explaining anxiety is the fucking worst because you feel like an idiot for being bothered by the things that bother you but it’s such an intense fear right at your core so you have to go through all of these other levels of yourself to try and get someone else to understand it
I want to educate people about LGBTQIA issues, especially trans issues. I wan’t to help people learn. But it’s difficult to want to do that when the majority of people are like “convince me on why i should give a shit about your basic human rights” instead of “im curious and I dont know as much about this as i should, can you help me understand”
(Source: halloweengender, via thefreshprinceof-denmark)
A week in New York is hella set up. This summer is going to be so cash
I had to make a dumb cooler for my boy because it’s tradition for formal dates to do so, but since I’m sooo0o0o0o0o alternative, I just painted his favorite album cover (dog problems//the format) on all sides.
Exclusive pictures of me and this rly cute boy I’ve been seeing at a formal in Gatlinburg, Tennessee!!! !! !!!! !
Yesterday at around 5:30 on my way to work, I was stopped at a busy intersection waiting for the light to change. I hadn’t even put my foot down to stop the bike when a group of construction workers standing at this particular corner started snapping, clapping, and making kissing and clicking noises at me. They kept laughing and staring at my chest and legs (I was wearing sort of a short skirt). I tried to look away and found myself looking at another man who had been staring intently at me the entire time I was trying to adjust myself and my bike so I’d be ready to speed off as soon as I could. And then I heard and saw literally another man on my other side spitting off unwanted compliments and and staring as well. I honestly had never felt so unsafe in my life. I was considering just riding into the intersection to cross when it wasn’t the right time to just so I could get away from these 10 or so men all harassing me.
After the light changed, I rode off as fast as I could, parked my bike, and walked into the thrift store nearby and up the stairs to the second floor where I just hung out for an hour. At least there was a sale and I found a cute dress and skirt.
Anonymous said: are you straight
I laughed for like 5 minutes when I got this ask because it crash landed into my askbox right after I announced that I’m going to be an LGBT Affairs ambassador for UF (yay omg).
The answer is, yes, mostly? I’ve identified strongly with being heterosexual for all of my life without any doubts, but increasing my knowledge about sexuality through my studies has erased any idea I’ve ever had that anyone is exclusively anything. Everyone’s at /least/ a little queer.
I like the term “heteroflexible,” and use it freely in safe spaces.
Uh…..my schedule for the fall?
ALERT: Straight-edge girl holds glassware without exploding, more at 11
It’s a gift for a friend; I don’t know anything about smoking, obviously, but I hope it’s a cute/good piece for him. All I know is that it’s really pretty