Posts tagged gay

manybothans:

I had a really great pride this year, but I was also troubled by comments I heard over the last week from a lot of people in both the mainstream and radical queer communities. I want to say a few things about cissexism, specifically towards trans women and other MTF spectrum folks.

1) Gay sex does not require genital symmetry.

Most people in the community realize that not all women have the same sex organs, but it seems that a lot of people have a harder time making the leap to realize that you can have super gay sex with someone who has different junk than you. If you think otherwise, you are probably alienating people in your community, not to mention potentially missing out on some hot queer sex!

2) Gay sex does not mean non-potentially-reproductive sex (see point #1).

A lot of people like to claim the contrary… things like, “dykes never have to worry about getting pregnant” and other such nonsense. Claiming that all gay sex is non-reproductive erases the experiences of a lot of trans people and their lovers, and also makes it harder to talk about birth control and safer sex.

3) Don’t call different types of genitals disgusting.

This seems to be a disturbingly common trend in the queer community and has come up several times this week. A lot of people have a hard enough time trying to feel good and confident in their bodies - and welcome in their queer community - without having to hear how disgusting other people think their junk is. This goes for all aspects of peoples’ bodies.

Basically, we all need to have a little sit down and think about the different body/gender combinations that exist in our community and how the things we say and do affect the people around us!

(via artoftransliness)

thegang:

I was an undergraduate when José Muñoz was just beginning to make a name for himself. His book DISIDENTIFICATIONS: QUEERS OF COLOR AND THE PERFORMANCE OF POLITICS was all the rage in my circle and off they went, my Queer friends, to put Muñoz’s theory into practice. I never could get behind disidentifying. I wanted all the identities at once. In some respects, I still do. I much enjoy telling the world, when it gets up in face, “Yes. I am that, too. And what?” When I think about being a poet, however, I have to question which aspect of my multidentity is responsible for that being. If I were not Black, I would still be a poet but I do not believe my being a poet would be possible if I were not a homosexual. My sexuality was the catalyst for childhood introspection and, having to keep a major part of myself hidden, forced me to hone my powers of observation. I had to be aware of everything around me, to protect myself when I thought no one else would. As the images and language began to commandeer the synapses, an outlet was needed. Poetry. I think all poets must have an experience that makes them see themselves outside the center of things. For me, it was the gift of homosexuality–for which I am eternally grateful.

(via For Southern Boys who Consider Poetry)

http://tranarchism.com:

Where to begin? Perhaps with the words:

“Hey, faggot.”

The words are not a threat, but an affirmation. They come from my friend who for now I’ll call Ethan, a cute boy in the same awkward situation that I find myself in—gay, fem, transgender. Fucked.

There are three strikes against guys like us. We are feminine, but not female, and are no longer capable of pretending to be so. We are homosexual men whose bodies other homosexual men often find repulsive. When we tell the world that we are gay, we are generally asked, “Why didn’t you just stay a girl?”

Our feminine traits are seen as residual, as a sign that we do not know how to be men, rather than as the deliberate and brave rejections of masculinity that they are. Doubly brave, given that they throw our maleness doubly into doubt.

When Ethan calls me a faggot, he is speaking as one trans nelly homo to another, affirming that we are in the same boat, affirming what so many have been reluctant to believe about me. But on some level, the slur still hurts.

[…..]

“Faggot!” is not just a word I hear from my friends anymore. I hear it on the street too.
Craven assholes scream it from their cars as they drive past. People call it out when I pass them by.
The straight world looks at me and sees “one of them.” But gay cis men do not look at me and see “one of us.”
There seems to me to be something terribly wrong with that.

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We are homos just like the rest. We just have a little extra something to deal with. All right, we have alot of extra shit to deal with. But deal we can and deal we do. As transsexual faggots we have just come too far to be anything other than precisely the kind of men we want to be. Why transition just to wear flannel shirts when we long to flounce about in sequins and marabou? Making the journey to become ourselves is not worth it if we do not become wholly ourselves, if we as nelly trans men do not embrace our femininity, our queerness, our raging fabulousity.

You see, we do not just desperately want to be men, any men. We are individuals. We have specific visions, specific desires, specific genders, and a specific situation.

Gay, fem, transgender. Fucked.

But loving it.

(Bolding ours)

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Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite

(via pansexualpride)