I’m Here, I’m Queer, I Live in Existential Fear

this is just the gender and sexuality of the instruments, not the musicians who play them. also I'm right.

Caption: [If you've ever wanted to know the gender and sexuality of all of the instruments in an orchestra, fear not for I have composed this useful list for you.

First up the violin. Disney gay, what more can I say. Cello. She's a femme lesbian and we love her. Double bass. Stone butch, mwah! Harp. Incredibly sapphic lesbian. Like reads Radclyffe Hall whole lesbian.

Into the brass instruments, french horn is a disaster twink. Trombone is unlabeled but does love poppers. The tuba! A queer anarchist. Awww it's the euphonium. Trans baby, love them.

Controversial, but the trumpet is homophobic. I'm sorry I don't make the rules. Into woodwind now, I've spoken about the flute before on my tiktok page. The flute plays center in netball.

She's a high femme bisexual. She's nervous around girls. The piccolo. Hmm... pansexual, thirty minutes late to the orgy. Alto saxophone is an oblivious but polite straight man, but the tenor saxophone is a chaos bisexual.

Yes I did play a tenor saxophone, I don't, I don't need this from you. (pause) The clarinet's a terf. Who fucking knows what's going on with the bassoon. All I know is that that is a horny fucking instrument.

The oboe is pansexual, genderfluid, polyamorous, kinky, radical, sex worker, and yet, somehow has the worse politics you have ever encountered. Percussion time! The timpani is a wonderful flamboyant bear.

There is such a large diversity of experiences when it comes to gender, sex, sexuality, romantic attraction, relationship orientations and variations. I love all of the terms, all of the words, all of the pride flags, all of the communities, all of the pronouns.

A special type of queer joy is being happy and supportive and thrilled when other queer people find the words to describe their own experiences, or when someone creates a new word to give voice to their identity, when someone finds the name or pronouns that bring them comfort and happiness.

I love everyone who feels like their identities are too complicated, too complex, too obscure, too much.

I love queer people, genderqueer people, genderfuck people, and genderpunk people. I love intersex people and intergender people.

I love androgynes, asexuals, aromantics, aroaces of all kinds, alloaros, alloaces, demisexuals, demiromantics, polysexuals, pansexuals, bisexuals, and omnisexuals.

I love bisexual lesbians, nonbinary lesbians, lesbians who use they/them and/or he/him pronouns, nonbinary gay people, transmasculine butches, trans lesbians, butch trans women, and gay trans men.

I love abrosexuals and abroromantics, bigender people who are both man and woman, people who use every pronoun, people who don't want any pronouns, everyone with fluid and fluxing genders and sexualities, everyone who identifies with neopronouns.

I love polyamorous people, people in queerplatonic relationships, polyamorous people in queerplatonic relationships, everyone redesigning and redefining family and relationship structures.

I love people with unheard of and uncommon genders, people with gender labels that they created themselves, people with genders and sexualities that are specific to their own cultures, neurodivergent people who are autigender, or neurogender, or gendervague.

I love all of queer culture, even the mocked and stereotyped parts. I love the shaved heads and the undercuts, the dyed hair and the piercings. I love the subcultures that are a part of our present communities and histories. I love the bears and the twinks, the kinky queers, the kinky aces, the leathermen and leatherdykes.

I love queer anarchists, queer communists, queer antifascists, queers who are dedicated to dismantling systems of oppression and creating a new world.

I love everyone who belongs to multiple communities, who claims multiple labels, who cannot be easily categorized, who refuses to be easily categorized.

It gives me so much fucking joy to see the people within our communities existing anyway, resisting anyway, living authentically anyway, being visible anyway, being proud anyway.

that I recently saw, it’s unofficial abro day!

marty mcfly is trans

very short

social outcast

wears layers upon layers, like it’s literally SUCH a transmasc outfit

his mom doesn’t approve of his girlfriend for no discernible reason other than that it seems she doesn’t want him to have a girlfriend at all

And UCD reportedly payed $175,000 for this image to not appear when you search it on google: