Son días como el de hoy, en los que quiero desaparecer de todo el mundo. Estoy harta de vivir una vida que nunca quise, rodeada de gente que me odia. Nunca podré ser feliz. Ya no veo el punto solo soy un estorbo.
Ok scorpion tattoo in the Black Sabbath shirt you win my heart is yours
In an effort to both allocate space for and document the existence of masculine women, photographer Meg Allen created a powerful series of portraits for an exhibit at Cafe Gabriela in Oakland, Calif.
Entitled BUTCH, Allen’s series not only represents genderqueer women for a broader, heteronormative audience, but reaffirms butch identity within the queer community at a time when “butch flight,” or gender transitioning, is arguably becoming more and more commonplace. It is, as Allen says on her website, “an homage to the bull-daggers and female husbands before me, and to the young studs, gender queers and bois who continue to bloom into the present.”
These are some good looking folks
Nothing. No one. No place. No idea. No memory. No feelings. No emotions. Nothing. All the colors of the rainbow and all I see is red.
You know something I found interesting?
Is how when people meet dogs, they’ll say something like
“He’s so cute!”
And the owner will shyly respond with “she’s a girl, actually”
And the person will apologize and IMMEDIATELY start using the right pronouns.
So my question is,
If its so easy to do with DOGS why is it so fucking difficult to do with trans people?
Being refered to as “my girl” makes me melt.