LBGTQ* Children’s (Picture) Books To Keep On Your Radar
- Oh The Things Mommies Do! What Can Be Better Than Having Two? written by Crystal Tompkins; illustrations by Lindsey Evans (follow their tumblr HERE)
- The Boy Who Cried Fabulous written by Leslea Newman; illustrated by Peter Ferguson
- My Mommy Is A Boy written by Jason Martinez; illustrated by Karen Winchester (*book discussing gender)
- My Two Super Dads written by Bronny Falls and Munsta Vincent
- Pugdog written by Andrea U’Ren (*book discussing gender)
- The Baby Kangaroo Treasure Hunt, A gay parenting story written by Carmen Martinez Jover; illustrated by Rosemary Martinez
- My Princess Boy written by Cheryl Kilodavis ; illustrations by Suzanne DeSimone (*book discussing gender)
- Arwen and Her Two Daddies written by Jarko De Witte van Leeuwen (Translated from Dutch)
- Fairy Tales of the 21st Century written by Bill Carey (retelling of Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella)
- My Uncle’s Wedding written by Eric Ross; illustrations by Tracy K. Green
Melissa Harris-Perry describes herself as “cis” (via “MSNBC Talks To And About Trans People For An Hour, Doesn’t F*ck It Up” on autostraddle)
"There is an expectation that we can talk about sins but no one must be identified as a sinner: newspapers love to describe words or deeds as “racially charged” even in those cases when it would be more honest to say “racist”; we agree that there is rampant misogyny, but misogynists are nowhere to be found; homophobia is a problem but no one is homophobic. One cumulative effect of this policed language is that when someone dares to point out something as obvious as white privilege, it is seen as unduly provocative. Marginalized voices in America have fewer and fewer avenues to speak plainly about what they suffer; the effect of this enforced civility is that those voices are falsified or blocked entirely from the discourse."
I’ve been wanting to make this post for a while, but I’m a lazy fuck.
Basically, does it matter that I want to have sex with everyone and I don’t really care?
Wow, I really don’t know how to say this eloquently, and now I’m thinking out loud, I don’t even feel like editing. straight stream of consciousness, whatever, it’s more genuine
All right, so I would naturally identify as heterosexual, if I really have to identify as anything. But the truth is, I don’t give a fuck about identifying. I can be heterosexual, pansexual, bisexual, asexual, it really doesn’t matter. This is why I admire people in the LGBTQ (PA, what’s the rest?) community, because they fight firmly for their humanity and existence. They have some existential understanding. I’m lost in the wind. The truth is, if I felt strongly about sexuality, I don’t even think I would do anything about it. I just wouldn’t care. I would date/fuck/love whomever, and I wouldn’t bother with the state. However, I do vehemently support everyone else’s freedom (there must be something toxic about being apathetic about one’s own freedom, but maybe this lethargy means I am more free than the government can handle?).
I’ve only ever been in love with men. And I find them attractive. But I find women more attractive. And sensual. And beautiful. And you just want to touch women, you know? I only want to draw women. And I only want to look at pictures of women. And I would sleep with a women and I’ve kissed women and I dream about women and I want to lick a woman’s smooth stomach up to her — oh…
But I’ve only ever been in love with men. I’ve only ever dated men.
And men are sexy and men are protective and men kiss you roughly and men are bigger than me and they make me feel small and alive.
But I think I would date a woman if I fell in love with one. I just never have. They seem more like friends.
But god, a woman…
And the thing is I find everyone beautiful. I don’t understand why. I’ve been head over heels in love with people I don’t even find remotely attractive. And most of the time “hot” people only seem interesting to me in the sense of a painting. I only fall in love with charisma/confidence. But I think everyone is so interesting beautiful regardless of gender or anything, I just want to paint over everyone’s body
I’m confused all the time so I can’t subscribe to any one notion. I’m too free in a sense that is disheartening and interesting at the same time.
It’s both creepy and awesome that I feel the same way from the wanting to draw only women, except I particularly enjoy drawing stereotypically male hands, to feeling small and alive and especially, especially this sense of freedom that seems to have become paralyzing. Ironyyyyy.
"I’m genuinely disturbed by all the straight Republican senators who gushed about their “struggles” with this issue. Their struggles don’t compare to the struggles LGBT people have faced for years to get equal rights. But at least a couple of them did the right thing and today is a proud day."