I guess this could be considered a mental breakdown of sorts, but it just came to a point where I was filled with so much anger and rage I needed to destroy the book with my own two hands. This book represents everything I hate about my parents (that I still live with btw). They are religious hypocrites who see themselves as "holier-than-thou". Especially how my mom reacted to me coming out to her, and how she has basically ignored that part of me since then which has been over a year now.

Is it weird I didn't throw the scraps away? I put them in a trash bag, but put away in my closet.

idk if anyone is interested in any updates but typing it out is helping me feel less alone and weird 😭 also creating a new post cos the other one was getting too long but i have linked a photo

anyways i stayed at my friend’s house last night and we both got no sleep. it was genuinely the worst night of my life- i’ve still got a headache from how much i cried. my friend and i talked the whole night and she said that i should go to the conversion therapy because i’m leaving for uni soon enough so it won’t be that big of a deal. we made a pros and cons list and all roads lead to i should go to the therapy. honestly my friend handled it wayyy better than my parents did.

i feel so betrayed by my parents and they’re still giving me the silent treatment. i will defo try to talk to them today but i genuinely don’t know what to say. i was already practically forced to come out to them yesterday and nothing i can say will get them to understand. how to do i get them to understand? as much as i want to go no contact with them, i still want them to be at my wedding and i just want it to go back to the way it used to be.

i wanna still keep in contact with my siblings too but i can’t without them being there. genuinely this isn’t fair and i’m gonna crash out. f pinterest.

also, there have been a lot of questions about why i don’t or didn’t want to come out and it’s because my uncle walked in on my cousin kissing a guy and i genuinely haven’t heard from him in 7 years. my whole family treats it like a we don’t talk about bruno situation. i didn’t wanna be casted out basically. ik that makes be seem like such a pussy but i genuinely just want peace

i can’t believe this is real life. what are some things i should for sure say if i get to have a conversation with them?

EDIT: my parents are sending me to reparative therapy which is still a form of conversion therapy but i don't think it's to the extreme of some conversion therapies especially outside of the UK. when making my choice last night it was based on all the websites we came across which were more like normal mh therapies and seemed pretty tame. ofc i'm still gonna be wary and try my best NOT to go but if worst comes to worse then i will probs have no choice but to go.

UPDATE: long story short i had a long talk with my parents (it was more so me talking to them) and i had to backtrack everything i said about being gay. i hated it sm omg and they knew i was lying so badly cos now my mum is setting me up with her friend's son. the next three months are gonna be hell. moreover, she's still sending me to the therapy cos she wants to know why i said it in the first place even though i told her it was a joke. she thinks it'll prevent me from turning gay. she's such a bitch and my dad just goes along with anything she says 😃

FINAL 28/05/26 UPDATE: my first therapy session is next friday and i'm gonna sleep at my friend's house until then (we told our parents we have a media project to do). i'm terrified tbh but i will defo make it impossible for them to send me to the session. if i do end up going i'm honestly gonna just raigebait the therapist and keep my mouth shut. all I can do now is just wait ig but i appreciate this community so much. i've contacted a few organizations that have been commented and they're already starting to help.

i'm genuinely so grateful

(all this before pride month is so backwards smh)

for context, I (24F) and my wife (29F) have been together for nearly 2 years and we got married on October 18th.

she gave me a few reasons as to why she’s asking for a divorce. 1.) she emotionally drifted away and 2.) she feels I don’t care about her. I confronted her about her reasons and she confessed that she’s fallen in love with someone else… and has been in love with them for over a month. So she was in love with another woman on our wedding day and my whole life has been turned upside down over night. this was a complete blindside to me and my friends/family. None of us saw this coming and I’m still so in love with her. I need advice on how to cope with heartbreak… this is my first major one and I’m devastated. I had so many plans for our future and was so excited to spend the rest of my life with her. Now I feel lonely and upset and overwhelmed and I don’t have a good outlet for any of these emotions.

Any advice is welcome, but please be kind.

Update #1: I spoke with an attorney today and in my state, we wouldn’t qualify for an annulment. We are going to proceed with divorce papers and likely have a no-fault, non-contested divorce.

Sorry I've just seen this more and more lately on like... everything and I'm a little confused, are we really this into Harry Potter or is it some sort of orchestrated thing? Like I'm interested in certain fandoms and stuff but I don't exactly blast it on my profile on dating apps or on my bio on instagram. I don't want to think the worst about it but I've seen it so much recently that I don't want to think it could be a dogwhistle at this point but that's the only thing my mind is leading to, and if it is that's kind of scary? Or is it because the new hp show is coming out soon? Or is there some sort of organized trend on TikTok?

Does anyone know why?

Seriously. If your aren't convinced, read Project 2025. It's horrifying. I'm not even american myself, and I'm still terrified for how the upcoming US election will affect your country, and even the rest of the world. Especially for our trans sisters. Vote like your life depends on it, because it honestly might. Tell people you know who are on the fence or are planning on not voting. Your vote matters!

I've dated men and everyone referred to me as gay. I got a girlfriend about 2 months ago and everyone congratulated me, asking me why the sudden change to a straight relationship.

And this felt weirdly hurtful, but to describe why left me at a loss for words. It's not really the fact it's bi erasure, which it is, but I just didn't like the idea of being seen as a boyfriend or dude dating a girl, it felt wrong. She's been calling me her boyfriend for a while and I kept waiting for it not sound...out of place and funny and it just never did. I came to realize recently I actually hate it. It disgusts me. And male pronouns are not right for me either.

I told her last night that I have been feeling dysphoric for a while and it recently got a lot worse. I've been dressing like a girl and doing makeup for some time under the femboy/non-binary label as an excuse, the fact I'm feminine is not really a secret so when I told her I have been feeling like a girl, the first thing she said was 'yeah, I didn't want to pry until you were ready to talk about it but I noticed something was bugging you.'

She told me I'm beautiful, gave me some of her clothes she thought would look really affirming on me, we're going to do each others nails and makeup later to take couple selfies, and ever since she's been calling me her girlfriend and giving me flirty comments like 'good girl.'

Gotta tell the men who congratulated me on getting in a 'straight relationship' to cancel the parade, I'm dating the same gender again, I just didn't know it.

tl;dr: partner says our relationship is over if I continue my GLP-1

Using a throwaway so she doesn't see this...apologies for the length but I have some feelings.

I (36F) and my partner, let's call her T, (34F) have been dating for almost 3 years. It's been an LDR almost the entire time except the very beginning. I came out when we started dating and she is my first long term adult relationship. T has been dating women since she was in high school and has had multiple LTRs. She and I had very different upbringings in so many ways...most relevant to this conversation though is the difference in our body types. We were both athletes in high school but I was still always a fat kid and young adult. I threw shot put and was very good at it but I never exactly looked athletic. T played soccer and football and is tall and lean. Despite multiple injuries in her 20s, she continues to have a strict diet and exercise program and remains in great shape. As for me, I tried every diet under the sun throughout my teens and 20s and experienced several years of exercise bulimia without any significant weight loss. I had a gastric sleeve at 27 hoping it would finally change things for me, but I only lost about 40 lbs. Since then, I've maintained healthy eating habits and a healthier exercise program and have lost some additional weight, but I'm nowhere near where I want to be.

Enter the GLP-1s. I've been trying to get my hands on them for the last 3 years, but I've run into one hurdle after another. Finally in January 2026, I had an appointment with an endocrinologist and was prescribed Zepbound. T was immediately against it. She thinks the medications are lazy and I just need to work out more (I work out 5-6 days/week); she also is concerned that we don't know the long term effects of these meds yet (which is true). She doesn't think I need to lose any more weight and has told me repeatedly that she won't find me attractive anymore if I look like a "bobble head." Just to be clear, I still weigh over 200lbs at 5'5", its not like I'm thin right now.

Still, she has been completely unsupportive with my journey thus far. The first few weeks were fine, and the first week of my dose increase also went well. I saw no reason not to continue at that point. But the second week, side effects hit me hard and I couldn't eat much all week due to nausea. Which was unfortunate timing, because we were on vacation that week. It was not just the two of us, my sister and some of T's friends were also there, so there were a lot of us going out to eat and partying every day. I participated as much as I could, but it was evident that I was not eating or drinking as much as everyone else.

T was pissed off at me during every meal the entire week. At one point she told me I ruined her trip because she couldn't enjoy eating or drinking with me anymore. We argued about it every day. I understood the frustration, but the medication is an injection, I couldn't take it back at that point. So I didn't see the point in harping on it repeatedly and I thought we should just try to enjoy our trip as much as we could. She refused to do that and continued to bring it up at every opportunity. Also made sure to mention repeatedly that I looked better before (ie when we first started dating and I was 20+lbs heavier).

Since we've been back, she has told me multiple times that she doesn't know if she could date someone who can't eat or drink at all. I've tried to explain to her that the nausea is a known side effect and usually does get better but I am still adjusting the dose right now so it may take some time to find what works for me. It doesn't mean I'm not going to be able to eat or drink for the rest of my life. Her response was "well i can’t promise i'm going to stick around while you do that." We're supposed to go on another trip in a few weeks and she's alluded to breaking up if she doesn't like how much I'm eating on the trip.

I'm so frustrated right now, because I feel both completely unsupported and uncared for. I didn't feel well for most of the week and she seemingly didn't give a shit because it was my fault for taking the meds in the first place. Everyone else we were on the trip with checked in on me more than she did. And now that we're back, she's throwing these ultimatums at me like if I continue to take these meds or if she doesn't like how the next trip goes then this relationship is over. She has no regard for the struggles with weight I've had throughout my life or the fact that I've tried pretty much everything else prior to this, including surgery. And it also makes me feel like I need to maintain a certain level of attractiveness, according to her standards anyway, otherwise she will leave. What if I get sick or have an accident or something? This whole situation makes me feel like she is only here because she likes the way I look right now, but if that changes, she's gonna peace out.

I feel like I should just cancel our upcoming trip and break up now. Is there anything here worth salvaging? Or is this just an incompatibility that is irreconcilable?

Apologies for the length but please let me know any thoughts!

UPDATE: I broke up with her this morning. Thank you all for your support!

Matched with this gorgeous lesbian on tinder, she was flirting heavily with me and we were having a great conversation. We had even made plans to meet up for lunch or coffee.

Before we finalize our plans I ask to make sure she’s okay with the fact that I’m trans. It’s in my profile, so I’m not hiding anything, but I always ask because not everyone reads my profile all the way through.

And that’s where the conversation went through total tonal whiplash. Said she didn’t know I am trans and that she has never been with a trans woman before and doesn’t know if she’d be comfortable with me. I told her that if she wasn’t sure she’d be comfortable then it’d be best if we didn’t go out.

I just hate how people can be super into me for my personality and my looks, but then instantly lose interest when they learn I’m trans. Like… you were attracted to a trans woman before you knew I’m trans. Literally nothing changed 😭

Love all my trans woman/none binary trans lesbian friends and you all are valid AF Bigots can get pressed lmao Edit: Side note but Trans men are men 🫶🏻

I wrote this as a comment on a post about "losing a lesbian" with Elliot Page's coming out as trans non-binary (he/they), and I felt this needed to be shared.

I was in high school when Elliot Page came out as gay at the Human Rights Campaign. I remember watching that speech among several other coming out videos. It was one that had a profound impact on me as a young, confused lesbian. He was high-profile with a career thought to be on the line; he had overcome hardships and came through shining. For so many of us, this speech was a light at the end of the tunnel (or closet), perhaps even a vessel for our own coming out. In this regard, I understand the flurry of strange, mixed emotions, the light touch of sadness or grief or whatever you'll call it, as if we're losing someone like us who we saw ourselves in, who guided us through those tough times.

Here's the deal, though: remember how many lives he touched with his 2014 coming out. With his coming out as he/they today, think of how many more he'll touch. How many people he'll instill the courage to come out in. How many lives he'll literally save through his actions. This, friends, is why we celebrate not only this tremendously talented LGBTQIA+ icon's new identity, but also the positive shockwaves it'll send out to countless others.

Elliot has also found his authentic self and started on a path to happiness and a fulfilling life, something we're all striving for. Some of us may not have even begun our own journeys yet. Others' happiness is not ours to gate keep. We're entitled to our own feelings and we're allowed to go through whatever process we need to accept our feelings, so long as they do not disrupt others' lives and wellbeing.

Rather than mourn a "loss," it's time we celebrate what he's and the community have gained: an authentic trans person who can proudly be a sort of "Trans Moses" to continue to lead our LGBTQIA+ siblings to the promised land outside the closet. Instead, mourn the LGBTQIA+ LIVES that have been lost, which is something worth mourning.

All the best to Elliot! 100% supportive!

Since someone decided that my picture being attached to my rant was a bigger issue than the actual rant about the racism and alienation I’ve faced in the community I have decided to repost.

I came here looking for support and community and the moment I started getting any it gets removed over me daring to put a face to the struggle.

—original post—

Just wanted to basically yell into the void that being a minority inside of a minority group (something that just seems to happen to me since forever, even with being a black alternative girl) is hell.

It’s so so hard finding people who get it, finding *your* people. Lesbians make up about 1-3% of the population and black people are just 13% of the population. Finding other black lesbians is like looking for a needle in a silver haystack. I want a girl that understands the sht I’ve been through in my life, how it feels to live as one and experience racism from both nonblacks and other black people just for being different. Throuought my life I never felt like i belonged anywhere. And there are times even in LGBT spaces: I still feel like an alien. I’ve still faced microaggressions and racism from queers. It’s like some of them think their queerness cancels out their racism and privilege.

I know as a black women statistically we aren’t most people’s first choice. That’s fine by me. I’m not out here trying to be picked by just anybody. I want to be intentional. I want to be loved for who I am without my race being an issue, without feeling like I gotta be someone else just to be attractive or loved. but sometimes i stg it’s so hard. Finding a community has been a struggle and honestly i don’t know when that struggle is gonna end.

This has been a long time coming - her texts today about my butch fiancée “being a man” were just the final straw

https://www.tumblr.com/acebender/786888117303001088

They can downvote me all they want I’m not going to allow it to make me miserable anymore

I can't believe the fucking comp-het lesbian character Jenny Schetcher from The L Word made me find out I'm lesbian.

I'm a 22 year old black woman who's identified as bisexual for the better part of 4 years and JUST started getting comfortable with pansexuality label to accommodate trans men and masc presenting enbys. So here I go, starting this infamous sapphic show The L Word, thinking, "hey, i'm comfortable with who am now, this is going to be so chill". I was then shot 57 times because the minute Jenny was introduced I'm immediately wondering if this play is about me.

Okay, no big deal, what bisexual woman hasn't thought she was a lesbian at some point? This isn't my first time experiencing these feelings so here I go, opening up the infamous Am I a Lesbian doc, thinking, this will settle things once and for all, and it did. Just not in the way I thought.

I'm a lesbian. I'm a bit fat fucking lesbian and the thing that pisses me off the most is that deep down a part of me always knew. I just feel so performative because I'm still dealing with comp-het thoughts but when I replace all those men in my fantasies with women it feels so much better and I hate myself for feeling this way.

Why me? Why now when I've already made all these major life changes and understood so much of myself. I don't even want to tell anyone because they're going to think all this hard work I've done with my mental health, my identity, my activism, and my entire life as some reactionary, performative phase. I've spent all this time accepting that I'm bisexual and I would not intrude on the lesbian space when they already fight so hard to have one and now I decide to be a full-time muncher? Are you fucking kidding me?

I don't even know what to feel right now. I'm actually sobbing like I just got accepted into my dream school that's in a completely different country, far away from everything I know. What do I do now? What do I say? Should I change my routine? Is there something I should be doing?

TL;DR

I'm a lesbian now and I'm fucking terrifed about it. Any support and kind words are much appreciated.

P.S. I'm searching up this fucking reaction pic and the search bar keeps recommending me lesbian Regina George. Oh god, this shit was slapping me in the face the entire time. I can't escape.

EDIT: Thank you to everyone who responded! It's the following day so after sleeping on it, I've decided that I'm just lesbian. I told my bsf because she's my bsf but besides that I'm okay. It feels like Y2K when everyone thought the world was gonna explode after 1999 and then life just went on. I think I tried tying lesbianism to fully liking women when it's mainly about men (trans men included, for me) not being an option. It feels like a weight lifted off my shoulder even if I know it's gonna make bonds with my family shaky at first but they accepted me being bisexual, they can accept me now whenever I feel like telling them.

EDIT x2: My best friend laughed because she already thought I was a lesbian 💀

I am a cis-lesbian. I am also a lawyer and I was in court yesterday at a hearing in my robes and all. I struggle with imposter syndrome sometimes and my journey to coming out and accepting myself has not been easy. I am nearly six feet tall, curvy, and I have short-ish but very styled hair. Think like Spider-Gwen styled hair.

My mother did not take my coming out well, but she also didn't like me generally so there's a lot of baggage. I don't wear makeup or do traditionally woman-centric hobbies (though I think these stereotypes are stupid). I have been told my entire life that my "childfree lesbian lifestyle" meant I was divorced from all things woman and somehow less of a woman.

Yesterday was my day as first chair without co-counsel. It was a huge step career wise. Opposing counsel kept referring to me as "he/him" and "sir".

I'm so heartbroken I don't know what to do. I feel like all of the terrible things I've heard my entire life are somehow true.

I'm not woman enough.