I’m still trying to understand what it means to be ‘other’. To be gay in a country, in a state that doesn’t approve nor accept someone that looks and acts and loves like me.
Hatred shouldn’t be natural, ignored, or accepted. It should make you physically uncomfortable.
I’m queer, and it’s a badge I wear with pride.
He was proof that androgyny is sexy, that it’s a kind of magic that can captivate everyone, gay or straight, white or black, male or female.
I want to dive head first into the Gay Box, lock myself into it, make a little nest of it, cuddle up in the restrictive warmth of Category.
Caitlyn Jenner is being blasted unnecessarily for stating she wants to be Ted Cruz’s trans ambassador.
I don’t think as a 10-year-old I knew what sexuality was, but I knew Billy and Marcello were outside of the term’s norm. And being that “If I Could Turn Back Time” was on every mixed tape I burned, I knew I probably fell outside of that norm’s perimeters too.
I said I was bisexual and that is all. Why there are so many negative connotations with calling yourself a bisexual eludes me.
Although these are genuine queer theories and readings they are done with some tongue and cheek humour. This is also in no way insinuating that Disney have created and designed these characters with the intention for them to be read this way…maybe.