I find it sooooo funny (aka annoying) that straight people will never truly understand the real goals of the gay community
Like they think all we want is to be treated like everyone else. To not be ostracized for being who we are. And they’re right.
But then they take this goal they think we have and somehow in their tiny Het brains it translates to “they want to be seen as straight people, they want to conform, they want gay to become a meaningless label”
So then ally culture becomes “I don’t see gay people as any different, I don’t care about sexuality, the only difference between us is who we love etc.”
And they completely miss the point that we loooove being gay. We love pride, we love talking about our sexuality and how it affects us (if we’re safe to do so) we love having a sense of community and belonging.
What’s gross about this mindset is it stems from the fact that straights cannot even fathom treating gay people like their equals without erasing our identity and forcing us to conform. “I don’t care about your sexuality, I still love you” is false allyship, and in the long term does more harm than good. What gay people truly want is “I see your sexuality, I recognize that your struggles and goals are different than mine, and I’m still going to treat you like a human and give you the rights you deserve”
If you can’t see me as your equal while also recognizing that I’m a lesbian, you are not an ally.
First Impression
Backstory: It was my very first D&D game. Everyone was level 1 and even our DM wasn’t very experienced. Things didn’t turn out great for everybody.
DM: So, that takes out [Rogue]. The Kobold celebrates it’s victory, and… Who’s turn is next?
Me, a Wizard: Uh, I think it’s just me left alive. I’ll try to heal [Rogue].
(The spell fails)
DM: Okay, so the Kobold rolls to attack you…
(He rolls a nat 1, plus also being frightened earning him a disadvantage)
DM: He tries to grab his knife and ends up slicing up his side, killing him instantly. You win.
Rogue: Great job, now take us to the hospital.
I’m just… So sorry I couldn’t save him [our warlock].
–- Our paladin, while laughing uncontrollably with the rest of the party.
In addition, said deceased warlock’s will: “In the event of my death, all of my gold goes to … None of you, because you are all fucking assholes”
Surprisingly enough, the warlock wasn’t happy with the party when he was resurrected as a troll and no one would give him his stuff back. Oops.
(via yourplayersaidwhat)
Via Shit My Players Say“I’m Chaotic good, as long as I get butt. I don’t give a FUCK where it comes from.”
-Dragonborn Druid
I’m the rock
I’m the laughing Ryan Gosling cause I would know in my heart that I wasn’t one of the three cause I ain’t even study
I’d like to roll to scream into the deep abyss.
– Our bard before she NAT 20’s the abyss to be somewhat afraid of her. (via yourplayersaidwhat) Via Shit My Players Say
Trust me, I’m a paladin
Context: Me(Dragonborn paladin), a halfling rogue who talks as, and insists he’s Skeletor, and a Swedish dwarf barbarian who changes sexualities after suffering lightning damage and is now currently pan, just saved a smaller than usual goblin from three bugbears. After he provides us with some much needed info, is renamed Beastman by Skeletors demand, and told to sit in the corner and not listen to the conversation till he’s called, the following ensues.
Me(IC): So what shall we do with Beastman?
Skeletor: I want to keep him…as my pet. Can I keep him, oh please may I keep him?
Bjornen(IC with Swedish accent) I am fine with that.
Me: So long as you keep him away from Bjornen.
Bjornen: What? Just because I already threatened to tie him up and kill him? Fuck off.
Skeletor: Young Beastman, uncover your ears!
DM: He cannot hear you as he is still holding his hands over his ears and plugging them with bugbear fur.
Skeletor(ooc): I go to poke Beastman lightly.
DM: he shivers at your touch and holds his ears tighter and tries to shrink into the corner of the room.
Bjornen(ooc): I tear his hands away from his ears.
DM: Beastman looks to the rogue terrified and doesn’t look away from him.
Skeletor: Fear not young Beastman, I won’t hurt you and I shall not let this creature(Bjornen) anywhere near you. You shall come with us as our companion.
DM(ooc): Are you being sincere?
Skeletor(ooc) Yes.
DM: Roll a persuasion check.
(Rolls a 3)
DM: He looks real doubtful at the whole “not hurting me” thing.
Me(IC): Beastman, my friend is being truthful and honest. Trust me, I am a paladin.
Beast man: Paladins killed my mother…
Me: Oh…
Skeletor(ooc): The D&D equivalent of “Its okay, I’m a cop”
Bjornen(ooc): I bludgeon him unconscious and tie him up. Now Skeletor has his pet.
