Oregon Coast

Oregon, USA | by Jesse Estes

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I genuinely apologize for how I looked in middle school

and high school

and now

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I think I know what’s on your mind
A couple words, a great divide

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my sexuality is girls all the time and boys if they’re famous, almost offensively beautiful and completely unattainable so i can attach all my impossible ideals to them and never have to have anything to do with them irl

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“Johnnie Phelps, a woman sergeant in the army, thought, “There was a tolerance for lesbianism if they needed you. The battalion I was in was probably about ninety-seven percent lesbian.”
Sergeant Phelps worked for General Eisenhower. Four decades after Eisenhower had defeated the Axis powers, Phelps recalled an extraordinary event. One day, the general told her, “I’m giving you an order to ferret those lesbians out. We’re going to get rid of them.”
“I looked at him and then I looked at his secretary who was standing next to me, and I said, ‘Well, sir, if the general pleases, sir, I’ll be happy to do this investigation for you. But you have to know that the first name on the list will be mine.’ “
“And he was kind of taken aback a bit. And then this women standing next to me said, ‘Sir, if the General pleases, you must be aware that Sergeant Phelp’s name may be second, but mine will be first.”
“Then I looked at him, and said, ‘Sir, you’re right. They’re lesbians in the WAC battalion. And if the general is prepared to replace all the file clerks, all the section commanders, all the drivers-every woman in the WAC detachment-and there were about nine hundred and eighty something of us-then I’ll be happy to make that list. But I think the general should be aware that among those women are the most highly decorated women in the war. There have been no cases of illegal pregnancy. There have been no cases of AWOL. There have been no cases of misconduct. And as a matter of fact, every six months since we’ve been here, the general has awarded us a commendation for meritorious conduct.”
“And he said, ‘Forget the order.’””
The Gay Metropolis, page 47, Charles Kaiser (via bibliothekara)

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a few quick reminders:

- that thing you did that was kind of embarrassing and weird, everyone else forgot about that already

- you look fine today, if you can’t notice something on your face standing 6 feet from a mirror then nobody else will either

- if something is out of your…


( ̄▽ ̄)ノ - we don’t talk but hi~

(●⌒∇⌒●) - you fab, senpai

(◕‿◕✿) - you’re cute

o(╥﹏╥)o - you make me nervous

(´ε` )♡ - i want to kiss you

ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ - i want to hug you

ヾ(-_-;) - you’re annoying

(>д<) - why won’t you notice me???

(¬д¬。) - i don’t like you, go away

(*´ェ`*) - i’m too shy to talk to you…

(´・ω・`) - ((anything you want to say/ask))

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Hyrule Warriors → Zelda

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As a lesbian I have always been hyper conscious of my physical presence around my close straight female friends.

I have this internal conception that in order to maintain very close platonic female friendships I have to be very restrictive of my physical nature so as to not make my friends uncomfortable. Hyperaware and over-critical at all times. And because female friends are my preference for friends, this leaves me in a near constant state of touch restriction and deprivation

This has consequently expanded to encompass most all of my physical expression. I’m fearful of playful, friendly, and platonic touch, and this fear leaks into my romantic life by making romantic touch (the only touch I permit myself) seem high stakes and tumultuous.

Has anyone else experienced this?

I meant to respond to this for a while, but in short: Yes. Even though I’m out for quite some time now I’m always conscious of my physical presence around straight female friends. I have some cool straight friends and they have demonstrated on multiple occasions that they do not think of me differently than they do of each other, but still that nagging feeling to make myself un-threatening is there. 

For me this definitely comes from the many occasions on which straight girls have used my sexual orientation against me, spread rumors, tried to make it look like I’m a pervert, or were obviously irked by my presence, etc. 

That really hurt my self-esteem and it just won’t go away. Especially dressing room situations are a struggle, even though I’m old enough to have old enough friends who do not care.

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If I’m your tumblr crush, send me $50.

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browsing the sephora website and silently crying into my latte


send hELP

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