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“Queerness, to me, is about far more than homosexual attraction. It’s about a willingness to see all other taboos broken down. Sure, many of us start on this path when we first feel “same sex” or “same gender” attraction (though what is sex? And what is gender? And does anyone really have the same sex or gender as anyone else?). But queerness doesn’t stop there. This is a somewhat controversial stance, but to me queer means something completely different than “gay” or “lesbian” or “bisexual.” A queer person is usually someone who has come to a non-binary view of gender, who recognizes the validity of all trans identities, and who, given this understanding of infinite gender possibilities, finds it hard to define their sexuality any longer in a gender-based way. Queer people understand and support non-monogamy even if they do not engage in it themselves. They can grok being asexual or aromantic. (What does sex have to do with love, or love with sex, necessarily?) A queer can view promiscuous (protected) public bathhouse sex with strangers and complete abstinence as equally healthy. Queers understand that people have different relationships to their bodies. We get what it means to be stone. We know what body dysphoria is about. We understand that not everyone likes to get touched the same way or to get touched at all. We realize that people with disabilities may have different sexual needs, and that people with survivor histories often have sexual triggers. We can negotiate safe and creative ways to be intimate with people with HIV/AIDs and other STIs. Queers understand the range of power and sensation and the diversity of sexual dynamics. We are tops and bottoms, doms and subs, sadists and masochists and sadomasochists, versatiles and switches. We know what we like and don’t like in bed. We embrace a wide range of relationship types. We can be partners, lovers, friends with benefits, platonic sweethearts, chosen family. We can have very different dynamics with different people, often all at once. We don’t expect one person to be able to fulfill all our diverse needs, fantasies and ideals indefinitely. Because our views on relationships, sex, gender, love, bodies, and family are so unconventional, we are of necessity anti-assimilationist. Because under the kyriarchy we suffer, and watch the people we love suffering, we are political. Because we want to survive, we fight. We only want the freedom to be ourselves, love ourselves, love each other, and live together. Because we are routinely denied that, we are pissed. Queer doesn’t mean “don’t label me,” it means “I am naming myself.” It means “ask me more questions if you’re curious…“”

What Queerness Means To Me « Tranarchism (via docasaur)

I’ve chosen this as one of my first posts as it’s important to me that people understand what I’m talking about when I use the term queer.  

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there is, in fact, a "platonic explanation for this" if you're not a coward

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its so fun to see the diversity of tags on this ranging from "they're literally just standing next to each other" to "deep bonds dont have to be romantic/sexual!" to "yeah friends can fuck nasty, platonically. coward." we're all so correct, there are, in fact, a million platonic explanations for this

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Today's multiple choice question is did I:

a) find a dog and bring him back to his owners

B) accidentally kidnap a dog

C) get adopted by a dog

D) make friends with neighbours

E) All of the above?

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Okay so. The Adventure.

Part The First

It begins when I'm walking up the hill, past the bakery and the odd little shopping strip, which stands at the northernmost edge of this little plateau I'm on the southernmost edge of. It's an odd shopping strip because literally every building to the south is residential, but these are...not.

Anyway. I'm past the bakery. And across the street is this Gorgeous Dog. It looks Retrieverish, blond, and pleasingly Lorge. It also looks extremely familiar – it's the dog I saw going into the apartment building across the street to the south of mine, with his owner, while I was enjoying a cup of tea lounging in the window seat.

And the dog is it's just splaying there in the sunlight, whuffing at the feet of a man in shirts and a short, clearly out to dispose of some garbage, and a lady in a gorgeous strapless dress, which I envied. (Because I was in jeans and my oldest long-sleeve, and was feeling sweaty all over, while she looked daisy-fresh.) But the puzzling thing is: the man standing by the dog now is not the dog's owner. My memory for faces isn't great, but even I can remember a difference of about thirty years.

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Part the Second

The next ten minutes are calm. The Dog and I gratefully gulp down water, me from a respectably tall glass, he from a bowl designed for a chihuahua, which means he can only stick his nose in. He is unfazed by this, and trots around, investigating the house plants, the little outdoor porch with more plants, and eventually, flopping down onto the linoleum like a big rug.

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Part Three: The Return of the KingDog

The scene is set. We arrived at the address. Rob gets out of the car and says he'll ring the doorbell first. I get out to, because of chronic inability to stand still syndrome, and then, while he is still at the door and ringing the doorbell, pop the boot and let Lior down. Because I have a good feeling about this. This must be the place. I mean, it was on the microchip.

The door opens. A woman stands in the hallway. Very politely, Rob says to her: "Hello! We found your dog!"

"… What?" Says the woman's blank face, as well as her voice.

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new gender idea: guy who is super masculine and uses he/him pronouns, but every time someone acknowledges his gender or asks about it he switches to feminine presentation and she/her pronouns and refuses to acknowledge the change

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sorry. *girl who is super feminine and uses she/her but everytime someone asks she switches to masc and he/him and refuses to acknowledge the change

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sorry. *guy who is su-

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hey. stop being funnier than me

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Anonymous asked:

What happens if tarantula no longger need the frog?

bunjywunjy answered:

great news! that just straight-up doesn’t happen.

tarantulas can live for well over a decade, and female tarantulas can expect to breed multiple times before they finally kick it! and since there’s always the expectation of there going to be a new clutch of eggs in the nest every year, there’s no benefit in getting rid of the frogs that will keep those eggs safe.

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a female columbian lesserblack tarantula will treasure and protect her frogs until the day she dies, and then those frogs will go into the care of whichever of her daughters inherits her burrow! it’s an eternal cycle. a cycle of frog.

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