It’s Like Watching A Car Repeatedly Drive Straight Into A Wall. It’s Unexplainable, It Looks Like

I had a nightmare last night.

I was a reporter.

lgbt music about

sapphic spotify playlist / mlm spotify playlist

best friends

bestie by sizzy rocket

boyfriend by tegan and sara

hmu by spacegirl gemmy

iilwmbf by salen

jenny by studio killers

kari equals hottie by the dollyrots

no kings by the total bettys

sleepover by hayley kiyoko

two little girls by ani difranco

breakups - wlw 

0108 by nakala

always this way by laura marling

bad at love by halsey

come on in my kitchen by larkin poe

conversations by lauren sanderson 

cruise freestyle by nakala

curious by hayley kiyoko

deleted you by be steadwell

good girl by domo wilson

in my blood by ji nilson

let me go by be steadwell

like me by chely wright

me & her by heavens to betsy 

new girl by be steadwell

now i’m all messed up by tegan & sara

she’s not you by grace petrie

strangers by halsey

talia by king princess 

breakups - mlm

better off just friends by pansy division

closure by ieuan

fighting for by brendan maclean

glenview by pansy division

it doesnt matter to him by john grant 

ramona by ieuan

stephen by brayton bowman

straight boy by shamir 

the day u left me by ieuan

too much to ask by pansy division

bisexuality

b.i.g by caitlyn scarlett

bad at love by halsey

bi by alicia champion

bi by alizee 

bi by living colour

bisexual by grlwood 

blinders by phem

boys by maris

boys/girls by torrey mercer

do not disturb by halestorm

gettin’ bi by crazy ex gf cast

girls/girls/boys by panic! at the disco

i do both jay and jane by postman

i wanna bf with a car by kate nash

in or out by ani difranco

not myself tonight by christina aguilera 

pretty boys and pretty girls-book of love

swings both ways by robbie williams 

cheating - wlw 

all the girls love alice by emeli sande

boyfriend by marika hackman

girlfriend by kitty

greatness by jen foster

i kissed a girl by jill sobule

cheating - mlm

all american boy by steve grand

billy brown by mika

deadahh by lil ph*g

girlfriend by mnek

i kissed a boy by jupither

im still your f*g by broken social scene 

life lovers by pansy division

to be alone with you by sufjan stevens 

christmas 

12 gays of christmas-bubba love sponge

a dirty gay christmas-jonny mcgovern

homo christmas by pansy division

i saw daddy kissing santa-rupaul

itsa very queer christmas-erin mckeown

river by sam smith

rudy the big booty reindeer-big freedia

santa baby by rupaul

santa is a gay man-big freedia

crushes & love - wlw 

all day and all of the night - kate nash

and then she kissed me by st. vincent

aquafina by cj run

beautiful girl by sophie b. hawkins

boys aside by sofya wang

bwu by tegan and sara 

california friends by the regrettes

cardigan sweater by jasmine kennedy

caroline by girlyman

cherry by rina sawayama

come what may by daisy o’connor

daisy by zedd

girl by the internet

hometown by maddie ross 

honey by kehlani

i love you, sadie by wyvern lingo

if it isnt her by ani difranco

know your name by mary lambert

mad about the girl by valerie june

marian by julian weldon

marry me by tender forever

proud by ji nilson

radiant warmth by miki ratsula

rebel girl by bikini kill

red by miki ratsula

runway by kodie shane 

she by jen foster

she says by ani difranco

she keeps me warm by mary lambert

sing to her by kodie shane

sunshine by grace petrie

watercolor roses by ness nite

wild by molly burch

with a girl like you by thao & the get down stay down

crushes & love - mlm

all american boy by steve grand 

american boyfriend by kevin abstract

and i love him by benjamin gibbard

caramel by john grant 

denny by pansy division

garden boy by boy blue 

handsome man by matt alber

hold each other by a great big world

i met a man by romanovsky and phillips

just some guy by anthony rapp

love came along by pansy division

mannequin by leon markcus

michael by franz ferdinand 

my guy by kele okereke 

too beautiful by pansy division

two men in love by the irrepresibles

what a beautiful day by brett every 

gay & lesbian culture 

bears by tom goss

blue collar sex kitten-lauren ruth ward

boys wear pink by todrick hall

butch in the streets by tribe 8

closet femme by kate reid

drag king bar by bitch and animal

dyke bars never last by sapphic lasers

elderly lesbians by sara renberg

everyone is gay by a great big world

femme bitch top by tribe 8

gay bash by melange lavonne

gay parenting by melange lavonne

gay sex by be steadwell

girls like girls by hayley kiyoko

i can be a lesbian by judy small

i don’t do boys by elektra

i’ll never want a bf by bec sandridge

influenced by queers by judy small

lesbian chic by judy small

lgbt by lowell

lgbt by rupaul

like boys by hyphen hyphen

qda by god is my co-pilot

queer by frankie simone

queer for you by the degenerettes

the chapstick lesbian song by cassendre xavier 

the ellen page by partner

only dyke at the open mic-kate reid

the only gay person by sara renberg

the queer song by two nice girls

twinkie twinkie little star-pansy division

twinks by matt fishel

vaccines made me gay by grlwood

war paint by frankie simone 

homophobia & coming out 

american boyfriend by kevin abstract

apple pie by todrick hall

becoming myself by domo wilson

behind closed doors by matt fishel

boys in the street by greg holden

checking out your babe by tribe 8

compulsive liar by ezra furman

dumb by todrick hall

feminist housewives-bitch and animal

forbidden by todrick hall

g.d.m.m.l. grls by tyler glenn

gay thoughts by the growlers 

gay sex by be steadwell

heaven sent by parker millsap

hold your hand by nicolette forte

homo song by mara levi

lezbophobia by tribe 8

love is love by naz & ella

love is love by starley

married in london by janis ian

miserable america by kevin abstract

not worth hiding by alex the astronaut

pride by grace petrie

radio friendly pop song by matt fishel

she keeps me warm by mary lambert

since when are you gay? by childbirth 

some of my best friends-pansy division

thats so gay by pansy division

the village by wrabel

this is me by jen foster

whats expected of you-lipstick homicide

who wears the pants?? by soko

you can’t pray the gay away-laura bell bundy

pining - wlw

1950 by king princess

better anyway by lauren sanderson

boyfriend by marika hackman

boyfriend by tegan and sara

carrie (i want a girl) by moaning lisa

done deal by grace petrie

explosion by zolita

flirting with her by sir babygirl

girls by girl in red

girlfriend by kitty

girlfriend by ria mae

i need a woman to love by kesha

i wanna bf with a car by kate nash

i want her by blind fury

i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red 

jenny by studio killers

jessie’s girl by mary lambert

pretty girls by sequin sally

sister by kate nash

sleepover by hayley kiyoko

pining - mlm

boys that dance by ieuan

girl crush by harry styles

good guys by mika 

good wife by mika 

guy.exe by superfruit

him by geo louis

homie lova friend by anye elite 

i love you by woodkid

i really wanted you by pansy division

i wanna boi by pwr bttm

i wanted him by lontalius

im the friend by pansy division

my heart aches for you by pansy division

need a man blues by bronski beat

preppy boy by john grant 

the art teacher by rufus wainwright

the man i love by chester lockhart

sex - wlw

bestie by sizzy rocket

bitches by tove lo

boinked the bride by ember swift 

box by siya

dive by tiffany gouche

dreamboat by mirah

flowers for anna by ames

girls by beatrice eli

hefner by tana mongeau

holy by king princess

i didnt just kiss her by jen foster

kissing pink by kodie shane

lick it by god-des & she

pussy mine by bella thorne 

pynk by janelle monae 

sweet girl by nicole dollanganger

tangerine by cj run

true love cafe by nicole dollanganger 

sex - mlm

20 years of cock by pansy division

beercan boy by pansy division

bloom by troye sivan

chanel by frank ocean

daddy by sakima

dick of death by pansy division

groovy underwear by pansy division

he’s got his mothers hips-john grant 

he’s trippi by sakima

i lost my innocence by ezra furman

iced out dick by lil ph*g

its just a job by pansy division

james bondage by pansy division

new pleasures by pansy division

rachbottomoff by pansy division

seventeen by troye sivan

snug slacks by john grant 

t.h.u.g (trade) by todrick hall

tease by tyra b 

the cocksucker club by pansy division

tinted windows by pansy division

wet by anye elite

transitioning & dysphoria

a guy named joe by joe stevens

boy in a dress by namoli brennet

daughter by ryan cassata

daughterson by joe stevens

dysphoria by saint wellesley

f*gette by athens boys choir

ftm at the dmv by schmekel

genderless by jonesin and the hurt

genderqueer love song by schmekel 

girl or boy by dani shay

my lgbt story by itsbambii

new men with old man names-schmekel

second puberty by jake edwards

sex:male;gender:whatever-human kitten

tell me a story by skylar kergil

the village by wrabel

trans is love by marissa kay

trans punx by size of sadness

transgender dysphoria blues-against me 

true trans soul rebel by against me 

they/them/theirs by worriers

you cant tell me by jake edwards

youth

carla williams kissed me-jamie anderson

compulsive liar by ezra furman

diplomats son by vampire weekend

first time he kissed a boy by kadie elder

grace by jamie anderson

i lost my innocence by ezra furman

kiss the boy by keiynan lonsdale

loners by maddie ross

mr, peterson by perfume genius

pat me on the ass by pansy division

room by palehound

seventeen by troye sivan

seventeen by kevin abstract

son of a preacher man by tom goss

the art teacher by rufus wainwright

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This is mesmerizing to watch.

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Dudes in 18th century would b like “if u don’t respond to my marriage proposal by next winter I’m going to enlist in the war and die .”

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WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

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Princess Kaguya of the Moon

so while i was in japan i stumbled upon a pop up alien and space museum/art gallery (if you can’t find a thing in tokyo, it probably doesn’t exist) and there were these gorgeous feudal paintings of the tale of the bamboo cutter and it’s a very good story but

what if

it went

a little

differently?

kaguya is the princess of the moon. she is a young child, gangly thin limbs and a plump mouth permanently set in a stubborn pout. she is a beautiful child, even by the moon’s standards, with her cold opal eyes and hair the same deep black as the void of space. she is an unruly, irritable child. she runs from the priestesses who attempt to teach her her duties, and steps on the feet of little princes from far away stars that her parents parade in front of her. she can’t be soothed by sweets, by soft toys, by pretty songs. she is a being of constant want, and nothing in the whole of space seems to satisfy her.

kaguya does not love the moon as she should. she does not find beauty in it’s silvery, iridescent ground, nor in the pools beneath its surface that glint like mercury. she finds her citizens stuffy and annoying, and all the people from the stars think they’re better than them just because they shine a little brighter. it makes kaguya cross – the sun shines brightest of all, and the only beings that still reside on it is a great monster of a dragon that no one dares cross.

the priestesses try to entice her to learn this portion of her duties at least, but she runs from them and plugs her ears and does not listen. there are times when the sun and moon cross paths, and when they do the great dragon of the sun attempts to gobble them up whole. it is only by praying to the god tsukuyomi and erecting a barrier that the royal family can protect their home from the sun dragon.

it is kaguya’s most sacred duty, and she has no interest in it.

she’s simultaneously bored by her home and insulted when others find it lacking, and this contrary rational might be distressing to the logic of an adult, but kaguya is not an adult. she is a child, and being contrary is her prerogative.

she is walking through in the courtyard behind a palace when a shooting star passes her by, then circles back again. it’s s such a little thing, it must have been traveling for a very long time, because it’s burned down so it’s only about half as big as kaguya. this means the star is very old. “child,” the falling star says, voice ancient and crackling, “why are you sad?”

“i am not sad,” she answers, but as soon as she says that she knows it’s a lie, and tears prick at her eyes. “i am always lonely, though i am surrounded by people. i am always bored, though there are many things to entertain me. i am always angry, though there is nothing wrong. i am sad because i am a piece that does not fit.”

“maybe you are simply a piece that belongs to a different puzzle,” the falling star says, “come, climb onto me, and i will i take you somewhere new.”

“will it be better?” she asks.

if a falling star could shrug this one would, but it can’t so it doesn’t. “it will be different.”

different sounds better to kaguya. she agrees, not bothering to say goodbye to her parents or her people, does not take one last look at the beauty of the moon’s surface. instead she climbs onto the falling star, her skin thick enough that she does not feel its burn, and rides it all the way down, until it is a star no longer and only a falling rock, until she goes tumbling onto a whole new planet, and as she falls she thinks that this new planet looks very green.

~

there is an old man called taketori no okina. he lives alone in a great bamboo field, and every day he wakes up at dawn and cuts bamboo until dusk, then he goes home and eats and sleeps and wakes up in the morning to do it all again. when he was a young man, taketori no okina fell in love with a samurai who had laughter lines around his mouth and strong hands, who taught him how to wield blades with a strength and skill that could cut down the strongest soldiers. but taketori no okina only uses it to harvest bamboo. the samurai was engaged to the daughter of a respectable family, and so he left. he left his village not long after the samurai, unable to be there alone in the place where they used to be together.  taketori no okina’s heart was so full of love for his samurai that he could not bear to love another, and so he never did.

he is awoken in the middle of the night by a bang that shakes his home and nearly deafens him. he stumbles outside, and a couple miles into his field he sees smoke. he goes running for it, concerns about fire and war – they’re in a time of peace now, but they weren’t always – rushing through his mind as he stumbles through. when he reaches the source, it’s to find his bamboo flattened in a ten foot wide circle and a little girl lying in the center. he falls to his knees beside her and carefully picks her up, cradling her in his arms. she’s pale, like she doesn’t spend enough time in the sun, and has long black hair. her thin chest rises and falls with her deep breaths, and he is relieved that she’s alive. “little girl,” he says, “you must wake up and tell me if you are all right.”

she opens her eyes, two pearls set in her delicate face. “i am well,” she says, and smiles at him. she curls into him, setting her head against his chest, “you are warm. i will stay with you, for you are warm and have a kind face.”

she falls asleep once more, a hand clutching something laying across her stomach and her other hand fisted into his robe. taketori no okina looks at this little girl and feels his heart expand, until it’s straining against his rib cage. he loves his samurai as much as he always has, but now his heart is bigger. it’s made room so he can fill it with love for this little girl, and so he does.

he carries her to his home and settles her into his bed. it’s a small bed, meant only for one, and she is a little thing, but he does not wish to crowd her, so takes the floor. tomorrow he will build her a bed and take her to market and show her the hot springs near the mountain. for now he falls asleep listening to her soft breathing with a smile.

the next morning he wakes up to her sitting on the floor by his side, running her fingers over a pockmarked stone. “what is that?”

“it is all that is left of my friend. she was once a great star but she fell, as all great stars must. she carried me here because i was sad. but now i am sad that she is gone.”

“that’s all right,” taketori no okina says, and she blinks down at him. no one had ever told her that it was okay that she was sad before. “she was very special, so we must put her in a very special place.”

he gets up and builds a ledge across the window with a platform just big enough for the stone to fit. he lifts her up so that she can set what’s left of her friend on it herself. “now she can see you and sky she came from at the same time, and you will always be able to see her.”

“she cannot see anything anymore,” she says, but she likes the idea of it, the sentiment. she feels less sad at her loss now, although she can’t say why, since nothing has changed.

once he has set her back on her feet she looks up at him and says, “i am kaguya. what shall i call you?”

“they call me taketori no okina,” he pushes a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, “you may call me whatever you like.”

she wrinkles her nose at that name. it is too long, and too formal. if she is to call him that, then he might as well call her princess kaguya, and she might as well not have left the moon at all. “i will call you oyaji,” she declares, and it’s not a term she’d used even with her father on the moon, but for this old man who built her a shelf and carried her home and had large, rough hands that touch her gently, she thinks it fits.

~

kaguya quite likes the new planet and her new father. he is man who’s spent a lifetime working and doing little else. he has a tidy savings that he cheerfully depletes on her; he buys her colorful kimonos for her to wear when he walks her to market, and functional kosodes for the days she spends playing in the river and darting through the bamboo forests. he tells her stories at night, of his samurai, of the emperor, and when he exhausts his reservoir of stories about this land, he tells her the tales of other ones – the fire-rats of china, the buddha of india, and when he even those run out he tells her of dragons, of a magical island called horai.

she loves these stories, and she loves him. there are days when she is sad and cross, and on those days oyaji kisses her forehead and tucks the blanket around her shoulder and brings her something spicy from the market for dinner. oyaji just lets her be sad or angry when she wants to be, and because of that kaguya finds that now she gets sad less and less, that more often than not she’s …. happy.

she notices the special care oyaji takes when he talks of samurai, and sees the strength and power in his limbs when he cuts bamboo, and decides she would like to be strong like the samurai in his stories, like oyaji is himself. so she asks and asks, and he’s worried that it’s too dangerous for her. but oyaji loves her like she’s his own flesh and blood, and is unable to deny her anything.

kaguya grows up. she grows up on stories of far off lands and magic, she grows up on warm, simple food made by someone who loves her, she grows up learning to wield blades with the same brute efficiency as oyaji. kaguya grows up beautiful. her skin is darker now that she dances in the sun’s rays, her hair is long and fine, and her eyes are as they’ve always been – pale and beautiful, small versions of the moon she was born on. she moves with a steadied grace that only a deadly woman can master and has the whipcord strength of body from days working in the bamboo fields alongside her father, but all the delicate features of the princess she was born as.

they were left alone when she was a child, when oyaji took her hand and guided her to meat stalls and cloth sellers and bought sparkly combs for her to wear in her hair. but kaguya is a child no longer. she is a young woman, and tales of her beauty spread far and wide. just as when she was a child and princes from far off stars came to court her, now princes come from far off lands. as a child she stepped on their feet, and as a woman she wishes to take her shiny blades and cut them from navel to neck. but she is not a princess here, she is the poor daughter of a poor bamboo cutter, and must act accordingly. she can’t go slicing up arrogant suitors who believe they are entitled to her, no matter how much she would like to.

the most persistent are five princes from lands far from here. she requests a betrothal gift from each of them, and says she will marry the first to return.

from the first prince, she requests the stone begging bowl of buddha.

from the second prince, she requests a jeweled branch from horai.

from the third prince, she requests a fire-rat robe.

from the fourth prince, she requests a cowry shell born of swallows.

from the fifth prince, she requests a colored jewel from a dragon’s neck.

off they go to fulfill her impossible requests, and kaguya rests easy knowing that they will not return, or if they do they will return empty handed.

but this is not the end.

Keep reading

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Well out of the blue I just remembered today the time I accidentally joined the cast of a production of The Princess Bride….in the middle of the production.

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