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postmaloneterfbangs:

cocksmasher69:

me at Target in 10 years: excuse me *reads nametag* xhir, where’s your restroom?

xhir: what are your pronouns

me: I’m a woman

xhir: *staring blankly*

me: I’m femme-aligned

xhir: oh, it’s toward the front of the store past the gender neutral communal piss trough

me: ok

I walk past the piss trough and through a door that says ‘nonbinary femmes’ and it’s just an empty room with a drain in the middle and one urinal

a man walks in as I’m pissing on the floor and shoves me out of the way

zhehr: I’m shartgender and you as a femme-aligned entity have privilege over me so move out of the way cuz my genderqueer bussy’s about to explode

The gender police arrest me outside

reblogging this absolute classic

brownbitchbisexual:

“My eldest daughter, Suldana, is in love with another woman. She is eighteen and she spends her days working at our kiosk selling milk and eggs, and at night she sneaks out and goes down to the beach to see her lover. She crawls back into bed at dawn, smelling of sea and salt and perfume. Suldana is beautiful and she wraps this beauty around herself like a shawl of stars. When she smiles her dimples deepen and you can’t help but be charmed. When she walks down the street men stare and whistle and ache. But they cannot have her. Every day marriage proposals arrive with offers of high dowries but I wave them away. We never talk about these things like mothers and daughters should; but I respect her privacy and I allow her to live.”

— – Diriye Osman, “Fairytales For Lost Children.” (via water-veiled)