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as long as your homophobia isnât negatively affecting anyone internalized homophobia is extremely common and plenty of people share your experience youâre not alone
the only person itâs affecting is me, donât worry. I have never and will never actually say anything mean spirited like that to anyone, even the thought makes my skin crawl.
Hey, I just read your post about struggling with the idea of being out and around other queer people. I'm not an old lesbian. I'm 22, in fact, but I can sympathize with what you're going through.
I see you feel guilty about these thoughts of embarrassment. I want to reassure you that you aren't a bad person for having these thoughts or internalized homophobia, especially since you're aware of them.
As someone who has a lot of, and regularly hangs out with "visibly queer people," I get that "cringe" feeling too sometimes. I cringe, not out of shame, but out of worry that the wrong person might perceive us. I'm not ashamed of being different, but I'm so, so scared of being ostracized or targeted. I trust my gay friends, but I have a hard time trusting other people not to harm us. I don't know if this is where your discomfort is coming from, but I know it's the source of my own. I'm pretty good at embracing my own "cringe" these days, but I hid so much as a teen.
It's always okay to have feelings of discomfort, especially in situations that confront your internalized homophobia. You're allowed to feel on edge at the idea of being out or existing around other out gay people in a world that excludes and kills us for being different. Your nervous system is trying to survive in a hostile environment. What matters is how you respond to these feelings. I would just be careful not to lash out at other queer people for existing, and from what you said in the tags it looks like you're already being careful about this.
I don't know if you have any access to counseling, but I'd look into finding a queer friendly therapist. Therapy can help big time with shame. Also, there are soooooooo many ways to participate in queer culture outside of what first comes to mind. Personally, I'm not a club person, so I've found my gay friends through other spaces. I also like to honor the lesbians who came before me by offering people acts of service and looking out for my community.
It's also okay if you don't want to be out in a public, visible way. I've attended private gatherings with other gay people who would change into their preferred outfits after arriving. How and who knows you're queer is your choice alone.
Regardless, I'm so sorry you're struggling with this, and I hope that someday you find comfort instead of dread.
(putting this under a readmore because what do I ever do but yap :) )
this is all so fantastically worded, thank you for sharing. I really do appreciate you reaching out like this because I know topics like this can be, putting it mildly, extremely personal and not at all fun to talk about. so thank you. I think, if I dig deeper into that âcringeâ feeling, it traces back to a fear response that feels like a fear of being noticed or being pointed out as something other. itâs not even like Ireland is a particularly homophobic country (though sadly it does kind of feel thereâs a serious backslide going on in the last few years) but there are always a few dickheads or smart alecks. Iâm a person who prefers to just keep their head down and work away, so I think personality wise thereâs already potential for a slight clash with people who exist loudly. and thatâs fine!! weâre humans weâre not all identical and thatâs how it should be. I only mentioned the negatives in that post, but I do also see visibly queer people being themselves and among my first thoughts are little things like âwow thatâs a cool styleâ or âhey that hairstyleâsâŚinteresting!â or âwhoa cool piercings!â. like I said, I physically feel sick at the idea of ever being intentionally mean to people, and that goes double for people already persecuted who are literally just trying to live their lives. and yeah I think thereâs some jealousy there too because who wouldnât love to be that brave and stand out.
and yeah I am aware that unfortunately that queer people internalising their own homophobia and lashing out and their own people is a huge and recurring issue and Iâd like to reassure anyone reading that Iâd never ever do that. youâre right that I mentioned it in the tags, but everything I said in that post exists purely and only inside my head. I would never actually say any of those things to anyone because thatâs super hurtful, obviously. anyone can see that. sometimes I post here and forget that weâre all still strangers and you guys donât know who I am. Iâm not someone who would ever in a million years intentionally and deliberately say anything mean to anyone. I wasnât raised that way, I donât carry myself that way, I actively work to catch myself if I do think certain not the nicest things sometimes because I am human and we all think those things sometimes. what I spoke about in that post is the primarily sole exception to that catching myself rule and I hate it. Iâm not the kind of person who routinely thinks these things (thatâs a sentiment Iâve expressed before here to) and so I really want to work on being better.
on the social outings point, as I mentioned I live in Ireland. pretty much the only social gathering people know is going out for a drink. yeah itâs joked about in wider society and a lot of people (looking at some Americans) think itâs great craic to make fun of. itâs a serious endemic social issue and Iâm not trying to be funny about that. weâre a country where most people have their first drink in their very early teens, so by the time any particular modern generation makes it to their twenties, going for a night out is just a regular Tuesday. I donât like that. Iâm not mad for the drink or anything, and that fact already limits the social aspect to a pretty substantial degree anyway. thatâs without even tagging on the meeting and interacting with queer people requirement to that social aspect which naturally makes it a lot more reduced in terms of options. I never thought about the acts of service and helping people thing as a way to connect with the previous generations of lesbians, thatâs actually really cool! next time I help anyone Iâm going to mentally thank the lesbians. even if I just pick up something that someone dropped, or something small. that sounds like sarcasm or a joke, but nope I have every intention of doing that. thank you lesbians!
âHow and who knows you're queer is your choice alone.â this part especially is really reassuring. not even in a way I can necessarily respond to, but just to carry with me. thereâs a proverb in Irish that goes âAr scĂĄth a chĂŠile a mhaireann na daoineâ and it basically translates to âPeople live in the shadow of each otherâ. itâs true, that this my story to share. a lot of good people before me have already written theirs. I hope theyâre not too disappointed with me for all this, and I hope someday I can have half the bravery they did.
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I guess I count as a âbaby gayâ or whatever and, dear wise lesbians of tumblr, I have a concern.
am I allowed to say that lgbtq people kindaâŚmake me uncomfortable. whoa internalised homophobia alert!! idk why. I know itâs irrational and I also really donât like it. most other times I really like being around people and getting to know them and chatting away but in this situation, something just makes me kinda cringe. like, I donât want to be around visibly queer people. I really donât. itâs this visceral recoil in my body. itâs not really disgust and itâs certainly not hatred, itâs more like having to work a shift with a coworker who irrationally pisses you off over something stupidly tiny. oh great this guy again. you donât want to be seen near them. I get this feeling if anyone else is nearby like âdear god please donât lump me in with themâ. sorry. yeah it probably makes me a coward.
look I only figured this stuff out just over two years ago. I still hate that I did. I wish there was a way to retract it, a receipt to hand back or something. Iâm not even âoutâ to anyone irl, not really thank god. I genuinely couldnât stomach that. I still donât even like the fact that Iâm gay, so I think it still takes me aback when I encounter others who live that aspect so loudly and proudly. itâs embarrassing. it makes me shudder. how can they do that? even the thought of saying âIâm a lesbian!â out loud makes me want to hide my head in my hands. I donât want people to know that. if I had the choice, I wouldnât want to be out socially around visibly queer people. and if I didnât have a choice, then Iâd just be glad I didnât blend in with them. I donât want to be perceived as being like them. honestly I just want to keep quiet about the whole thing. Iâd rather nobody know who I like. I wish no one ever talked about any of this stuff and I wish none of it existed. fuck why is this so hard.
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no bc seriously imagine if i laid my head in your lap while we were watching a movie or something and you were playing with my hair, and i couldn't really hold myself back from turning around and grabbing you, and pressing kisses to your stomach, and letting my hands wander under your pants....
want someone to be rough with me đ wanna be shoved face down into the bed, have my ass smacked, before they pin me down with all their weight. want my hands tied above my head as they grind their bulge into my ass, hissing in my ear how my safeword will be the only thing making them stop tonight
need my legs forced open and an impatient hand grasping my pussy. flicking my swollen clit, pulling apart my dripping cunt, maybe a tongue swiping along my slit just to make me gasp. fingers again, plunging into me no matter how hard i clench, not ready yet, but too desperate to stop them. cumming embarrassingly fast, tears welling in my eyes as fingers find my mouth, sobbing as i suck them clean
the head of a large dildo pressing into my opening, hands massaging my hips roughly as they edge their way into me. writhing under them, the stretch making me ache, crying out whenever i try to pull away and another hard smack lands on my ass. a harsh rub over the reddening skin before they pull me back down, not letting me get away, making me take every inch no matter how much i whine that it hurts
want their hand in my hair, pulling tight, their lips at my ear again. "don't pretend you're not enjoying this." a sharp hard thrust. "you like when it hurts and everyone knows it. you're not exactly shy about it." a harsh spank echoing around us. "you're a pathetic little pain slut and you're proud of it."
burying my face in the sheets as they start fucking into me, rough and fast and unrelenting. crying out every time i cum, earning spanks for the noise, groaning when i discover they've swapped their hand for a wooden paddle. but always arching back for more, needing the pain, needing it to mix with the pleasure, needing to lose myself in the intoxication of their touch as they fuck me over and over
and they keep their word. they don't stop. not when i beg. not when i try to pull away. not when i try to clamp my legs together only for them to pry me back open, swatting my swollen cunt before they force their strap back inside
"do you remember what you have to do to get me to stop?" they coo, their nails dragging down my spine, carving into my skin. "or have i fucked you too stupid to figure it out?"
trembling and whimpering under them, my pussy fluttering around their cock, tears dripping down my sweat-soaked face. hands massaging my bruised ass, clouding my broken mind with pain i can't quite wade through
"guess not. i better keep going then."
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hey dâyou want to push me against a wall and use my bare thigh to grind and get off on while I whimper and squirm about feeling your wetness soak my skin? sorry I mean dâyou wanna pin my wrists above my head and ride my strap? shit sorry I mean uh would you like to grab my chin and make fun of me for cumming just from feeling you ride me? ah wait no sorry I meanâ