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My spouse is Muslim and intersex (but has also identified as trans in the past). It really, really depends on the person. I’ve found that other Muslims seems to accept however you’re presenting. My spouse wears hijab and I’m a cisgender woman who dresses femme, so the Muslims we know see us as a lesbian couple. If

“gold”. once again, you nailed it. and i AM so sorry for you and your son going through the ‘ordeal’ one has no idea how much of a thick skin they have and then all of a sudden something ruptures it and it’s like a dam spillage. gold is the right term.

I just read your other comment on this thread and you pretty much nailed it. I’ve experienced the same scenarios and it’s sad and awkward at the same time. My 12 year old had a group of boys at school follow him around the playground recently asking him “are you ISIS?” While laughing and throwing pieces of bark at

Please keep doing that. Smile, say hello, ask how they are doing... As a Muslim woman I can tell you we appreciate that act more than you know. I’ve only had a few instances of someone saying something nasty to me in public but lately what I notice more is people looking away. They pull away and look away and the vibe

Is there a Who Can Be The Worst contest going on that nobody told me about? It would explain sooo much.

In Korean, between women who are close, it is very very common (I’d say part of what’s considered polite communication) to refer to each other as “unnie” or “yeodeonsaeng” (언니 and 여동생 respectively, in case you wanted to Google). Both these words translate directly to English as “sister”. I don’t know what happened,

<3 it.

Oh hell fucking no! What a fucking disaster!!

He’s got a girlfriend now, so I assume she enjoys the taste.

What an ice-cream cone dick. That’s going to be my new go-to insult.

This was perfectly written. High five. And also, ah, what a guy, AMIRITE LADIES

Unfriend that fucker.

This is why I’m so thankful there’s a 7 year age gap between my sister and I. We have never been in a state of competition. We never attended the same school at the same time, never had to worry about having crushes on the same guys (unless you count Justin Timberlake), never even ran in the same social circles.

Your brother is a diiiiiiiicckkkk.

I like to call this one “Culture Clash”.

Both the holiday and the embarrassing come at the end of this story.

Mutually inebriated “because we were there” sex with a friend. Might have gone much better if we hadn’t been next door to a couple that screamed and argued. Or either one of us had gotten off. Or if either one of us remembered it all the next morning. Or if it hadn’t made things super fuckin awkward between us.

That was so damn funny.

Alex and I thank you ;)

Same. I remember I got A’s every semester in High School in every subject EXCEPT Math. It was always a C (once or twice a D... which is technically still passing) and my mother would bitch about it. I mean I still had a good GPA since some of those A’s were in AP classes too... but she just couldn’t understand that I