#LGBT

158 posts
  • intheoblivion 20h

    Girl best friends' conversation

    "So like what restores your faith in humanity?"

    "Boy love dramas."

    *thinks* "I can see your point."

    ©intheoblivion

  • beautiful_deathx 1w

    she steps onto the scale
    dreading the number that'll meet her eyes

    'perfect' the white lettering stands out against the black painted screen

    wide smile
    she just loves her girlfriend sometimes.
    ©beautiful_deathx

  • samudrika 2w

    They stabbed him with their words.
    Over and over, time and again ;
    Because he fell in love with a man.
    But love was an anaesthetic for it had numbed his senses.


    ©Samudrika

  • beautiful_deathx 3w

    "Never let anyone define who you are.
    Always be what you want to be."
    A mother told her son.

    His
    mother's words
    he held
    so dear.

    "I'm proud to be a woman.", she said,
    10 years later
    no fear.

    The mother too wiped off a prideful tear.
    ©beautiful_deathx

  • intheoblivion 3w

    Queer Life

    Mom: You're not gonna marry a Muslim guy.

    Sarcastic me thinking: So it's a yes for a Muslim girl then.

    ©intheoblivion

  • demariah 4d

    Ruins // She Thinks Outside the Box Series
    ~ Demariah

    #ruins #ruin #flame #fire #light #love #lgbt #spilledink #shethinksoutsidethebox #demariah

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    And when the walls are
    crumbling around us,
    We will not be ruined.
    Instead, we will rise
    out of the dust
    like a flame
    kindling in the ashes,
    and grow into a burning,
    yet beautiful, light.


    ©demariah

  • demariah 4w

    "He loves me, he loves me not :
    Such a childish game,
    I'm keeping the petals I've got".
    Every time was the same,
    no man could find the spot
    in my wild heart to tame.
    My flower wilted, forgot
    how to love. Until a dame
    kissed my lips and shot
    the rose in my heart aflame
    and the stem in a love knot



    ©demariah

  • anybee 4w

    I think this everyday...

    I was once told by my homophobic grandparents, "Men and women were meant to be wed, therefore they can produce children."

    My response happened to be, "Plenty of straight couples decide they don't want children."

    They told me, "Changing your gender is wrong; transgender people are just crying out for desperate attention. You are designated to one gender or the other. The choice is made for you, and it's not right to change it."

    I responded with, "The choice is made for them because they aren't able to make the choice for themselves. When I was a baby, I didn't have the choice of whether or not I wanted to cut my hair, because I wasn't able to tell them what I wanted; I didn't know. But now I can choose whether I want to cut my hair or not; if a person doesn't like a decision made for them, they can change it."

    They asked me, "Are you really standing up for the sinners of this world?"

    I told them, "I stand up for those people because I'm one of them."

    They spent the next hour yelling, "Bad, bad devil!" at me, telling me I was possessed and was going to Hell.

  • feelings_xx 4w

    Love is love. No matter what is the gender, color, creed, race, sexual orientation, caste.

    Spread love. Support #lgbtq+ community. Because we all are humans.

    #spreadlove #pod #love #tragic #lgbt #loveislove #readwriteunite #writersnetwork
    @writersofmirakee @the_allured_penmanship @readwriteunite @reposter24 @mirakeeworld @mirakeeans @dailyrepost

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    "I'm in love with her..."

    "As a friend ?"

    Looked into his eyes and said,

    "As her lover.."


    ©feelings_xx

  • nyceserrano 4w

    Love
    has
    no
    gender.

    Take
    whoever
    loves
    you.

  • karanbharadwaj 5w

    Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein ek khayal aata hai,
    Ke mein Mirakee delete kar dun but phir woh khayal chala jaata hai...

    Qki agar Mirakee delete kar diya toh apne baare mein duniya ko kaise bataunga aur apni crush ko kaise pataunga
    ������
    ©karanbharadwaj

  • intheoblivion 6w

    Her breasts are constantly looking for freedom between being binded and being uncovered.

    ©intheoblivion

  • azhanmohammed 6w

    I'm a Human too

    Can for once you don't deny our right to love,
    Love whosoever we want to,
    Can for once, you stop judging us, judging our choices,
    Aren't we humans too,
    Don't we have the same rights as you?
    Can for once you stop ranting about it being a sin,
    You're no perfect either, no one is,
    Maybe that's why we search for someone who completes us,
    Is it wrong that the person who completes me is of the same gender as I am?
    Is it wrong that I love him with all my heart and soul?
    Am I wrong, if my definition of love doesn't match with yours,
    Maybe no one ever knows what love is,
    Maybe it's too complicated to understand it's true meaning,
    That's why I need your help, I need you to understand that,
    My love isn't a crime, it's the same as yours,
    My personality isn't to be defined by the words Gay or Lesbian,
    Why does it even matter if I'm gay, lesbain or straight?
    Why is it that people judge me on the basis of my sexuality,
    Judge me on the choice of people I like,
    Why is it that they're too heartless to understand my situation,
    It's too easy to pass comments, too easy to laugh on others,
    I wish they could place themselves in my shoes,
    So that they felt the pain I feel,
    Doesn't the Constitution of India guarantee
    Justice to all it's citizens,
    Liberty of thought, expression and faith,
    Yet it's too ironical that I can't think about marrying the guy I love,
    I can't ever express my love for him, not even privately
    And having faith, that's more of a joke now,
    The people we elected in the elections are the one's who don't stand by us, how can we expect the common people to,
    It says that it assures dignity to all the citizens of India,
    So tell me are we not Indians or do you don't count us as humans,
    I swear to my Lord that when I die,
    I'd tell him about all of his people,
    How they tormented us during this short span of our life,
    Is it too bad to love a human, too bad to love someone of my own kind?
    I may be a gay and I am happy to accept it publicly,
    Does that ever change the fact that the God who created you, created me too,
    Telling me that I'm wrong is defying God,
    Doesn't that makes you sinful too?
    It doesn't matter who we're or who we love,
    Cause I was born in the same way as you,
    And when we die, we've to go to the same God,
    Cause I'm a human too.

    ©azhanmohammed

  • francisfernandes 7w

    Him And Him

    He sacrificed his happiness for his.
    He made a hole in his existence in return.
    He opened up to him like he was the light to his book.
    He hid himself from him behind a novel of deceiving faces.

    He poured himself out to him till he was empty.
    He drained it all from him into the gutters.
    He placed his heart into his hands trusting he would never drop it.
    He let it fall to pieces so that he could catch another one.

    He is now devastated without him.
    He is basking in his ecstacy.
    He is a lost soul now that he's gone.
    He has found the light to his then empty street.

    ©francisfernandes

  • francisfernandes 7w

    His care seemed very real. Little did I know it was all an illusion.

    ©francisfernandes

  • intheoblivion 7w

    I know two people of the same gender can have a healthy, deep, meaningful, platonic relationship but I have a dirty gay mind.

    ©intheoblivion

  • francisfernandes 7w

    I'm Human Too

    I'm no outcast.
    I'm no different from you.
    I have the right to love who I want to love.
    I'm human too.

    Why do you wish for my death?
    Why don't I have the same rights as you do?
    Why do you say that I'll burn in hell?
    I'm human too.

    I deserve to love and be loved.
    God created me the same way He created you.
    I deserve my share of love and equality.
    I'm human too.

    Why is my love a crime while your love is not?
    No one is perfect, neither are you. God alone is perfect, He never makes mistakes. I'm human too.

    Why does it matter whether I'm gay, lesbian or straight?
    Am I not a creation of God too?
    Telling me I'm wrong, you are defying God.
    I'm human too.

    It doesn't matter whether you are rich or poor.
    I was born the same way as you.
    We'll all go to the same God after we die.
    I'm human too.

    - by Francis Fernandes


    ©francisfernandes

  • nehaali_97 7w

    Excerpt from a longer poem I'm working on
    #categories #lgbt #human

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    Why does my sex define my gender and what do they both have to do with my sexuality?
    How do the above three in anyways define my entire personality?
    I understand the need for the human brain to create categories and binaries
    But the next time it rushes to do that, remember we are not defined objects - we are subjective, very human beings
    ©nehaali_97

  • notsoarjun 7w

    Pride

    As they reached the doorway, Avi leaned in for a kiss. Sam faced the other way, the last thing he needed was to touch him, let alone kiss him. The fight couldn’t end in a kiss, it couldn’t end in a hug either. A silent nod? A storm out? There was no possible “good ending” to what had just happened.

    As Sam turned his kiss away, Avi stayed close to his face for what seemed like minutes, but in reality, just a few seconds, milliseconds even. He lifted his right hand and held Sam’s chin tightly, forcing him to look at him. The resistance seemed to feed the emotion. The hold got tighter. His neatly trimmed thumbnail found a way to pierce Sam’s right cheek. That’s going to leave a mark.

    Sam moved backward, trying to pull away, until the back of his head hit the wall. Again, the resistance fed the emotion. Avi's hand found its way to Sam’s neck from his chin. He leaned in, making sure Sam couldn't turn away, he kissed his lips, breathing him in.

    Sam’s hands trying to untangle the chokehold only made it tighter. His veins popping, his feet trembling, he couldn’t breathe. The thought that began with ‘What kind of a man am I if I don’t fight back’ turned into the most basic thought of survival: ‘If I submit, it’ll be over and he’ll be gone in a few seconds’, until the strength of the chokehold and the lack of oxygen triggered his body into taking control over his mind and fighting back. His hands pushed, his legs kicked.

    When the primal need to survive became stronger than a moment of uncontrollable anger, Avi pulled away. Sam was trying to catch his breath, coughing, sweating. His coughs mumbled.

    Avi just stood there, the anger seemed to have taken over by regret.

    ‘I don’t like it when you turn me down ok? Please don’t make me do this again. You know how much I love you.’, he said.

    Sam was still coughing, trying to breathe in-between.

    ‘Look what you are making me do! And today of all days.’

    Sam finally could catch a long breath that could fill his lungs, but his throat was in pain.

    ‘It’s just... I feel like you don’t love me as much as I love you, sometimes.’

    Sam could breathe normally now, he just needed to do something about his throat.

    ‘How about we start over? We’ll go out to dinner tomorrow after the march, or maybe a movie? Like our first date.’

    Sam thought about what he could do to hide the scar on his cheek and the marks on his neck, left by the chokehold.

    ‘Come on, love. We have to make this work. I love you. It’s us against the world, remember? Our first pride... Walking it together, your hand in mine..?’

    Sam could come up with some funny story about the scar on the cheek, he had a cat after all, but the neck had to be hidden. A scarf? He’s not a scarf guy. Turtleneck? Hoodie? It’s summer.

    ‘We have to show them. Our parents, our friends, every single one of them who called us disgusting. Everyone who cut us out of their lives because we chose to love each other.’

    A couple of days off from work, Sam thought. That’s the only solution. Once the marks on the neck go away, he could go back. He should probably call in sick. It’s the dengue season, anyway.

    ‘It’s bigger than us, love. All these little things, these little fights... We can’t afford it. We need to stand strong. We need to hold onto each other and tell them we aren’t afraid. No matter who is in power or what the supreme court says. We can’t let them hurt us. We need to stand together.’

    There were no leaves left, though and Sam’s boss had been on his back about missing deadlines.

    ‘It’s about the pride, love. I am proud of who I am. I just want you to be proud of who you are, proud of who we are to each other.’

    His mind rushing back to the moment, Sam finally looked at Avi. The face was the same. It was the same sparkle he thought was something he could look at forever. It was the same smile he thought he could defend against anything. It was those same warm fingers that were then entwined around his fingers, and now his neck.

    The regret in Avi's eyes was painful to look at. He ran his fingers through Sam’s hair, brushing the back of his hand against the cut on his cheek. Sam stifled an urge to flinch.

    With all the strength he could gather, he smiled.

    ‘Alright, let me go help them with some placards, you take the night for yourself.. binge on some TV shows?’

    Sam nodded.

    ‘I’ll pick you up at 9. We’ll go to the march from here. And hey, don’t forget, rainbow socks!’

    He nodded again with a smile. Avi kissed him softly before he walked out the door.

    Sam closed the door pressing his hand against his right shoulder, the stitches from the last fight broke and so did what’s left of his pride.
    ©notsoarjun

  • intheoblivion 7w

    Flirting

    "Are you sure? Because you don't look straight."

    "That's...... a first! And why don't I look straight?"

    "You're just too cool to be straight."

    ©intheoblivion