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Reblogged from pink-mama  7,187 notes
Posted 17, September, 2012
fuckyeahfeminists: The District of Columbia Office of Human Rights (OHR) has launched a groundbreaking Transgender and Gender Identity Respect Campaign that advocates are calling the first government-funded campaign focused exclusively on the betterment of transgender and gender non-conforming people. The five campaign ads feature actual community members, and will appear citywide on bus shelters in the fall and winter of 2012. D.C. residents and visitors who see an ad are encouraged to photograph it and post to social media using the hashtag #TransRespect, in hopes the campaign’s mission expands beyond D.C. (via D.C. Launches First Ever Transgender Respect Ads - COLORLINES)

fuckyeahfeminists:

The District of Columbia Office of Human Rights (OHR) has launched a groundbreaking Transgender and Gender Identity Respect Campaign that advocates are calling the first government-funded campaign focused exclusively on the betterment of transgender and gender non-conforming people.

The five campaign ads feature actual community members, and will appear citywide on bus shelters in the fall and winter of 2012.

D.C. residents and visitors who see an ad are encouraged to photograph it and post to social media using the hashtag #TransRespect, in hopes the campaign’s mission expands beyond D.C.

(via D.C. Launches First Ever Transgender Respect Ads - COLORLINES)

Reblogged from sinisterlava  3,751 notes
Posted 24, August, 2012
partycityp00p: bohemea: “I’m queer,” he says, simply. “I have a lot of really wonderful friends who are of very different sexes and genders. I am very much in love with no one in particular. I’ve been trying to figure out relationships, you know? I don’t know if it’s responsible for kids of my age to be so aggressively pursuing monogamous binds, because I don’t think we’re ready for them. The romanticism within our culture dictates that that’s what you’re supposed to be looking for. Then [when] we find what we think is love — even if it is love — we do not yet have the tools. I do feel that it’s possible to be at this age unintentionally hurtful, just by being irresponsible — which is fine. I’m super down with being irresponsible. I’m just trying to make sure my lack of responsibility no longer hurts people. That’s where I’m at in the boyfriend/girlfriend/zefriend type of question.” - Ezra Miller, Out magazine September 2012 photo credit: Kai Z Feng

partycityp00p: bohemea:

“I’m queer,” he says, simply. “I have a lot of really wonderful friends who are of very different sexes and genders. I am very much in love with no one in particular. I’ve been trying to figure out relationships, you know? I don’t know if it’s responsible for kids of my age to be so aggressively pursuing monogamous binds, because I don’t think we’re ready for them. The romanticism within our culture dictates that that’s what you’re supposed to be looking for. Then [when] we find what we think is love — even if it is love — we do not yet have the tools. I do feel that it’s possible to be at this age unintentionally hurtful, just by being irresponsible — which is fine. I’m super down with being irresponsible. I’m just trying to make sure my lack of responsibility no longer hurts people. That’s where I’m at in the boyfriend/girlfriend/zefriend type of question.”

- Ezra Miller, Out magazine September 2012

photo credit: Kai Z Feng

Reblogged from courais  1,955 notes
Posted 28, April, 2012

thefullmetalbitch:

Homicidal Rainbow

Transcript:

I planned a mass murder in a red notebook on an orange-yellow schoolbus

I don’t care that the earth is gorgeous green; I live in one shade of blue

So I never knew about indigo

And all my visions are violet—I mean violent

Color me homicidal, they colored me me homicidal

They beat me black and blue; I bled maroon, golden pus seeping out of my sore skin stained chartreuse on the football field

I never wanted to be a rainbow

To bend at the whim of thunderstorms, enslaved to lightning strikes at my insides

I’m afraid of sidewalks, side-streets and side glances, they see the colors

It doesn’t matter if I’m dressed in plain, they watch my walk

So I twitch and try to straighten and switch and I keep biting my tongue but that just strengthens my lisp

I can’t hide behind bathroom stalls, they always find me amongst black and white and ammonium and piss

I can’t forget they called me faggot and fruit and Tinkerbell but I thought that bitch had wings and I never once felt like I could fly

If I could, I would have flown away a long time ago but instead they clipped wings before they sprouted, they clip spines

I can’t be straight—I mean, I can’t stand straight held down by layers of toxic paint I bet they didn’t know

They were coloring me in, they were ETCHING HIT LISTS INTO MY SKIN—

She called me a FUCKING QUEER-

One.

You said I was going to hell

Two.

What I love is disgusting, okay.

Three.

You broke my nose.

Four.

I can’t babysit your son.

Five.

Dad said he’d disown me.

Six.

I’ll die alone.

Seven.

For every color of that fucking rainbow I put one bullet in my pocket and six in a revolver

I’ll rock them in a thunderstorm and they’ll bend to my whim, I’ll make lightning strike their insides, make them afraid of sidewalks

They’ll run their lips like I walk and we’ll switch roles

They won’t care that I liked pop music when I’m tuning heavy metal

I’ll paint the pavement red, dye their families blue, strip their skin violet and let them rot yellow and green

And I’ll stand behind indigo bars in a bright orange jumpsuit

And they’ll ask me why I did it,

And I’ll say:

I never wanted to be a rainbow. They colored me homicidal.