odofemi:

I keep meaning to organize the next TWAT/fest, but to tell the truth, the idea really depresses me. When I started TWAT/fest, the main impetus was that I was tired of seeing endless art shows about cis femmes and cis butches and trans men and genderqueers and gay men and basically every kind of person except trans women, which implied to me that trans women were not people, or at least weren’t people who made significant artistic contributions to queer culture or any culture for that matter. I was inspired directly by the work of Mirha-Soleil Ross in organizing Counting Past 2, the world’s first transsexual, transgender, and intersex video and performance festival in Toronto from 1998-2003.

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lorax-justice:

Society may be terrible but know what legal rights you do have. 
lorax-justice:

Society may be terrible but know what legal rights you do have. 
lorax-justice:

Society may be terrible but know what legal rights you do have. 
lorax-justice:

Society may be terrible but know what legal rights you do have. 

lorax-justice:

Society may be terrible but know what legal rights you do have. 

cosplayingwhileblack:

Name: Roronoa Zoro
Series: One Piece (Unlimited Adventure)
Blog: http://matryoshkamadness.tumblr.com/
SUBMISSION cosplayingwhileblack:

Name: Roronoa Zoro
Series: One Piece (Unlimited Adventure)
Blog: http://matryoshkamadness.tumblr.com/
SUBMISSION

cosplayingwhileblack:

Name: Roronoa Zoro

Series: One Piece (Unlimited Adventure)

Blog: http://matryoshkamadness.tumblr.com/

SUBMISSION

"

I left home at age 10 in 1961. I hustled on 42nd Street. The early 60s was not a good time for drag queens, effeminate boys or boys that wore makeup like we did.

Back then we were beat up by the police, by everybody. I didn’t really come out as a drag queen until the late 60s.

When drag queens were arrested, what degradation there was. I remember the first time I got arrested, I wasn’t even in full drag. I was walking down the street and the cops just snatched me.

We always felt that the police were the real enemy. We expected nothing better than to be treated like we were animals-and we were.

We were stuck in a bullpen like a bunch of freaks. We were disrespected. A lot of us were beaten up and raped.

When I ended up going to jail, to do 90 days, they tried to rape me. I very nicely bit the shit out of a man.

I’ve been through it all.

In 1969, the night of the Stonewall riot, was a very hot, muggy night. We were in the Stonewall [bar] and the lights came on. We all stopped dancing. The police came in.

They had gotten their payoff earlier in the week. But Inspector Pine came in-him and his morals squad-to spend more of the government’s money.

We were led out of the bar and they cattled us all up against the police vans. The cops pushed us up against the grates and the fences. People started throwing pennies, nickels, and quarters at the cops.

And then the bottles started. And then we finally had the morals squad barricaded in the Stonewall building, because they were actually afraid of us at that time. They didn’t know we were going to react that way.

We were not taking any more of this shit. We had done so much for other movements. It was time.

It was street gay people from the Village out front-homeless people who lived in the park in Sheridan Square outside the bar-and then drag queens behind them and everybody behind us. The Stonewall Inn telephone lines were cut and they were left in the dark.

One Village Voice reporter was in the bar at that time. And according to the archives of the Village Voice, he was handed a gun from Inspector Pine and told, “We got to fight our way out of there.”

This was after one Molotov cocktail was thrown and we were ramming the door of the Stonewall bar with an uprooted parking meter. So they were ready to come out shooting that night.

Finally the Tactical Police Force showed up after 45 minutes. A lot of people forget that for 45 minutes we had them trapped in there.

All of us were working for so many movements at that time. Everyone was involved with the women’s movement, the peace movement, the civil-rights movement. We were all radicals. I believe that’s what brought it around.

You get tired of being just pushed around.

STAR came about after a sit-in at Wein stein Hall at New York University in 1970. Later we had a chapter in New York, one in Chicago, one in California and England.

STAR was for the street gay people, the street homeless people and anybody that needed help at that time. Marsha and I had always sneaked people into our hotel rooms. Marsha and I decided to get a building. We were trying to get away from the Mafia’s control at the bars.

We got a building at 213 East 2nd Street. Marsha and I just decided it was time to help each other and help our other kids. We fed people and clothed people. We kept the building going. We went out and hustled the streets. We paid the rent.

We didn’t want the kids out in the streets hustling. They would go out and rip off food. There was always food in the house and everyone had fun. It lasted for two or three years.

We would sit there and ask, “Why do we suffer?” As we got more involved into the movements, we said, “Why do we always got to take the brunt of this shit?”

Later on, when the Young Lords [revolutionary Puerto Rican youth group] came about in New York City, I was already in GLF [Gay Liberation Front]. There was a mass demonstration that started in East Harlem in the fall of 1970. The protest was against police repression and we decided to join the demonstration with our STAR banner.

That was one of first times the STAR banner was shown in public, where STAR was present as a group.

I ended up meeting some of the Young Lords that day. I became one of them. Any time they needed any help, I was always there for the Young Lords. It was just the respect they gave us as human beings. They gave us a lot of respect.

It was a fabulous feeling for me to be myself-being part of the Young Lords as a drag queen-and my organization [STAR] being part of the Young Lords.

I met [Black Panther Party leader] Huey Newton at the Peoples’ Revolutionary Convention in Philadelphia in 1971. Huey decided we were part of the revolution-that we were revolutionary people.

I was a radical, a revolutionist. I am still a revolutionist. I was proud to make the road and help change laws and what-not. I was very proud of doing that and proud of what I’m still doing, no matter what it takes.

Today, we have to fight back against the government. We have to fight them back. They’re cutting back Medicaid, cutting back on medicine for people with AIDS. They want to take away from women on welfare and put them into that little work program. They’re going to cut SSI.

Now they’re taking away food stamps. These people who want the cuts-these people are making millions and millions and millions of dollars as CEOs.

Why is the government going to take it away from us? What they’re doing is cutting us back. Why can’t we have a break?

I’m glad I was in the Stonewall riot. I remember when someone threw a Molotov cocktail, I thought: “My god, the revolution is here. The revolution is finally here!”

I always believed that we would have a fight back. I just knew that we would fight back. I just didn’t know it would be that night.

I am proud of myself as being there that night. If I had lost that moment, I would have been kind of hurt because that’s when I saw the world change for me and my people.

Of course, we still got a long way ahead of us.

"

trashprincesss:

gothicle:

Out take from yesterdays shoot. I call it…

"I am a goth in a field, and im pretty fucking happy about it"

Lol this reminds me of goths in trees

  1. Camera: KONICA MINOLTA DYNAX 5D
  2. Aperture: f/5
  3. Exposure: 1/60th
  4. Focal Length: 30mm

callmeclinton:

quierohacercontigo:

you-pick-the-yupik:

Today Texas proved that personhood begins at conception and ends at “It’s a girl!”

lookatthisfuckingcisgender:

rebloggable by request!

So I’m at a certain retail store trying on clothes. I’m just coming out from the woman’s dressing room when the store clerk approaches me and my friend and says, “Excuse me. We have a policy…”

Obviously she is about to challenge me on the dressing room thing.

Anyway, as she talks, I face her and give her a LOOK. She stops, looks me up and down, swallows, and then says, “Never mind.”

As we left the store I suggested to my friend that she noticed my breasts. My friend said, “No, it was the look on your face.”

So I was sexually assaulted again the other night. It was at a queer dance party thing. I was dancing alone as usual, since I’m the only trans gal there, and some other girl comes up and starts dancing with me. She’s pretty cute. Also, she is obviously there with this one butch person. But whatever. Maybe they’re poly. Or just like to dance. Anyway, so I dance with her. She gets close. Fine. We’re dancing. Then she reaches out and pinches my nipples. Then she does it again.

I mean, I don’t do anything. Actually, I guess I sorta don’t mind at the time. She’s cute and no one else is paying attention to me. But it was not consensual. And after a bit I start to feel pretty gross and humiliated. So I bail, go home, and cry.

Someday I sorta hope I find someone who wants to touch me in a not-horrible way.

"I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to say “Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?” You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours."
— SonneillonV (via ghostbeing)

(Source: sonneillonv)

momdiggity:

lanactrlaltdelrey:

remember how perfect this look was

my favorite

Feelings.

(Source: otomeexcentrica)

  1. Camera: DoCoMo P08A
  2. Aperture: f/2.8
  3. Focal Length: 4mm

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Anonymous Asked
QuestionAny chance of another Witch story? You left the last one open ended so I'm hoping that you have something coming soon. However as you say you are in a very different place to when you did most / all of the writing so please please please please let me know if there will be a 3rd story. Sorry, I'm not motivated to create yet another account on another service so I guess this is anonymous, alternatively look for an e-mail from anonymous. asstr from the gmail service. Answer

Hi Anonymous,

Honestly, I really do not know right now. I have no immediate plans of a sequel, but I think the series deserves one. It is some of my better writing (especially The Witch and the Sorceress).

So, yeah, sorry for the non-answer.

Sometimes one finds oneself before a gigantic egg.

  1. Camera: iPhone 5
  2. Aperture: f/2.4
  3. Exposure: 1/120th
  4. Focal Length: 4mm