Misfit. Vagabond. Bibliomaniac. Deviant. Queer. Asexy. Passionate. Fiercely Independent.
April 20, 2012 marks the annual Day of Silence in order to generate awareness for LGBTQ bullying and discrimination. Supporters take a 24 hour vow of silence in order to represent the silenced voices of LGBTQ people around the world. Try going a day without talking for a great cause!
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Well that just puts hegemonic masculinity into perspective…
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Hahahahahahaa.
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100 Real Tweets from Homophobes Who Would Murder Their Gay Child
@Homophobes, a Twitter account that retweets homophobes to expose their ignorance, published a collection of 100 horrifying tweets where people said that they would murder their child if he or she was gay. These tweets were all posted within 24 hours.
From the Storify post:
On March 12, 2012, the hashtag #ToMyUnbornChild became a trending topic. People used this hashtag to “tweet to” their future child. Here are 100 real tweets from real people — all within 24 hours — saying they would murder their child if he or she was gay.
To everyone that has ever told me “It’s not a big deal.”
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“Publicity Traps: Television Talk Shows and Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Visibility” by Joshua Gamson—
Human Sexualities by John Gagnon (1940s)
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
Amazing, <3