not liking my feed today so here’s some pics of me at pride to remind you that…
TRANS MEN ARE MEN 🏳️⚧️
TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN 🏳️⚧️
TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS 🌎
i love bring me the horizon
i love bring me the horizon
i love bring me the horizon
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i love bring me the horizon
i love bring me the horizon
i love bring me the horizon
i love bring me the horizon
i love bring me the horizon
i love bring me the horizon
clearing my account of filth.
FUCK INCEST
FUCK PEDOS
FUCK AI USERS
FUCK ISRAEL
FUCK RIGHT WINGERS
FUCK RACISTS
FUCK LOLI/SHOTACONS
FUCK HOMOPHOBES
FUCK TRANSPHOBES
FUCK ZOOPHILES
FUCK ICE
FUCK NAZIS
FUCK PROSHIPPERS
IF U SUPPORT OR U'RE PART OF IT THEN FK OFF MY ACCOUNT BITCH.
I was born in 1961 too.
And this version of the past is a myth.
Kids did have food allergies we just didn’t have the science to name them.
I lost a brother before he was two because medicine didn’t yet understand what allergy killed him.
Trans kids didn’t “not exist.”
They hid. They were shamed. Many never survived adolescence.
Violence didn’t start with social media.
Bullying, racism, misogyny, and abuse were simply normalized and ignored.
Families didn’t stay together because things were better
they stayed together because women and children had fewer choices.
And no, it wasn’t just “Merry Christmas.”
We said Happy Holidays. Season’s Greetings. Yuletide.
Nobody lost their mind. Nobody felt threatened. We just… lived.
I rode buses and subways too
they weren’t magically safer.
We just didn’t talk about what happened on them.
What really changed wasn’t people.
It was visibility.
Data replaced denial.
Voices replaced silence.
And accountability replaced nostalgia.
The past wasn’t safer.
It was quieter because suffering had nowhere to go.
I don’t want a time machine.
I want a future where we stop confusing silence with peace.
Stop being such a boomer.