Not only was it established there were gay people in existence, since, you know, Dumbledore was not a retconn. To the people who say that, I say go back and read harder, because the subtext is definitely there.

How so?

But this was a choice that the author made, to have all the main/named characters be explicitly straight or ambiguous.

I don't get why Rowling's books specifically get a pass on the requirement to do actual artistic legwork and include things in the writing, and comments such as these discuss them as if all J.K. Rowling is doing is describing a world that already exists and is populated. She created it, and she populated it — so you…

I think there *should* be a certain disapproval of same-sex relationships among the pureblood wizarding class, if only to discourage relationships that wouldn't result in a pureblood child. But maybe it's allowed if the heir has already done their duty.

I know you're not trying to suggest it. You just happen to be.

The tweeter asked about MODERN Hogwarts. Like the Hogwarts of the 21st century. Harry graduated in the '90s. So don't get your hopes up TOO high, lol.

She specifically straight-washed Dumbledore. Or just forgot to elaborate on the most important relationship in his backstory, while pretty much every other major and minor character had their heterosexuality confirmed.

I feel like this is a cop-out. I mean, you could say the same thing about Middle Earth. "Oh, sure. There were tons of LGBT characters. You just never see them!"

There were no LGBT students there - this is one thing I hate, Word of Gay from an author. We saw no LGBT people in the books, there were no LGBT characters there - retconning in a hypothetical LGBT character is a terrible cop-out. I'm assuming that JK Rowling's straight, cisgender privilege stopped her INCLUDING any…

Aw, man, I thought the next big beauty trend was gonna be officially divorcing spray tans from even pretending they look like a human skin tone.

I think tomorrow's "thanksgiving" with the in-laws will be my worst.

One Thanksgiving, my teeth were just starting to come in. I was miserable and crying. My material grandmother, a lovely and tiny woman from Ireland, decided the best thing for me was to rub whiskey on my gums. Unfortunately, she didn't realize my paternal grandfather, an ex-Navy Italian from Queens, was doing the same…

This reminds me of my wonderful niece, who, at the age of 4, was explained the reason why Christians celebrate Christmas.

"He's dead. Dead people don't get to have birthdays. This is pointless".

Isabella is secretly a wine-drunk, super jaded thirtysomething. At least she tried.

I've heard people do stuff like this before and it just never appealed to me. I never even thought to do it. Whenever I play a game that gives me a choice, and especially in an RPG, I always base my in-game behavior on what I would do in real life in that same situation. I still remember how bad I felt when I…