Author: queerlybeloveds

quiet-reassurance:

quiet-reassurance:

quiet-reassurance:

listen, not to be dramatique but i’d be fine with the terms omnisexual, polysexual, pansexual, etc to describe people’s experiences if they weren’t a continuation of the lgbt+ community’s biphobia and desire to avoid the term bi

like you can id however you want, it isn’t my place to police anyone, but please think critically about why there are so many terms for identities of attraction to multiple genders, but there’s generally one accepted term for most other sexualities

honest to god, everyone in the comments trying to limit the definition of bisexuality is pissing me the hell off

don’t deign to tell me what I can’t be without even doing any research off of tumblr

bisexuality has and always has been the attraction to TWO OR MORE genders, REGARDLESS OF WHAT THOSE GENDERS ARE

within bisexuality there are a lot of separate experiences, however all fall under “bisexual”

https://www.binetusa.org/bisexuality/being-bi/1990-bi-manifesto

please go read yourself the 1990 bi manifesto, which sought to eliminate harmful misconceptions about bi people in 1990, including that bisexuality only involves two gender attraction or only involves attraction to binary genders

it honestly hurts that all of these still exist today and that so many of them have been echoed on this stupid post

also if I ever have to read “bi means two!!! :)))” again I’m gonna actually scream

listen

THE BISEXUAL COMMUNITY DIDNT NAME ITSELF

THEY CLAIMED A MEDICAL TERM THAT WAS USED AGAINST THEM IN PRIDE

therefore any argument about “but they named themselves 2!!!!” is bullshit, bc no they didn’t

doctors who were trying to “cure” them oversimplified bisexuality into “two”, the bi community never claimed to be so simplistic

https://www.glaad.org/blog/us-bisexual-movement-biweek-history-lesson

vampireapologist:

Death Culture in a lot of the US is so depressing and isolating. I know this doesn’t speak to every culture’s tradition and experience bc there are so many people and cultures in the country, but largely this is what I see.

People afraid of death. Not of dying, but of the concept and precense of death.

When someone dies, it’s spoken about very quietly and very privately, almost like it should be a secret.

Viewings and funerals have sanitized atmospheres, where you walk into a funeral home and very quietly tell the nearest family member that you’re sorry, and they say thank you, and you leave quickly, just as quietly.

People don’t explain death to their children, or they even hide it (replacing dead pets with identical ones, usually with fish or hamsters).

Worst of all, when the process is all over, when the body is in the ground or an urn, people stop talking about the person as if their memory is a taboo.

It has been eight years since my dad died. Eight. And people still avoid bringing him up around me. Sometimes they’ll even apologize if they mention him. If I meet someone new and mention he died, eight years ago, they say “oh I’m so sorry” and avoid saying anything ever again that may reference me having a dad.

It’s like when someone dies here, people want to pretend they never lived.

I’ve never understood this sort of culture, because on my mom’s side, we’ve always been super open about death. When a family member dies, we stand up by their body at the wake and tell lively stories about them. People laugh loudly and cry freely and share the most noble and most hilariously embarrassing moments they hold dear to them with the person we lost.

At the house we eat all day, but we can never eat enough, because more and more people bring more and cook more. We drink, and we even play instruments and sing, and we tell more stories.

And we tell the children what death means. And we don’t stop talking about the person once they’re in the ground.

If I miss them, I can message a family member and share a memory and feel better again.

So it always astounds me when someone asks me about my parents, and the way I watch them absolutely clam up when I say my dad died when I was in high school. I see in their eyes the way they silently make a note to never bring him up again.

Of course, if I ASKED them not to, that’d be one thing.

But I can’t ignore that we live largely in a society where death is a secret thing. A scary and inappropriate topic that happens behind closed doors. A dirty fact of life that we deal with as quickly as possible and can’t wait to wash our hands of.

I think it makes it harder for everyone. I hate that I feel I can’t bring up my own father, who raised me for seventeen years, without making Polite Company visibly uncomfortable.

Death is part of life. It’s going to happen to all of us, and I’m grateful to know that when it eventually happens to me, my family will laugh and cry and sing and eat my favorite food and drink my favorite drinks and tell embarrassing stories about me and my memory will stay with them because they’ll never lock it away in some secret little drawer deemed impolite and scary and dark.

There are so many cultures that process death in much healthier ways, and I’m not saying we should take heir traditions, but I think we should follow their example.

As it is, death is an isolating experience. We need to start talking about it.

Death isn’t evil, or inherently bad, or mysterious. It just happens. And it hurts. And it’s hard and sad and difficult to navigate. But all of those things are better managed when we talk and remember.

People I know who lost a parent as a child HAAATE the way people clam up when they mention. JUST BE NORMAL, DAMN.

waitineedaname:

my favorite mbmbam thing is when Travis says something completely buck wild and there’s a beat of silence before one of the others goes “Travis?” and he just pleasantly goes “mhm?”

poiregourmande:

me: you’ve already used this exact turn of phrase two paragraphs ago, that’s too repetitive

me, an intellectual: if I use it three more times it becomes a motif