Anonymous asked:
Got any ideas on coming out , I’m tired of hiding
Damn, well that’s quite circumstantial. But here’s some;
- Just tell whoever you want to tell. That’s pretty much what I did. There was nothing special or extravagant about me coming out. I just told my family and friends.
- Send them this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3ECU6xtp68(Gay) or this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SH_NwvdbecE(Bi). Idk any other songs, but they’re probably out there.
- Make no move to ‘come out,’ but be you and be comfortable in being you.
- Tell random people to eventually make it easier to come out to people that are closer to you.
- Walk out of a closet and be like, “Did you see what I just did there? This is me coming out of the closet.”
- Date someone and bring them home and be like… this is my partner.
I also want to just add this, ‘coming out’ does not suddenly validate you as queer (used as an umbrella term). As soon as you identify as queer is the moment you are valid. You don’t need to ‘come out’ if you’re not comfortable yet or not in a safe place to do so. Just remember that.
PS: Coming out isn’t a one time thing. It happens consistently in life. Every single time you meet a new person, is technically another chance for you to come out. It gets easier each time, at least in my opinion.
Anonymous asked:
Hello! So this might be a strenuous ask but I have a sister who said while she loved the idea - she didn’t really get the whole korrasami thing and thought it was a last minute idea to get a big reaction in the finale. I explained that it was a build up, but every example I have of korrasami scenes she said didn’t come across as anything beyond friendship. How can I explain the heteronormative lense to her? I tried to but I don’t want to sound preachy, just educational. Thankyou so so so much!!
So I’m going to tell you a story. It’s of when I was a teenager and something that I think of dearly as I recall it. I remember still learning about myself and the expectations of what a teenage girl had to do to fit in in society.
When I was sixteen, I ended up meeting this boy. It didn’t seem like we had much in common, but he was still nice to me. Eventually we started to hang out and we learned that we actually had much more in common than we first thought. He’d show me things he enjoyed and I would in return.
As we got closer, it was so easy to talk with him. He always was attentive and gave good advice. He was able to comfort me and hold conversations. And when I needed it, he was able to just listen. Sometimes it felt like everyone had expectations for me, and I just needed someone to be there and he was. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to talk to someone as easily as I could with him. He even taught me knew things, helping me learn about myself and gain new interests and hobbies.
On top of all of this, he was able to make me laugh. Even when I was having the hardest times, he could always make me smile. We shared a common sense of humor, often missed by others. I remember the inside jokes we created and the way our interactions had this playfulness about them.
Whenever we did anything together, it was as if we were on the same wave-length. It was as if he could read my mind, knowing when and what to do before I even knew it. He was able to read my emotions and thoughts better than anyone else. Always knowing when to bail me out of uncomfortable situations when I needed it. He understood me and never pressured me to be someone I wasn’t.
I’m not sure when, but I started to admire him. I started to admire his strength, his intelligence, his kindness, his looks. I had always known that he was attractive in many ways, but it started to be something I thought about more and more.
He was always there to offer his help and even when I declined it, he was still there to support me in the smallest of ways. He stayed in contact with me, even when I was distant and was struggling with my own problems. When I pushed him away, he stayed. When I was down, he was there to pick me up. He’d object to all of my self-deprecating talk and remind me of why I was special, that I belonged, and that I was needed.
When I allowed myself to accept that he was more than just a friend, everything clicked into place. I can remember the way I blushed whenever he complimented me. How I would try and dress well or make sure that my hair looked good, just to impress him. I remember smiling wider whenever I was able to make him laugh. I remember my heart skipping a beat every time his vibrant eyes met mine. I remember how my stomach fluttered with the slightest touch of his. It didn’t matter if it was his hand on my shoulder, his hand holding mine, his arms wrapping me in an embrace. He made me feel things that I had never felt before about another person.
Everything about him was special and honestly I never thought I’d be saying that. I remember thinking that there was no way in hell we’d be friends or become anything more. We were opposites, at least that’s what I thought. We came from different places. Were meant to achieve different things in life. But we did become friends. He was there for me when I needed it. He was the one to calm me down, to assure me of my actions. He trusted me and I trusted him. And over time, he became more than my friend. He became my best friend. Then became my crush. Then became the one that I loved.
Even now we’re still together. We’re still learning about ourselves and how we fit into society. But every moment is worth it with him.
Now, this wasn’t my story. And this wasn’t a girl and a boy’s story. This was Korra and Asami’s story. It obviously leaves out a lot (which shows that there is a ton of hinting and supporting evidence shown in TLOK for Korrasami), but it’s the basics of their progression.
The majority of people reading this will say that they were be able to see the romantic evolution in the story I’ve written. A story of strangers to friends to lovers. A very natural and common progression in real life, movies, television, and books. But if we change all of the ‘he’ to ‘she,’ the ‘him’ to ‘her’, the ‘his’ to ‘hers,’ and they don’t see the romantic evolution, then that’s what makes the difference. The people who can’t see it when we replace the pronouns are seeing the world through a heteronormative lens.
I know this is definitely a different way of explaining this, but I hope this can show what the heteronormative lens is to your sister. I also hope this can make her look at the series differently and see that the moments in the series were scenes of friendship, but also much more than just that.
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Sometimes I see someone so effortlessly beautiful and in my mind I’m like “congrats on your face”
A white cis man told me today that he wished that he were gay at times because he looks up to people that overcome adversity... just no.
#personal#text#like don't wish marginalization discrimination oppression upon yourself cause you think being different would make you cool#if i could have privileges of being a white straight cis male then my life would be one hell of a breeze#but it's not#i am a queer asian woman who's adopted and is cis but androgynous#like don't tell me shit like this#if you knew what we go through then you'd take that wish right back#queer#gay#minority#marginalization#privilege#white privilege