Bamboo Nation

It was meant to be a draft but then I realized that I probably will never finish it so I decided to treated as a finished piece. *throws integrity out of the window*
And don’t judge me I like Will in blue.

It was meant to be a draft but then I realized that I probably will never finish it so I decided to treated as a finished piece. *throws integrity out of the window*

And don’t judge me I like Will in blue.

I hate it when straight guys ask me

onwednesdaysweweartrenchcoats:

"but you don’t go for the butchy lesbians, right? Cus I mean what’s the point in even being with a woman then?"

Like my eyeliner and dresses set me apart from every lesbian who’d rather rock a pair of biker boots. Like I’m the delicate female sex of some strange, gay, offshoot species and need to be segregated (at least in their minds) from my more aggressive male counterpart. Like me being with a woman who is less stereotypically feminine ruins the fucked up and objectifying porno they must be mentally constructing when they ask these things.

You know what I “go for”? Women. That’s really the beginning and the end of being a lesbian. I am a woman. I like other women. I like women who are bigger than me. I like women who are smaller than me. I like it when a cute butch saddles up to me at the bar and offers to buy me a drink. I like it when busty blondes with long, braided hair spank my ass while they fuck me from behind. I like the sight of tits bouncing in my face during that really vigorous kind of sex that leaves you sweating and drained. I like it when a strong woman holds me down and rides my face until my lips go numb.

You know what I don’t like? Penises. And you would have to be a fucking idiot to think that I give two shits what any one with a dick considers to be an acceptable woman. 

Critiques on how television almost always cancel out the efforts of history lessons and critical thinking.

She needs no introduction. Wait, this video is an introduction.

cameleonarcissus:

Acrylic 12”X16” Canvas ~12 hours

Gorgeous!

cameleonarcissus:

Acrylic 12”X16” Canvas ~12 hours

Gorgeous!

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rainbowphotostudio:

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The photographer is my cousin! xD Follow him and find lots of nice images of pretty ladies. :3

I always bring novels home to my mom when I’ve finished reading them. Recently I gave her two YA novels on transgender teens which I enjoyed very much. My mom is not particularly gay-supporting but she counts as gay-friendly. Yet when she was shown the second novel, she asked, “Why are you always reading these things?” I knew she wasn’t meant to sound hateful but it hurt me inside. Because questions like this one is why we need books about transgender people in the first place.

"Why are you always showing me books about cisgender people?"

Asks nobody, ever.

And what’s wrong with reading stories about young people struggling to find their own identity and happiness? We see those stories ALL THE TIME, just more often in cishet people. Since transgender people do exist, what is so incomprehensible about reading a book that talks about them growing up?

That’s also why I increasingly find media representation to be extra important in terms of breaking social stigma about minorities. I can go on and on and on about this but let’s just say that there is nothing more ironic than seeing people from the most dominating/privileged social group whining about “too much exposure” from the very communities they have continuously oppressed and silenced throughout history.

Has it ever occurred to you that maybe everybody in the Shinigami Dispatch Society ships Grelliam?

Except, apparently, William himself.

William’s bed hair wins.
(Maybe I will color it later… just maybe.)

William’s bed hair wins.

(Maybe I will color it later… just maybe.)