If you are anti-bisexual, anti-pansexual, anti-multisexual, you are anti-queer.
If you are anti-asexual, anti-demisexual, anti-gray-a, you are anti-queer.
If you are anti-aromantic, anti-demiromantic, anti-gray-romantic, you are anti-queer.
If you are anti-transsexual, anti-non-binary, anti-genderqueer, anti-genderfuck, you are anti-queer.
It doesn’t matter if you are queer or not. You cannot stand with some of us; you have to stand with all of us. You cannot be a sometimes-ally or a sometimes-advocate, a sometimes-activist. You are, or you are not. And if you are not, then you are not welcome.
Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up his spirit. And, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks were split;
“Sometimes he chirps when he’s feeling good, and when he’s feeling good sometimes he tries to hit home runs. and when David tries to hit home runs he has zero chance of getting a hit. He’ll hit a ground ball to second every time. So I yell at him, ‘Hey, David, if you don’t hit the ball to left field we’re going to fight’. He kind of looks at me like, ‘Yeah, you’re right. I better hit the ball to left field.’ So then I yell at him and he tightens it up.”—Pedroia on Papi, as told to Verducci (via pedroiaquotebook)