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Oahu, HawaiiĀ | frank.shoots
queer as in gay but also queer as in unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Iām queer. Queer not just as in āfuck youā But Queer as in I grew up Being told the way I am is wrong That I needed to chip and break myself down Into shards of shattered pottery to fit within someone elseās ideal.
Iām queer. Queer not just as in someoneās attempts to make me feel small But Queer as in I felt like I could breathe for the first time When I stopped fracturing upon the floor and picked my pieces upturning fragments into pigments.
Iām queer Queer not just as in a sneer on a strangers face But Queer as in I could paint pictures of the world I see in more colors than words could describe and found freedom in the art and in myself.
Iām queer Queer not as in the disappointment from those who could never understand me But Queer as in knowing all the words every language has to offer and knowing I am too complex too beautiful too expansive to ever fit within a single framework.
Queer as in We find the things less defined, less finite, less knowable all the more awe-inspiring for it.
Queer as in The inability to find the right words to describe the range of what we feel when we are left shell-shocked and spellbound by what we experience.
I am queer, as in āfuck you, I know myself better than you ever could and for once in my life I know exactly how breathtaking I am.ā

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Speaking of Everything Everywhere All At Once: I always think of how the Alpha!Wangs were under the impression that Jobu Tupaki had set out to destroy the whole multiverse, when she was really looking for an Evelyn who could understand her
Which is a lot like how some immigrant families catastrophize the moment their children become their own people. Some of us are made to feel that we will ruin EVERYTHING if we aren't straight/don't choose a "secure" career/don't anything that's supposed to align with our parents ideals. Many of us maintain relationships with our parents founded on unsaid and uncomfortable misunderstandings- and we yearn so badly for a situation where we don't have to reach out across the gap.
So it means EVERYTHING that it is Evelyn that fights to connect with her daughter, rather than Joy having to clamor for her mother's approval.
oh to live in a secluded little cottage with a pretty garden somewhere in the countryside
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new states just dropped and white supremacist sharks live there
if you are lucky you will love someone and their hair will thin and their breasts will sag and you will kiss them everywhere over and over again
I was having a conversation with someone who was lamenting over how to maintain attraction to our partners as their bodies change and age and feeling self conscious herself about that process and I was like. we should be so lucky as to see them through these many years as we are seen ourselves. Hope that helps u understand

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ā vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to vĆ©ra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)
āIn a tragedy, nothing is in doubt and everyoneās destiny is known. That makes for tranquillity. There is a sort of fellow-feeling among characters in a tragedy: he who kills is as innocent as he who gets killed: itās all a matter of what part you are playing. Tragedy is restful; and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it. There isnāt any hope. Youāre trapped. The whole sky has fallen on you, and all you can do about it is to shout.Donāt mistake me: I said āshoutā: I did not say groan, whimper, complain. That, you cannot do. But you can shout aloud; you can get all those things said that you never thought youād be able to say ā or never even knew you had it in you to say. And you donāt say these things because it will do any good to say them: you know better than that. You say them for their own sake; you say them because you learn a lot from them.ā
ā Jean Anouilh, Antigone, 1942 (translated by Lewis GalantiĆØre, 1951)
good things will happenĀ š§æ
things that are meant to be will fall into placeĀ š§æ
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
this for real fucking works
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Iām just now finding out Anne Frank was bi??? OMG
Yeah okay, those edits were made by her dad, a cishet person - and also her dad, a Holocaust survivor, who would have been brutally aware that when the diary was first published in freakinā 1947, had he included anything which people could use to demonize his daughter or tar her as some kind ofĀ āpervertā, it would prevent the message he was trying to send about the horrors of the Holocaust and the heroism of his daughter from being properly understood and accepted the way he hoped.
That isnāt fair. It isnāt just. But it is reality. If Otto Frank had let this be included in the published version, thereās a large chance the homophobic backlash would have prevented the book from reaching the audience it did and spreading the message it needed to. It was NINETEEN. FORTY. SEVEN. The Holocaust had ended TWO YEARS AGO. The acceptance of LGBT identities was basically nonexistent. Otto Frank made a decision based on the time and place he was living in, about what the world at that time was and wasnāt ready to accept.Ā
Let me say this as bluntly as I can - I am a bisexual Jewish girl and I would have made the same decision Otto Frank did. Making sure Anne Frank was unambiguously seen as sympathic and heroic was more important. Making sure people werenāt sidetracked from the main issue of the Holocaust was more important. He shouldnāt have had to make that decision, without doubt. Anne Frankās sexuality (however she would have identified in modern terms) shouldnāt be considered relevant to her status as a hero or a sympathetic victim. But in 1947, it undoubtedly would have been.
Otto Frank survived Auschwitz and lost his entire family (a wife and two teenage daughters)Ā to the horrors of the Holocaust. He hoped that publishing his daughterās diary would spread awareness and sympathy for the victims of the Holocaust. If he had to make sacrifices to do that - well frankly, so fucking be it. I donāt know who alive today has the right to judge him.Ā
Letās also look at this thread from a queer Jewish person who brings up the fact that ANNE FRANK EDITED HER DIARY HERSELF
PLEASE do not forget that the gay men who survived being put into concentration camps by the Nazis WERE NOT FREED BY THE ALLIED FORCES. They were deemed rightfully convicted criminals and moved to prisons. This was not the battle Otto Frank was fighting and judging him as if he should have been fighting all the battles at once is not fair or realistic.

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Do you think Jesus ever got many carpenter requests after he started preaching? Like did anyone ever go up to him and be like; "My Lord! My Lord!" And the disciples are all: "The Master won't do anymore miracles today." But obviously Jesus is like; "Yes, my child?" And they just ask what his basic rate is to fix their door.
No one talks enough about the fact that Jesus had a day job.
He repaired the relationship between humanity and god, he also repaired the table in his friend Mary's house cuz it wobbled too much.
āJesus!ā
āHow can I help you my child?ā
āSo the Chair I got from you and your dad is great, but I tripped over it and it broke, I was hoping you could fix it?ā
āGo home and be at peace, your chair is fixed.ā
āLord, did you really just use a miracle to fix his chair?ā
āLuke my son, it was still under warranty.ā
āhoney that guy who made our table got crucifiedāĀ
Jesus said āTear down this temple, and I will rebuild it in three daysā not as a prophecy but as an advertisement
after a suicide attempt in 2016
āWhen Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I donāt know. Further north, Iād guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think sheās up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. Heās holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, theyād fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didnāt get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying heās pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. Sheās got a hanker for plums and aināt nothing else gonna do. Itās when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddyās truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. Thatās how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You donāt earn it. Itās given.ā
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13