does anyone remember the time i spent over an hour drawing a comic on paint and it got two notes and i shut down my computer and went to bed angry which is a thing you’re never supposed to do

well i found the comic and now i understand why it only got two notes


this is art

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I was nine years old before I’d heard the word ‘gay’
Some kids were saying it in my class
I remember my teacher, oh my lovely teacher Mr. L
Stood up in front of us and said these very words:
‘Calling someone gay is very mean and cruel’

I asked a girl on my table what ‘it’ meant
She giggled and said ‘you’ll find out next year in sex ed’
I still didn’t know what this ‘gay’ was
but I knew it had to be something bad

and from that moment on, the word ‘gay’ was a taboo
I flinched when I heard it; I was the only one I knew
who could say truthfully in an assembly, years later
when asked to confess who had ever used it as an insult
that I had never. I was far too clever to speak what I assumed to be poison

I don’t remember learning what it meant
but by the age of twelve I had a gay friend
I sat next to him in orchestra and we were good friends
as far as friends go. but I never thought to tell him
that I thought I might like girls. there seemed no possibility
that he would be okay with it, somehow

When we talked together in rehearsal
the conductor used to say ‘stop your ‘romancing’’
There was nothing more that I wanted in the world
than to yell at him ‘you’re wrong, we’re both gay’
but instead I blushed and silenced. I knew then that
the world wasn’t made for people like us.

Every slur I ever heard hurled at me
(and I’ve been called them all)
I would have to ask the person what it meant
I grew up absorbing hatred like it was knowledge,
too naïve to disagree with a word that held no meaning

so I shrugged them off. when a friend called me a dyke
over facebook I looked it up on google. I changed the subject.
Someone called me a f*ggot, and my first thought was
‘that’s the Italian for ‘bassoon’’

Kids like me, who were never told what ‘gay’ means
grow up shrouded in one way glass. They can see in but
I can’t see out, to the world and words around
They can see me, standing here all queer and confused
but I don’t know what that means, so every argument I loose

and I don’t care if you think it will protect your kids
ignorance does fuck all to protect anyone

it means queer kids grow up to hate themselves before they know themselves
and the others have the ammunition to destroy us before we know what they are doing
I accepted that I was poison long before I came out
After all, my favourite teacher ever told me that I was ‘bad’
and that one kid in my class wouldn’t even tell me what ‘gay’ meant

I think that if you had told me I wouldn’t have turned so easily to hate
always scared, too scared to apply these words to myself
I refused to cut the word ‘queer’ into my arm at the age of fourteen
so I wrote it in my wet blood instead because somewhere inside
I hope that it would all go away.

So fuck everyone who denied me the word gay.

They say that the difference between happiness and hatred is knowledge
And even to this day I fail to understand how wrapping kids up in tissue paper does any good
Arm us with words, teach us which words to shield against
Teach us never to accept that we are worth anything less than what we believe

I want queer kids growing up to know more about themselves than
‘he looks like he plays for the other team’
Ditch the innuendo and intrigue and for fuck’s sake
tell your kid what ‘gay’ means.

- 'What 'gay' means'- By Orla Byrne
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i accidentally spilled monster energy drink in my fish bowl and now my goldfish won’t stop saying “bro” and keeps flexing it’s fins

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what pisses me off is when girls are literally sexist towards their own gender. in my civics class we were asked why we never had a female president and all the girls said it was because we pms. wtf? wtf is that shit? and then when girls say that other girls shouldnt participate in no shave november its like? wtf? WHAT THE FUCK?????

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Two drawings of London.

Pen and ink on paper, 2013.

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