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New York, NY by way of Oakland, CA. 21.
Art student, queer, genderqueer, white-passing mixed with a dirty mouth. they/them pronouns svp
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Y’all Better Stop With Your Violent Queer Parties
I want queer dance parties who take queer dollars to cut this shit out. now. even better retroactively with bountiful reparations given to all of us who’ve experienced this kind of violence.
I want them to be accountable to the people they are supposedly welcoming, to change their practices and principles and understand the kind of power over people who are navigating multiple forms of oppression and violence every day. I want them to come up with principles around holding relationships that they don’t understand because of their privilege and holding lives and experiences that they have benefited from but do not actually know. My most recent experience was this weekend. On Friday night my partner and I went to “SECRET POP UP” Brooklyn Queer dance party at Cubana Social and unsurprisingly experienced multiple levels of oppression and violence throughout our time there.Our bodies, lives and loves matter.
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Shoutout to all the queer and trans* parents raising their kids to be lovely and fabulous. Kudos to you for being a parent and existing in a world that tries to erase you. You are seen. You are valid. You are the fucking shit.
(via -osito)
Let me scoop you some ice cream.
Ok so you can just hold it right there mister
this is my favorite photo of my dad and the one that makes me want to ask him the most questions.
to those of us who struggle with this day: i’m with you and am gonna do lots o’ self care today
to all of us: happy father or father figures’ day. shit’s complicated.
also: sometimes I have to use this photo of my dad to prove to white people that I’m not white.
found a nike tracksuit in the garage fwm
me when i get dressed and i’m alone tbh
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