And other minorities
[Image description: screenshots of two tweets–the first is from “Alyssa”. It reads, “My sister has been in this world for 18 yrs and today is the first day she has been offered a menu at a restaurant”. There is an attached picture of a person’s hands resting on a Braille menu. The second tweet is a retweet by “Tyler Ford” that reads, “please let this tweet remind you of the steps you can take to make your spaces & places you frequent more accessible for disabled folks”.]
Author: countessk8
you don’t have to like penis. you are not broken or wrong or bigoted or oppressive for not liking penis. you are not harming anyone by not liking penis. you are not harming anyone by not being attracted to or intimate with people who have penises. you are not invalidating, you are not murdering, you are not excluding, you are not demonizing, you are not harming. this is not a flaw that needs to be fixed. this is not a prejudice that needs to be unlearned. being a woman who does not like penis is healthy, natural, and beautiful. being a woman who exclusively loves vulvas is healthy, natural, and beautiful. being a lesbian is healthy, natural, and beautiful. you are not broken. you are not wrong. you are not hurting anyone. you don’t need to examine this any further; it takes long enough for most lesbians to even realize we’re lesbians. you’ve given it thought. you’ve analyzed. you’ve discovered your true self and there is nothing, nothing, to fix about that. you are not wrong. you are not hurting anyone. you are not broken.
you are a lesbian, and that is beautiful.

any gay couple holding hands in public who caught me staring at you: i’m not homophobic, i’m gay and jealous
Date a boy who will never forget your birthday because it’s the same as his own. Date a boy who will always be there to wipe your tears away. Date a boy who will comfort you if you’re afraid of the dark. Date a boy who will never abandon you. Date a boy who has beautiful dark skin. Date a boy who has eight rows of needle-like teeth. Oh, did I say boy? Sorry, I meant shadow. Date your shadow.
i just realized how weird my theme is… like i’ll reblog a long ass post with a lot of replies and it fucks up the whole page… a swarm of letters flies out the window. commas form an union. in the distance, sirens
me: *lays awake at 3 a.m. thinking of the bomb ass breakfast and coffee i’m gonna make in a few hours*
me waking up past noon: i will have a potato chip. this will suffice as nourishment.
don’t confuse accents and language barriers with lack of intelligence





