Today I’m thinking about all the lesbians in this world who never get to live their truth, and I feel so mournful…
There are lesbians everywhere.
There are closeted lesbians who don’t have the ability to safely come out.
There are lesbians from religious backgrounds who are called sick and sinful, and who are forced to endure conversion therapy.
There are lesbians who push down their truth due to internalized homophobia.
There are lesbians who are in long term relationships with or even married to men, who didn’t realize their truth until it was too late.
There are lesbians in other countries who cannot be out because homosexuality is illegal and they could end up in prison or even dead.
There are lesbians who go to their graves without ever being able to be with a woman, and there are lesbians who have been murdered for daring to be with a woman.
I live in a city where I can be proudly out—where I can hold my partner’s hand in public without incident. And that is a privilege that I do not take lightly.
To all the lesbians who are struggling right now: I see you. I love you. You matter so much.
i hate when ur in public somewhere and something goes mildly wrong/something inconvenient happens and the nearest baby boomer tries to get you to complain with them
what does this even mean
EXAMPLE:
you are in line at mcdonalds. its really busy and the employees are overwhelmed. it’s taking a long time. you are minding your own business. the old man in line next to you says to you, “boy, this is absolutely ridiculous, isn’t it? these kids working just dont know what they’re doing. Or they just dont care…” you awkwardly nod and take a step to the side
This has probably been said a million times before but: Defend the employees.
Really, you’re never going to see Karen from Stubenville again in your life, so side-eye her real good and say:
“It’s not thier fault they’re understaffed. Having worked retail before, they’d love to have another three or five people back there helping out. But since the whole ‘downsizing’ craze of the ninties, companies try to get as much out of thier employees as possible without regard for thier welfare, or the effect on service. You should really get on McD’s website and complain about the chronic understaffing and tell them you’re willing to pay more elsewhere for better service. They LISTEN to people like you.”
People love to complain, especially entitled people. The good news is that they’re easily redirected with mild praise and a shiny new target. Butter the elders and aim them at the bourgoise.
Big Mean Sweaty Dyke 