(I’m going to show this to my mom, who doesn’t think people can be asexual)
My baby brother’s first girlfriend recently confessed to thinking they were actually a boy. I asked my brother if this bothered him. His response was:
“Well, yeah. If I had have known they were a boy when we were going out, I would have said I had a boyfriend, not a girlfriend.”
He was ten.
The Maceys Parade just had a musical number with drag queens and a rednecks and other folk in high heel knee high boots, all singing about being yourself and equality and that everyone is beautiful. Fucking yes. That makes me happy.