and I can finally start giving you the things you deserve, because I couldn’t before, but I feel like I’ll be able to now.

So, all and all, dear girlfriend, I love you.  Even after saying everything I just said, I feel like that doesn’t even begin to cover how much I love you.

Love always,

Briana 

All.  Of.  This.  Especially the 2nd one, the 3rd one, the 5th one, and the 6th one.  This is because:

a) I guess black girls don’t look lesbian enough, unless if they’re super butch?  Oh we also don’t look like geeks either.  Even though I worked at GameStop and wore fucking companion cubes in my ears

b)  I’ve never been intimate with a guy.  I’ve messed around with them and had a boyfriend in high school, but we never went all the way.  So then I got the question, “How do you know?  You haven’t been with a guy.”

c) I double majored in English and Women’s Studies.  That’s Women’s Studies part triggered some red flags.  Clearly, Women’s Studies would make me hate all men.

d)  It’s just a phase.

Here’s the truth:

a)  NOT ALL LESBIANS WILL HAVE SHORT HAIR AND WEAR FLANNEL!  NOT ALL LESBIANS WILL DRESS IN WHAT YOU CONSIDER TO BE MASCULINE CLOTHING!  Some do, yes, but not all of them.  There is no “lesbian” look.  In the same breath, NOT ALL GAY MEN WILL BE FLAMBOYANT!  Some will, yes, but not all!  Here’s a secret: most gay/lesbian people?  Look.  Like.  Everyone.  Else.  GASP!  I KNOW, RIGHT?!  This go for geeks.  NOT ALL GEEKS ARE GOING TO LIVE IN THEIR MOTHER’S BASEMENT, BE OVERWEIGHT, BE AWKWARD, and all that’s in between.  Some are, yes, but not all. (my upcoming short story for Dreamspinner actually touches on this, as it has a black, attractive geek, and the lead character is surprised by it).

b)  JUST BECAUSE A WOMAN ISN’T WITH A MAN DOESN’T MEAN SHE NEEDS TO BE WITH ONE TO FIGURE OUT IF SHE’S A LESBIAN!  Guess what?  Sometimes, women just know that they’re attracted to other women. Or, in my case, they fall in love with another woman.  Same with men.  WHY DOESN’T ANYONE ASK STRAIGHT WOMEN, “Dur you’ve never been with a woman how do you know you’re not a lesbian?”  Because they just know, right?  Well, so do we.

c)  WOMEN’S STUDIES DOES NOT MAKE YOU HATE MEN!  It makes you want everyone to be equal, it makes you want everyone to have a voice, regardless of gender, sexual preference, race, and all that’s in between.  It makes you aware of the issues in our society that you might not have been aware of unless you were a victim of them.  Or, in my case, you know about the racial issues because you’re black, but you never think about the gender issues because NO ONE addressed them to me.  Sure, I got the, “Dur girls don’t play video games,” but that’s about it, honestly.  Now, black issues?  Yeah that’s been talked about since high school.  I knew about the struggles of my race, but not about my gender.  I also knew such things because of my family talking to me.  The ONLY women talk was that, “Let’s separate the boys and girls and talk about menstruation ”  

And you know what?  Women’s Studies went beyond just women’s issues.  It was more “cultural/social issues” and not just “women.”  In a way, Women’s Studies made me appreciate men more.  It made me appreciate the good men I had in my life.  I have an awesome, AWESOME dad, who took great care of me.  And it wasn’t for some tragic “something happened to my mom” reason.  Women’s Studies made me see that, you know, we talk a lot about the terrible men, but never seem to appreciate the good.  Or, if they are good, we assume there’s a reason behind it, or it’s a lie.  I would talk about how I grew up with my dad and some people would assume he was FORCED into it, like, “Something happened to your mom, right?”  No, actually.  Instead of having my mom struggle to raise me in her apartment in Chicago, I moved in with my dad who was getting remarried and getting a house.  That man would take me to see my mom every weekend since I was 9 years old.  He would go pick her up to go see my school functions if she couldn’t get a ride to them since she didn’t drive.  And my parents always, always told their new significant others that I came first.  That if they couldn’t understand that my father was taking me to see my mother and seeing her on a weekly basis, too bad.  Hell, my dad took care of my older brother, and he wasn’t even his son.  But you know what?  In my brother’s obituary my dad is named his father.  His father ran off on my mom shortly after he was born.  She was 16.  When my dad met my mom, he helped with my brother, so much so that I thought we had the same dad until I was 10.

SO I DON’T HATE MEN!  How can I when I had such a great influence in my dad?  And my brother?  There is no hatred here, so STOP THINKING THAT!  

d)  FUCK YOU IT’S BEEN 11 YEARS IT’S NOT A GODDAMN PHASE!  

brichibiwritesthings:

snowtigra:

(Ok, this is serious guys and I felt the need to write something with all of the court cases going on right now.  I need to write this down, so to speak.)

My marriage doesn’t cheapen yours.  My marriage doesn’t affect yours.  In fact, I’ll be frank, my marriage has nothing to do with you.

 My marriage has to do with her.  The woman I love, who I’ve loved for over 10 years.  We’ve been through a lot of crap and we have come out happier and closer than I ever thought possible.  Marriage would be about giving her something that society has taught all women to dream of from the moment we could walk and try on frilly fancy dresses.  But it’s more than that.

 Beyond the desire to walk down an isle in a beautiful white dress, it’s the commitment.  I want to give her a ring, I want to sign the certificate and I want the physical moment of marrying her in front of family and friends.  I want to stand up in front of a room and state in terms that everyone is familiar with that I love this woman and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to give that moment to her, her family, her parents, my parents and everyone else around us who’s supported us along the way. 

 Things like taxes, and ownership and legality and such are secondary.  It’s the commitment that is important and I’m pretty sure that - still - none of this has anything to do with the people who say we can’t get married. Marriage is about the commitment between me and her and nothing else.

 So, based on that, why can’t I just marry her now without legal crap?  I mean, technically, we’re planning on having a hand fasting anyway - a Pagan marriage - so why do I even need to have the government’s blessings?  That’s what you’re thinking right?

 Marriage is important, because at its base, it’s the promise to the world that you will care, love and take care of this person in front of you.  I know society has changed and even I’m asking for marriage to change, but at the core, the meaning is still the same.  I want to marry her and swear that I will take care of her.  And in that same vein I don’t want to cheapen my promise in a fake ceremony or something that’s incomplete, because to me it feels like I’m lying.  If the marriage is fake and not recognized, then that just hands haters a way to say ‘you don’t love her, because you can’t give her what she’s supposed to have: a man.’

 I could write all day and make all sorts of anthropological arguments, pro equality arguments and everything else, but I’m not going to.  It’s about that, and at the same time it isn’t.

 The right to marriage is important to me, because I want to give it to her.  It’s important to us.  Because marriage is about the couple, it’s their day.  It would be our day.  Not yours.  It doesn’t affect your day. 

It is our day. We should be able to have that day too.

Uh…

I’m just gonna reblog this and go cry somewhere.  My partner wrote this for me.  I had no idea she was writing this.  I’m just going to marvel over the fact that someone wants to have this with me, you know, since I’m a huge spaz and flail over everything, like, OMG PUPPIES FLAIL!  

But really, all joking aside, this is why this is so important to us.  And it has nothing to do with anyone else but us.  In no way does it cheapen anyone else’s marriage, hell, the only people who will see us get married are the people who love us, so I fail to see how that has anything to do with anyone outside my circle.  

So… yeah I have no more words, she got it all down.

I <3 you snowtigra :)

Oh and good morning to all the new followers of the writing blog.  Um… here, have a wonderfully written letter about equality that’s not written by me but is written to me :)

Reblogging because there’s a lady in love with me  :)

lgbtlaughs:

Hand Holding by chaoslife

This explains my afternoons perfectly!