sometimes being queer is mourning. you transition and you mourn the girl you thought you were but never could have been. you mourn the parents that loved her and are silent towards you, you echo “i love you” back and forth but you know it only goes one way because you can’t love someone you refuse to see. you use slang with your brother so he calls you “bro” and it feels like a participation trophy for a game you wish you weren’t playing. your extended family tells you you’re shaping up to be a lovely young lady. you sit in a men’s medium buttondown and nod at them, say thank you, and pray they don’t make you go to another girl’s only brunch. “you make sacrifices for the people you love” they claim, but what have they sacrificed for you? money? you do not feel safe when with people anymore. you do not feel anything when you are alone. you are numb with grief for a life that could have been if you were not the one living it
I WANT TO FEEL BEAUTIFUL BUT NOT AT THE EXPENSE OF MY NATURE!
the pope can't stop saying faggot the president of the united states has dementia and is being maneuvered like a puppet the king of england is attempting to cure his cancer with coffee enemas. save for the few anachronisms this reads exactly like a medieval history paragraph
insanely hot take but cisallohet society is actually insanely perveted. ur gonna tell me that you're gonna look at my genitals as soon as I'm born and then slot me into one of two boxes, which i have to follow to a t, so that everyone knows what junk i've got, i am not allowed to do or be anything else?? and if the 50% chance goes wrong i'll be slotted into a box where the only thing that matters is how fuckable i (and my genitals) am to the other box. ur gonna tell me that its totally normal and natural to have to flaunt my genitals and for the set that i've got to completely rule my life??
and *i* am the twisted perveted freak bc i don't wanna do that? get fucking real.
“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.
Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”
–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.
Yeah sure i was seen as ruining my body and myself when I started to present more and more masculinely yeah sure I was told all my masculine haircuts were ugly and I had horrible clothes and no man would date me with unshaved legs and short hair and my grandparents didn't want a granddaughter with a buzzcut and facial piercing and that women were losing such a valuable young lady but yeah you're right masculinity is never seen as degrading or bad
5/4/2024: hello there, my name is Equinox, i am a schizophrenic disabled trans person dealing with psoriatic arthritis, hypermobile ehlers-danlos syndrome, fibromyalgia, degenerative disc disease, and other health problems. i am recovering from homelessness and fleeing domestic violence. after months of living in hotels and staying with friends when and where i can going from abusive situation to abusive situation, i finally have an apartment for myself through a government program for severely disabled people.
i need help with my electric bill, it is due on 5/14/2024. i need to keep the power on for obvious reasons, but also for my job, as i work from home. i sell handmade jewelry as well as traditional paintings, which you can find on my Ko-fi below
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beautiful caffeine on an empty stomach I'm going to live forever
I mourn for the rebellious masc 'girl' in every movie, who grow out of her manliness and becomes some asshole's domesticated wife. I mourn for her short untameable hair, which she was always running a hand through in those old photos. I see the way her fingers linger as she goes through the album with her young daughter, forcing a laugh at who she 'used' to be.
No one is safe until trans women are safe
free movies
nowhere
the living end
the doom generation
mysterious skin
chopping mall
black christmas
beneath the skin
possibly in michigan
hellraiser 1
hellraiser 2
kill bill 1
kill bill 2
leave her to heaven
it's a wonderful life
bram stoker's dracula
evil dead 1
evil dead 2
army of darkness
hell house llc 1
hell house llc 2
hell house llc 3
aliens
vampire hunter d (1985)
vampire hunter d: bloodlust
mikey and nicky
perfect blue
ganja and hess
nosferatu (1922)
carnival of souls
stepford wives
texas chainsaw massacre (1974)
gentlemen prefer blondes
fight club
carrie (1976)
the thing (1982)
the lost boys
butch cassidy and the sundance kid
phantom of the paradise
velvet goldmine
the devils (1971)
possession (1981)
crash (1996)
get out
paris is burning
the watermelon woman
eraserhead
an american werewolf in london
whatever happened to baby jane?
all about eve
southern comfort
shit(and sometimes serious)posts of a 22yo trans man
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