Please reblog if you wouldn’t act differently around a friend if they came out as bisexual, gay, lesbian, asexual, pansexual, polysexual, or admitted to being trans, agender, genderfluid, or bigender.


I would, though.
I would stop accidentally assuming they’re straight. I would feel safer pointing out cute people around them. I would ask them about their pronouns or their names. I might discuss things with them that I can’t talk about with my straight friends. I would totally change my behavior, to honor their identity and their experiences.




As a child, I learned Death was feared

But I am in part made up of death

From the mane that hangs nappy from my head

To the nails speckled in pink gloss on my hands

Even the skin that clings to the delicate living pieces below it, is dead,

I am a carcass.

I brush and accessorize the dead parts of me

Until others claim them beautiful.

But I am a corpse.

I am death.

And so are they.

And we are lively corpses together.

Decorating our dead parts

And hiding our living.