Update: 11 year old trans girl lost appeal

backyarditarian:

everythingbutharleyquinn:

liz-the-wiz:

thatfeministdyke:

transawareness:

The above article is an update.  Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost.  She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender.  She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.

Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined.  Lets get on the ball and spread the word.

Sign It.

I want to throw up. I’m so fucking angry. Sign this shit.


signal boost because this is one of the most disgusting occurances invloving a child i have ever heard of. please sign it.

Sign this. It will take you 5 seconds. A CHILD is about to be institutionalised because her gender does not match the one society has assigned to her.  INSTITUTIONALISED.

Signed.  This makes me sick to my stomach.  

Understanding the Costs of Reclaiming “Tr***y”

izythequeergirl:

[TW: Uncensored t-word on click-through]

I’m at a small local performance hall.  It’s the annual queer women’s music festival.  In this small college town, events like these only happen a couple times a year, and after an anti-social northwest winter, it feels good to be out.  I sometimes forget how many friends I have here; some that I haven’t seen in over a year.  The loud music washes over us as we dance in the semi-dark.  This is what I needed.  But in one moment, all that comes crashing down.

Somewhere in my head, I should have known this would happen and prepared myself.  “Tr***y got pack!” shouts the performer on the stage.  The crowd begins cheering, but suddenly I’m crestfallen.  I just can’t join in the celebration on this one.  I withdraw from the crowd and move to the back of the room.  Looking around I see a few others who had the same reaction, and I can’t help but notice that out of the small number of trans women in attendance at this show, each of us are removing ourselves.  I raise an eyebrow towards one friend and we share a moment  of, “Yeah, I know.”

Like many trans women, I’ve got a complicated history with the term “tr***y.”  Burned into my consciousness are societal insults about “tr***y makeup,” jokes about celebrities who “look like tr***ies” and fashion tips for how to avoid looking like a “hot tr***y mess.”  There is the “tr***y alert” website that encourages people to take and post pictures of suspected trans women they see on the street and log their locations — presumably so that straight men can avoid them, but more realistically so people on the internet can laugh at them.  TV crime shows have “tr***y hookers” that are depicted as worthless trash or murder victims.  And of course, there is my own experience briefly working in “tr***y porn.”

I’m not so sensitive that I can’t stand to hear the word uttered — but having it repeatedly chanted from the stage is a bit much.  This is especially so because every negative message attached to “tr***y” that I know is pretty clearly about women (if you have any doubts, just do a search for “tr***y” in any social media, like Curiouser Jane did last month), yet it’s a guy who’s singing the song.  I know he intends for the message to be about empowerment, a celebration that he’s strong enough to reclaim the term.  However, I find it to be a forceful reminder of the violence and oppression aimed at trans women like me and that I don’t have the luxury of taking this word (and the stereotypes that go with it) lightly.

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dear tumblr:

trelkez:

As an actual, real-life queer person, I care about queer civil liberties and queer representation on television (in that order). I also slash characters who are not canonically queer. Sometimes I slash characters who are canonically self-affirmed heterosexuals. 

I think it’s great when canon queer characters get screen time, but TV rarely serves up canon queer pairings I want to read fic about. Even if I were drowning in amazing canon pairings with reams of fic, I’d still be free to interpret and/or remix source texts how I liked and slash canonically heterosexual characters as I liked, and I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone else doing the same.

To put this in perspective, here’s an actual comment I got on YouTube a few hours ago: 

“I hope you’re not insulted that i chose not to pay attention to the slash aspect of it. It’s just not my cup of tea. But…”

Or this one, on a different vid: 

“Might be a bit homo…but…”

That bothers me. I’d just as soon save my outrage for someone who tells me they like my vid even though it’s a bit homo, rather than throwing it at someone who’s just really invested in John/Sherlock on tumblr. (I’m really invested in John/Sherlock on tumblr.) Fandom has too much explicit homophobia for me to get worked up about fans who expend huge amounts of energy on queering canonically heterosexual characters but don’t publicly punch some kind of queer cred card by spending tumblr time on canonically queer characters or queer issues.

And on a general note: you aren’t doing queer visibility any favors if you assume that the slash fans annoying you this minute are heterosexual just because you don’t immediately see evidence to the contrary. 

This isn’t a response to the original fetishization of queer people in fandom post itself, which is why I didn’t reblog — I don’t agree with everything in the original post, but I get where it’s coming from. Some of the replies, however: 

(Emphasis on the above is mine.) I am really getting tired of people who have just discovered slash and have decided it’s about fetishizing queerness. But I should also add that I do really love the discussions I’m seeing about people acting as if the intentional subtext we’re getting in shows like Sherlock counts as actual queer representation, because that is a potential problem that should be paid attention to.

brodinsons:

George Takei presents us with an interesting poll:

I love this man more than words can explain, and this is just one of the many reasons why.
He isn’t afraid to stand up for people who don’t have a voice and he’s got intelligent ways of doing so.

brodinsons:

George Takei presents us with an interesting poll:

I love this man more than words can explain, and this is just one of the many reasons why.

He isn’t afraid to stand up for people who don’t have a voice and he’s got intelligent ways of doing so.

livia-carica:

thedailywhat:

From The Archives: On March 16th, 2012, The Star Trek: TNG episode “The Outcast” marked the 20th anniversary of its initial airing.

The episode is particularly notable for being a bold, thinly veiled allegory for homosexual discrimination.

The J’naii, an androgynous humanoid race, once had two sexes, but has since “evolved” beyond genders. However, a small portion of the J’naii are still born with a “gender alignment.” These individuals subsequently develop an attraction to those who align with the opposite sex.

In “The Outcast,” Soren, a female-identifying J’naii born with an attraction to males, falls for Commander Riker, and he for her. When this is discovered, Soren is charged with perversion and brought before a J’naii tribunal where she (unsuccessfully) tries to defend herself and those like her.

Despite being penned a generation ago, the passionate, poignant excoriation uttered by Soren at her trial is, sadly, as necessary today as ever:

What we do is no different from what you do. We talk and laugh. We complain about work. And we wonder about growing old. We talk about our families and we worry about the future. And we cry with each other when things seem hopeless. All of the loving things that you do with each other - that is what we do. And for that we are called misfits, and deviants and criminals. What right do you have to punish us? What right do you have to change us? What makes you think you can dictate how people love each other?

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I cried at this episode. 

(Source: thedailywhat)

izythequeergirl:

Zinnia Jones tackles some offensive and all-too-common misconceptions cisgender people have of transgender people.

When I see a gay couple kiss in comics, it should read the same as Clark kissing Lois. But it doesn’t, because the society we live in has made love a politically-charged issue. When I see a gay couple kiss in a superhero comic book, I wonder if it’s going to get protested. I wonder if the comic is going to get tons of hate mail. I become hyper-critical of the kiss and put way too much thought into whether or not they are characters or caricatures. I wonder if there were meetings with executives in stiff suits, discussing how big the panel should be and how advertisers would react. I wonder if anyone on the creative team felt awkward about drawing, inking, coloring or lettering a page showing a couple of dudes expressing their love for each other. My sexuality has been politicized to the point where I can’t read a kiss between two fictional characters without thinking every insane thing I just listed. And yes, I think all the things I think are insane, because Marvel and the creators have given me no reason to doubt their sincerity. But I’ve seen bigotry on television, in comic book letters pages and in my own life. Even though the comic book industry has been incredibly supportive of the LGBT community and has made great strides towards diversifying their characters, I still let the words of the people currently vying for the Republican nomination spoil what should be a celebratory, progressive moment.
A Dialogue With My 86-year-old Grandmother About LGBT Rights & Marriage Equality
I saw this article:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/29/gay-activists-grandparents-marriage-equality_n_1310537.html
earlier this afternoon and I got suddenly curious how my 86yo grandmother felt about marriage equality and LGBT rights. Since she's often hilarious, I decided to interview her on the phone and post it here. I put it on speakerphone, recorded it, then transcribed it. She's in Miami, and Cuban-born, so this is translated from Spanish. She's a pretty feisty lady. I want to be her when I grow up. Here's what she said:
Me:Grandma, what do you think about this couple in their 90s supporting their gay grandkids in the fight for marriage equality?
Grandma:I think it's very nice. You have to support your family, no matter who they are. You can't reject people for things like that.
Me:If you had gay or lesbian family, would you do the same?
Grandma:I don't know if I could make a video like those people. They speak English.
Me:What about in Spanish? Would you make videos supporting marriage equality in Spanish.
Grandma:Ay... don't get any ideas. I don't want to make a video.
Me:But is it okay if I post this on the Internet? On one of my websites
Grandma:Ignorant people might yell at you.
Me:Oh, that's okay, I don't mind.
Grandma:Yes, you can put what I said on the Internet.
Me:Okay. So do you support gay and lesbian people getting married?
Grandma:I think gay people should be able to get married. Times have changed. Even my ideas have changed. There used to be a lot of ignorance and rumors about gay people, mostly because they had to live in hiding, you know, you couldn't be yourself out in public like they can be sometimes now. So I think people just made things up. But think gay people should be allowed to live their lives like everyone else.
Me:Would you go to a gay wedding?
Grandma:Yes, I would. It would probably be more lively than a regular one. I hate weddings. They're so boring.
Me:They really are. What do you think about people who protest gay marriage?
Grandma:Oh. Idiots.
Me:They're wrong?
Grandma:Idiots. Dumb people with nothing better to do. Out of all the things to protest. They should be out trying to do some good in the world instead.
Me:Do you think you would have felt the same way when you were my age?
Grandma:(Pauses) I don't think I gave it any thought. People didn't talk about these things back then. There was a lot of ignorance. Everybody knew gay people, of course, but people didn't talk about it in normal conversation, much less in public like on the news now. I think that's good. Talking is always good. When people know things, they can make up their own minds.I would like to think that maybe with a little information and thinking about it, I would feel the same way.
Me:Do you think gay people should be able to adopt kids?
Grandma:Of course.
Me:As a Christian, what do you think the Bible says about gay people?
Grandma:The Bible is very clear that Jesus doesn't care about race or gender or where you came from or anything. He loves everyone.
Me:What about the parts of the Bible that says gay people should be stoned to death?
Grandma:We don't stone people to death anymore...
Me:So you don't think that applies?
Grandma:I think God gave us some common sense to be able to figure out what parts were meant for forever, like "don't kill" and "don't steal" and "be good to people," and what parts were just a record of the society people lived in back then. We don't hide women in the dark during their periods anymore, either. Things like that.
Me:What about gays in the military? Do you think that should be allowed?
Grandma:You know, when I heard President Obama had helped made that legal, I was surprised it already wasn't. If you're willing to pick up a gun and go fight in some war somewhere for my freedom, I'm not willing to do that, so if you are, I don't care if you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or fifteen cats.
Me:Yeah, I think most people supported that one.
Grandma:It's like I told you. God gave us common sense for a reason.
Me:I know you've had a few close gay male friends. Have you ever had a lesbian friend?
Grandma:I did in Cuba. She was my neighbor and she did everyone's hair on the block. You couldn't really tell she was a lesbian, but she told me, after many years of knowing her.
Me:What do you mean by "you couldn't tell she was a lesbian?"
Grandma:Well, she was very glamorous. She looked like a movie star all the time - that's why she did everyone's hair. Some lesbians, you can tell.
Me:In English, they call the ability to tell if someone's gay "gaydar." Like "radar" but for "gay."
Grandma:Oh! I think I have that.
Me:You think you have good gaydar?
Grandma:Well, I was an artist, so I was around a lot of gay men. And I can usually tell, but Paula fooled me.
Me:The slang term for lesbians who are very conventionally feminine in English is "lipstick lesbian."
Grandma:She did wear lipstick!
Me:Do you think a lot of older people think like you do?
Grandma:I think so. A lot of older people keep up with the news better than you think. And you get to be my age and you realize a lot of past mistakes in your thinking. You realize that a lot of things you think mattered, really don't. And the people who don't think like that, it's mostly because they don't know any better. But even at my age, people can be taught.
Me:Thank you, Pupa.
Grandma:You should show me your website when you put this up. I hope a lot of people read it.
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sunandrainfic:

gleekto:

sweet-llama-cheeks:

project527:

Chris,

Forgive me for using your birthday video as a confessional. A Facebook friend told me about this project and I wanted to let you know how much your work has meant to me and my family.

As a father, I try to stay aware of what my children are being exposed to. When my kids first started watching Glee, I was dubious to say the least.  I was convinced that I would hate the show and even more convinced that I’d hate “the gay kid”. 

Because, I will be honest, I was one of those guys.  The ignorant, secretly bigoted kind who told myself that I was open-minded, but believed without reservation or consideration that gays were nothing but sexual predators looking to corrupt straight people.  I would like to apologize for that.

A few episodes into Glee, my viewpoint began to change.  I found myself rooting for the very character I had been so prepared to condemn. The father/son relationship I saw made me consider how I would feel if that was my kid.  I kept watching, slowly becoming fascinated (much to my embarrassment at the time) by the progress of Kurt’s romantic journey.  I was shocked by how much the innocent hope of his unrequited crush in the first season contrasted with the violent actions of that predatory closet jock in the second.  And I was both amused and touched by the slow build-up of strong, honest love between Kurt and his Dalton boy.  Those relationships proved to me that Kurt was just a boy, like any other, trying to get through the obstacles of his world and find real happiness.  This was no predator. No stereotype of random promiscuity. He wasn’t a sad little doormat for the ignorant straights of the world to push around. Kurt was just a normal, if extraordinary, teenager.

I had to ask myself, who was I to put down a gay version of the kid I had been in high school?  A boy who was pushed around for being a short, scrawny math-geek, who suffered God knows how many pointless crushes before meeting the love of my life, a woman I married right out of college and later fathered three beautiful children with?

Glee put my prejudice on shaky ground, and made me reconsider many things.  You personally caused that prejudice to undergo an earthquake by being so open about who you are and so friendly and charming and shockingly “real” whenever I happened across you on a talk show or televised event. 

The final nail in the coffin came this past weekend when Doug (my oldest son) and I watched the YouTube broadcast of “8” together.  I felt like a fool as I watched my old arguments, not against marriage but against gays in general, get held up to the fire and burned away as the transparent tissue paper excuses that they were.  Your performance in particular moved me, less for the words you spoke than for the vulnerability evident in your face and voice.  For a moment, I wasn’t watching Chris Colfer or the character he played on that witness stand, I was watching my own son.

Which brings me to the important part of this letter.  A day after that remarkable play aired, my son came out to me. He had been witnessing my slow transformation and, ironically, waiting for me to grow mature enough to accept the truth.  I have, and my son and I both feel remarkably free.

Thank you for teaching this old dog a couple of new tricks and helping me to become worthy of the wonderful young man that I fathered sixteen years ago.  I wouldn’t have done it without you.

Best Wishes and a very Happy Birthday to you.

Dennis

Oh my goodness. That’s beyond incredible.

Absolutely mindblowing.

This is amazing.