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hearing women say “my wife” and men say “my husband” is therapeutic tbh
Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?
No it’s absolutely not supposed to be the other way around you homophobic banana peel.
So it’s wrong for a women to say “my husband” or a man to say “my wife”? I never said it was wrong. I just asked because the other form for which I have just stated is missing. I find that form, too, to be therapeutic
No because the post is meant as positivity for LGBT people, not for some straight rando with a porn blog.
So a straight can’t ask for some positive for too? Perhaps include all the groups for true equality
Watch This Brave Porn Blog Fight For Equality For Heterosexuals
I cant wait until the day I wake up and sit on the kitchen countertop all pissed off because I’m not a morning person but then my wife comes walking up and stands between my legs and gives me a cup of coffee in a mug that says “good morning asshole” and kisses me sweetly but when she goes to walk away I wrap my legs around her so she cant escape and even though I’m still grumpy because Im awake shes so damn beautiful and the biggest fucking ray of sunshine so I just melt and smile at her in awe…ugh I cant wait for that.
Musicals In Real Life: Sweeney Todd! 💈 by Thomas Sanders
Thomas: (singing) These are my friends, see how-
Thomas: (pulls phone into view and laughs) Oh my wife and daughter are alive! Quest for revenge over!
This is pure gold
“You didn’t think you had to cook noodles”
This is how lesbian arguments usually play out
“You didn’t think you had to cook noodles”
This is how lesbian arguments usually play out
THIS IS MY FAVORITE VIDEO
“You didn’t think you had to cook noodles”
This is how lesbian arguments usually play out
THIS IS MY FAVORITE VIDEO
It does not escape me that I will never receive the amount of backlash that my wife will because she is a butch woman.
Her existence is detrimental to trans-activist rhetoric. Mine, not as much. I wear makeup(sometimes), my clothes are feminine and were made for female bodies. My hair is long and my nails are painted and by the laws of newly-defined “womanhood”, I am very much a woman.
My wife? She never paints her nails. Her hair is cropped short and she rarely ever wears makeup. The sweater she is wearing was made for a man. In a society that seems to be supportive of changing your “gender” based off of your personal style choices or your desire to be more masculine or feminine, she is categorized as a “trans man” in the minds of strangers wherever we go. People at work have asked her if they forced her to use her “dead name.” People have messaged me and stuck a question mark at the end of “she” so as not to “misgender” her.
My wife is a butch woman. She is dysphoric sometimes. She is loving always. She is a mother and writer and an artist and very much female. And she deserves a voice within her own community without people writing her entire existence off as being transphobic.
“You didn’t think you had to cook noodles”
This is how lesbian arguments usually play out
