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At this rate, Colbert might actually be held accountable in the near future for making transphobic jokes.

Go trigger warn some shit

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That’s not transphobic, though. He’s making a point that because the LGBT agenda is “barreling forward at full-speed” that the B and T of LGBT is being left behind. Everyone is focusing on the L and the G that there are people who have no idea what the B and T even stand for. He’s not being transphobic or making a slight meant to make fun of or harm the bi and trans* community. He’s making a point that no one is focusing on them because they’re focusing on the lesbian and gay community.

Mother. Fucking. This.

People really need to realize that EVERYTHING Colbert says while on camera is satire.

Satire: The use of humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or vices, particularly in the cotext of a play, novel, fiilm or other works.

He is not making a transphobic joke. He is not honestly saying that bi and trans people do not count/matter/exist. He is making humor in order to shed light on the fact that they are forgotten.

He is doing this to raise fucking awareness that there is more to LGBT than LG. He is raising a big flag that says “Hey, don’t forget about these guys. They count. They matter. Why aren’t you doing anything about them? Why aren’t they discussed?” He is not trying to say “They don’t matter.”

So please stop with the self righteous, self pity, “social justice” comments unless you know what you are talking about.

I do appreciate that Bisexual is matched with bacon. I rather enjoy bacon. 

The sad thing is, I can actually imagine someone putting a trigger warning for cissexism and transphobia if they saw this.

if you seriously look at this guy and think he’s being completely serious about things like this,

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK PAY BETTER ATTENTION TO WHAT HE’S SAYING

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Sometimes I really don’t feel like existing like not in a suicidal way but I just wish there was a way of pausing life so that I could sleep for a few weeks and figure some stuff out and then not have to feel guilty for missing loads of stuff because really no time had passed at all

Omg. This describes me perfectly. I can’t even… wow thank you for writing this. I feel more complete about myself right now. Thank you.

Lovesick

I am truly terrified that she will never take my feelings for her seriously. I told her that I like her more than a friend and it didn’t do anything hinder our friendship, but there are times when I’m not doing anything and all I can think about is her. I’ll miss her even though we’ve never met in person. I’ll crave her touch even though I’ve never felt her arms around me. I’ll hunger for her kisses even though I’ve never tasted her. I’ll long for her sweet whispers in my ear even though I’ve never heard her voice. She is the inspiration for the love of my craft and in being a better person everyday.

I smile thinking about the two of us snuggling on a couch together, watching a movie, comfortable in each other’s skins. I would rest my head on her arm, holding her close as if she would float away if I let go. After feeding each other snacks, I would look forward to following her into the bedroom and prepare myself for her: wash the make u off of my face, brush my hair and teeth, pull on my nightgown, and lather myself with my sugar sweet lotion. We would read an erotic book together, slowly caressing each other from our faces to our legs until I throw the book on the floor and turn out the light, wrapped in each other’s embrace.

Her long chestnut brown hair cascades over my face, soft and silky, brushing against my cheeks. Tongues intertwining, dancing, lips sucking and teeth nipping. My hands caress her back, waist, and finally grope her behind, urging her to continue. Her eyes glisten with happiness and lust; she licks her lips as she smiles down at me as I flash a smile back at her, giggling, still not believing that we’re here together like this. Then she dives for the curve of my neck and kisses me again and again, my body arching against hers.

This is all I ask for, yet I’m pretty sure it will never happen.