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my views on sexuality

iraeen:

if you’re gay, that’s cool

if you’re a lesbian, that’s cool

if you’re bisexual, that’s cool

if you’re straight, that’s cool

if you’re transgender, that’s cool

if you’re still deciding, that’s cool

if you’re pansexual, that’s cool

if you’re asexual, that’s cool 

if you hate on somebody for their sexuality, fuck you.

Fixed.

(didn’t add aromantic, etc. etc. because the original post was specifically talking about sexuality.)

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My Son Is Gay
Or he’s not. I don’t care. He is still my son. And he is 5. And I am his mother. And if you have a problem with anything mentioned above, I don’t want to know you.
I have gone back and forth on whether I wanted to post something more in-depth about my sweet boy and his choice of Halloween costume. Or more specifically, the reactions to it. I figure if I’m still irked by it a few days later, I may as well go ahead and post my thoughts.
Here are the facts that lead up to my rant:
My son is 5 and goes to a church preschool. 
He has loved Scooby Doo since developing the ability and attention span to sit still long enough to watch it. 
Halloween is a holiday and its main focus is wearing a costume. 
My son’s school had the kids dress up, do a little parade, and then change out of costumes for the rest of the party. 
Boo’s best friend is a little girl 
Boo has an older sister 
Boo spends most of his time with me. 
I am a woman. 
I am Boo’s mother, not you. 
So a few weeks before Halloween, Boo decides he wants to be Daphne from Scooby Doo, along with his best friend E. He had dressed as Scooby a couple of years ago.  I was hesitant to make the purchase, not because it was a cross gendered situation, but because 5 year olds have a tendency to change their minds. After requesting a couple of more times, I said sure and placed the order. He flipped out when it arrived. It was perfect.
Then as we got closer to the actual day, he stared to hem and haw about it. After some discussion it comes out that he is afraid people will laugh at him. I pointed out that some people will because it is a cute and clever costume. He insists their laughter would be of the ‘making fun’ kind. I blow it off. Seriously, who would make fun of a child in costume?
And then the big day arrives. We get dressed up. We drop Squirt at his preschool and head over to his. Boo doesn’t want to get out of the car. He’s afraid of what people will say and do to him. I convince him to go inside. He halts at the door. He’s visibly nervous. I chalk it up to him being a bit of a worrier in general. Seriously, WHO WOULD MAKE FUN OF A CHILD IN A  COSTUME ON HALLOWEEN? So he walks in. And there were several friends of mine that knew what he was wearing that smiled and waved and gave him high-fives. We walk down the hall to where his classroom is.
And that’s where things went wrong. Two mothers went wide-eyed and made faces as if they smelled decomp. And I realize that my son is seeing the same thing I am. So I say, “Doesn’t he look great?” And Mom A says in disgust, “Did he ask to be that?!” I say that he sure did as Halloween is the time of year that you can be whatever it is that you want to be. They continue with their nosy, probing questions as to how that was an option and didn’t I try to talk him out of it. Mom B mostly just stood there in shock  and dismay.
And then Mom C approaches. She had been in the main room, saw us walk in, and followed us down the hall to let me know her thoughts. And they were that I should never have ‘allowed’ this and thank God it wasn’t next year when he was in Kindergarten since I would have had to put my foot down and ‘forbidden’ it. To which I calmly replied that I would do no such thing and couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. She continued on and on about how mean children could be and how he would be ridiculed.
My response to that: The only people that seem to have a problem with it is their mothers.
Another mom pointed out that high schools often have Spirit Days where girls dress like boys and vice versa. I mentioned Powderpuff Games where football players dress like cheerleaders and vice versa. Or every frat boy ever in college (Mom A said that her husband was a frat boy and NEVER dressed like a woman.)
But here’s the point, it is none of your damn business.
If you think that me allowing my son to be a female character for Halloween is somehow going to ‘make’ him gay then you are an idiot. Firstly, what a ridiculous concept. Secondly, if my son is gay, OK. I will love him no less. Thirdly, I am not worried that your son will grow up to be an actual ninja so back off.
If my daughter had dressed as Batman, no one would have thought twice about it. No one.
But it also was heartbreaking to me that my sweet, kind-hearted five year old was right to be worried. He knew that there were people like A, B, and C. And he, at 5, was concerned about how they would perceive him and what would happen to him.
Just as it was heartbreaking to those parents that have lost their children recently due to bullying. IT IS NOT OK TO BULLY. Even if you wrap it up in a bow and call it ‘concern.’  Those women were trying to bully me. And my son. MY son.
It is obvious that I neither abuse nor neglect my children. They are not perfect, but they are learning how to navigate this big, and sometimes cruel, world. I hate that my son had to learn this lesson while standing in front of allegedly Christian women. I hate that those women thought those thoughts, and worse felt comfortable saying them out loud. I hate that ‘pink’ is still called a girl color and that my baby has to be so brave if he wants to be Daphne for Halloween.
And all I hope for my kids, and yours, and those of Moms ABC, are that they are happy. If a set of purple sparkly tights and a velvety dress is what makes my baby happy one night, then so be it. If he wants to carry a purse, or marry a man, or paint fingernails with his best girlfriend, then ok. My job as his mother is not to stifle that man that he will be, but to help him along his way. Mine is not to dictate what is ‘normal’ and what is not, but to help him become a good person.
I hope I am doing that.
And my little man worked that costume like no other. He rocked that wig, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.


Parenting: this lady is doing it perfectly.

 BLESS THIS POST.

This woman is absolutely amazing. I admire her.

My First Crossplay. He’ll be awesome at conventions in 10 years when he’s with the rest of his people.

As a girl who’s dressed as boys for Halloween plenty of times with no problems, this makes me proud. Kids can be whatever they want on Halloween and anyone who says otherwise is just plain Doing It Wrong.

^Gotta love the double-standards at play here. And by love I mean hate.
Although if it truly only was the other mothers that got uptight, and not the other kids, that gives me hope, even just a little taking when I take into consideration that they’re preschoolers and are still young and haven’t been indoctrinated in what’s “right” and “wrong” for a boy or girl to do yet, at least not as much as they will be when they’re older by both parents and peers.

This mother is now my “hero.”
It makes me sad that I live in a world where I wouldn’t just consider her a “mom.”
It was amazing to think that our families were so completely at ease with the whole idea of a gay wedding. And then there was the incredible irony that it took place in Middle Temple underneath a portrait of Sir Edward Carson, the man who prosecuted Oscar Wilde. So when I did my little speech the first thing I did was flick him two fingers. ‘This one’s for Oscar.’
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Mark Gatiss talking about his wedding. One of the most awesome people in the world, as far as I’m concerned. (via gointorosedale)

MARK Y U SO FLAWLESS

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gummagirl:

Imagine your wedding day.

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scornandritz:

You’re in a changing room with your best man, ready to walk down the aisle. You and your girlfriend have been dating for three years now, engaged for five months— it’s finally time to become husband and wife! You’ve got the suit, she’s got the dress and her ring and bridesmaid— and today’s the day.


A knock comes at the door, though, just as you’re rolling up your cuff sleeves.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the preacher says. “A vote has just been called for; it should only take a few minutes.”

“A… vote?”

“Yes, sir,” the preacher says. “The whole town has to vote on your marriage.”

Wait. What?

You look to your best friend, who just shrugs his shoulders. You walk into the church proper and you see hundreds of people lined up to cast a ballot. There’s your mother and your father and her mother and father. There’s the woman who taught you in third grade. There’s the grocery store owner who always thought you were looking for trouble, and that guy who you accidentally got in trouble once for having a fake ID, and the religious old lady who thinks you shouldn’t kiss before you got married.

There’s the crazy ex-girlfriend of yours that thinks that you’re meant to be, your grandparents, all of those who approve and disapprove of you— and then there’s complete strangers.

Someone turns on a TV screen shoved in the corner of the room, and the news comes on. People are lining up all over to cast their ballot. And the preacher wasn’t exaggerating— in fact, he understated it. It’s not just the town— it’s the state. No, wait. It’s the entire country? Voting on your marriage?

Your girlfriend is crying in the corner, her white wedding dress slumping pathetically against the floor. You don’t know what to say. You just wanted to walk down the aisle. On the news, there’s a talk radio host talking about how ‘young men and women should wait until they’re at least 30 until getting married’ and how your marriage will taint the institution of marriage all together.

After a long, long wait, you hear the results. “I’m sorry,” the preacher says, “but you just can’t get married. The country has spoken. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

You hang your suit back up and kick off your shoes. She takes off her wedding dress and curls the tulle and organza in her hands. You exit the church with a large boulder of shame sitting in-between your two shoulder blades.

Where had you gone wrong? What right did those strangers have to say who you should marry? You love this girl with your whole heart, and it was supposed to be the best day of your life. And now it’s gone.



Sounds outrageous, right?

This is what happens when you vote on marriage. This is what happens when you vote down the possibility of gay marriage.

But this isolated incident won’t happen! You’re exaggerating!

Too late. It already has.

You don’t have the right to say that any two people can or cannot be married, no matter what the circumstance is. It’s that fucking simple.

WHY DOESN’T THIS HAVE TENS OF THOUSANDS OF NOTES

GUYS, WHY YOU NO REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS???

So many things are wrong with humanity.

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lovegivesmehope:

You get grounded for being a lesbian, and grounded when you see me.

Most of your family is against us, and you still have a year before you turn 18.

Yet you still find a way to see me every day, and I’ve never been happier, the past 8 months have amazing. Piper, your love for me GMH.

Grounded for being a lesbian. I just… that is heart breaking. How can anybody be so cruel to their own child?

Good for her, though, for not giving up. <3 

mydreamsmydesires:

PREACH IT!!