Here is a complete list of the people who can decide if someone is LGBTQ+:
1. The person themselves
My roommates boyfriend is a cis male business student who is still figuring out the whole "having a trans partner" thing. He struggles with the whole they/them thing but we don't really mind because the boy is clearly trying is heart out, and we all appreciate that.
He recently told me that he puts "nonbinary" on his insurance forms because, and I quote "they give you a lower premium if you're not a man."
He thought it was funny in a "I found a fun insurance loophole that I shall share with these be-prononed folks!" Kinda way.
I was losing my shit because this cis man is literally Transgender for insurance reasons.
Also I have absolutely zero idea if being nonbinary actually gets you lower premiums but he told me that was true and thats funny enough for me.
[Image: tags that say, "#what do you identify as? #insurance fraud". End description]
we justifiably give Biden a lot of shit but I think "at least 3" is the funniest possible response to some right wing dipshit asking you how many genders there are
wait it gets better
Embarrassing your children in public speedrun, any percent.
Based on this image
The girls are exeeerrrcising
My 15yo would like his cat to be internet famous. So. Y'all know what to do, yeah?!
Feel free to repost. He's hoping to see it in unexpected places!
The introductory “Hate” monologue from I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream, with AM voiced by the TikTok TTS
This is one of my favorite monologues in all of fiction, and I think the voice legitimately, unironically adds to the experience. With the modern connotation we now have surrounding this voice of faux cheeriness, machine generated empathy, machine generated “humanity”, to hear that voice declare utter despisal of life on earth for damning it… its poetry. It’s the only remake of I Have No Mouth we need.
Sneha Solanki ‘The Lovers’
Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.
A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.
[ID: Two computers facing each other, connected to one another, on rectangular platforms. The room is backlit in red. End ID.]
Anti-queer legislation has me feeling things.
