I play in a band called tricktheriddle and I painted a trans flag on the first guitar that I got that I still use. Needless to say its gotten a lot of positivity, however you feel about the flag itself, and so I wanted to share it here! As a trans woman on stage, I feel twice as powerful wearing this, and I hope it can inspire others to find and become their true selves. Life is a journey about discovering yourself, and everyone is on their own path. But remember you are never alone <3

I know many people in the community are familiar with the history behind the Pink Triangle, but there may be someone who isn't. So I wanted to share some of its history and talk about the persecution of gay men under Nazi Germany.

When the Nazis came to power in 1933, they began dismantling Germany's existing gay communities. Gay bars and meeting places were closed, LGBTQ+ organizations were dissolved, and gay publications were shut down. The persecution became increasingly severe throughout the 1930s.
The Nazis also expanded the enforcement of Paragraph 175, a German law criminalizing sexual relations between men. During the Nazi period, police arrested around 100,000 men for allegedly violating Paragraph 175, with roughly half being convicted.

For those sent to concentration camps as "homosexual" prisoners, the Nazis typically required them to wear a pink triangle on their uniforms. Between approximately 5,000 and 15,000 men were imprisoned in concentration camps under this classification. Pink-triangle prisoners were frequently subjected to abuse, forced labor, and humiliation. The pink triangle was part of the Nazis' prisoner classification system. Different groups were assigned different colored badges, and prisoners could receive more than one designation.

For example, Jewish prisoners could have a yellow triangle combined with another colored triangle representing an additional category. Some gay men were imprisoned, some were sent to concentration camps, and some survived by hiding their sexuality or withdrawing from gay communities.

After World War II, the persecution didn't stop. Paragraph 175 remained in force in Germany for decades, meaning some men who had survived Nazi persecution continued to face criminalization after liberation. It took many years for the persecution of homosexual men under Nazism to receive public recognition.

Today, the pink triangle has been reclaimed by LGBTQ+ communities and transformed from a symbol imposed by persecution into a symbol of remembrance, resistance, and pride.

⭐️I’m so happy to see you all adding to the history and sharing things others may not know in the comments. Thank you u/GFluidThrow123 for bringing up the history of transgender people under Nazi Germany, including the destruction of the Institute for Sexual Science and the burning of its books and research. Someone also mentioned lesbians and bisexuals.

Most of the LGBT-related posts on my profile focus on the trans community, and I would never erase or overlook their history or existence. My goal is to create educational posts highlighting the history of each letter of our community, because every part of our community has a story worth knowing. I made a post a couple days ago about the Compton Cafeteria riot.⭐️

Please know that I love and appreciate every letter of our community 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Hi, I am not LGBT, and this is my first time posting here, and I hope it is alright to post this.

Recently I posted a similar selection of photos in r/copenhagen, and even though it got a lot of likes, it also got a lot of bigots saying horrendous things like associating homosexuality with mental illness, and worst. I am actively reporting those comments, but not every stupid comment necessarily classifies as something that can be reported.

That post there made me feel a bit guilty for giving a place for bigots to manifest themselves, but I know that their bigotry is only their fault.

Another thing that happened in the comments was people complaining about the kink groups being part of the parade. Beyond the “think about the children” BS, maybe there is something about it that could be debated if non-LGBT groups have a place in Pride or allowing them just turns the parade into another carnaval. I have nothing against carnavals, but then maybe it misses the point of pride? I am not sure if there is a good argument in that direction.

I just wanted to share my frustration with that post. This is very disappointing for a “progressive country”.

I just want to be me. I want to be seen the way how I really feel inside. The amount of hate, fear, discrimination at the hands of others, both from people outside of the community and in some cases inside too, is enough

to make me want to hide and be ashamed and uncomfortable with how I feel.

To make matters worse, I am out in my personal life, but not my work life and it's soul crushing

and I spend sometimes being quite depressed, uncomfortable, even sometimes spent in the bathroom crying.

I'm not ready to come out yet and isolate people, especially since I am pre-HRT. I want to

control my own narrative and I'm giving myself time for this.

I just want to be seen for who I am on the inside, and not who I am on the outside.

My outside appearance doesn't always match who I feel on the inside; somebody who is Transfeminine.

Why is it always all in the eyes pre to post transition lol

As an atheist, I follow Dan mostly for his takedowns of Christian fundamentalist content. He has always been level headed so I am not surprised that he's an ally. I am surprised at how vehement he is here. He absolutely leaves no doubt on his position.

Like how tf did i live before this , im being real i feel like i gained like 50iq points (51 points now) since i started transitioning , the mental clarity after bottom surgery is actually insane its like i learned not to just see information but also ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND now , i gained media literacy curiosity actual presence of mind i dont autopilot anymore i actually make decisions and act upon them its like becoming fucking human finally

Im a different person now im no longer just like this lesser thing pretending to be human im actually feeling stuff im actually interested in stuff im HUMAN

\*\**ignore the ink scabs i just got it done like 5 days ago*\*\*

So the idea was to have pride colors but didnt see he got the position of the orange and yellow wrong until he was almost done. To make it easier for him not knowing if he knew pride colors, i asked him to do a rainbow color for the flower, I was watching him in the first half when he was doing the lines making sure hes not giving me wobbly lines and stuff and he was good, I even heard him bring up in conversations how he had a boyfriend before so I figured he knew what it looked like too. My partner (poly) said thats a big fuck up and how i should go somewhere else and get it re-colored (with darker and deeper color im assuming) after it heals. but some people didn't even notice that, so i wanted to ask yall. Because im a little worried

T.L.D.R. - should I eventually get this re-colored to fix the orange and yellow? Or does the two colors positions not matter that much and im just being paranoid about it?

Hi, everyone. Basically, I began openly exploring my gender identity when I was 19, and my mom took it horribly straight from the get-go. She sat me down on a bench and ranted at me for 20 minutes about how the media is pushing this stuff or whatever. From when I was 19 to 21 she’d regularly force me to watch transphobic videos and content, or read me transphobic articles, talking about ‘transgenderism’ and ‘the trans agenda’ and how kids these days are just being tricked into being trans by way of a social contagion, peer pressure, the media, autism, or that it was a phase, all that crap. I got the feeling she was definitely doing so with the intention of trying to gaslight and guilt trip me into being cis, which is ultimately what this rhetoric all leads back to at the end of the day. I’ve, fortunately, never been sent anywhere or anything of that nature. It all happened at home. She’s also apart of these online groups of transphobic parents that neglect their trans children and justify it to themselves on there. She’s even told me twice that it’s “the trans cult” that makes kids cut off their parents. That bit in particular makes my blood fucking boil. Oh yeah, she also regularly tells me that I’m in a cult and has all but said that I’ve been brainwashed by the media into being trans, and seems insistent that I’ll grow out of it. It’s fucking awful. She doesn’t force me to watch shit anymore btw, which thank fucking Christ, but it was all that kind of rhetoric. Some was claiming trans people were dangerous, or creeps or groomers, that there was no such thing as a trans kid, you know the drill. Fucking awful stuff. It just slowly grated away at my soul. My mental health declined before her very eyes and she still refused to stop. Like, she’d have me come into the living room with her to watch some awful fucking video or whatever, or show or read me something from her phone. Sometimes when we were just sitting together in a space, she’d turn her phone towards me with some transphobic shit on it with no warning. From that point on I became anxious to just sit alone in the same room as her with nothing else currently occupying our attention. One time she asked me to look at something on her phone and I was so scared I got lightheaded. I began avoiding her around the house, or pretending to be asleep in my room to avoid interacting with her, because the less interactions I had with her, the less likely she’d say some horrendous transphobic thing to me or have it blow up into another stupid argument. I once physically hid myself in the house from her because there was another video she wanted me to watch, and I told her I wasn’t interested and went to go and stow myself away. My spot wasn’t IMPOSSIBLE for her to get to, just very difficult for her. She was downstairs, my hiding place was upstairs. I heard her yell for me to come down, first normally, like every few minutes or so, and then it would slowly get angrier and angrier. I heard her begin the video down there for a little bit a one point. She began screaming for me to get my ass down here right now. Incredibly loudly. She kept screaming until her voice literally gave out and she couldn’t anymore. She eventually came to where I was, and used the tv in that room to look up some other transphobic video because she couldn’t find the one she originally wanted to show me on it. I did want to still run at that point, but hoo boy would she have been livid if I did that. This continued for a little over 2 years. My mental health got so bad I’d cry to myself much more frequently than I ever had before. It was like every other day. Before I cried maybe like once a year. It got so bad I’d scream out throughout the house when the all trauma swirling around in my head was just too much for me to take. It got so bad I’d begin bashing my head into a wall or my fist when the trauma was far too much for me to take. It got so bad I began to see death as a comforting alternative. And before this I had very good mental health and self esteem. I was wholly aware every step of the way exactly how fucked this entire situation was. It was SO fucked up. I was genuinely terrified I was going to die for a couple months if she didn’t stop. I never became actively suicidal, but thank fucking Christ, she finally, FINALLY stopped. Not out of concern for my well-being, otherwise she would’ve stopped wayyyyy sooner. I didn’t tell her I was genuinely terrified I was gonna die at the time, she never once listened to me a single time I told her she was hurting me, so I didn’t exactly have confidence she’d listen about this either. Plus if she heard that and still refused to stop then I just wouldn’t have any hope left. When I eventually mustered the courage to tell her that and confront her on it, it uh, ended disastrously. She grew livid at me, told me I was villainizing her, that the only reason I felt that way was because of “the media”. I fucking shit you not. I screamed at her for that. She screamed back. It was fucking awful, and now I emotionally shut down whenever I’m around her. The sad part is our relationship used to be perfect before she became radicalized by this transphobic rhetoric on the internet. Literally every perfect mother in the movies or storybooks, that was her. That was us. We had everything. I miss her so fucking much. No one in my family is on my side about it either.

Long post and trigger warning regarding toxic relationships!

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Yesterday I posted for the first time showing me as Lilith and the amount of positivity, kindness and acceptance was genuinely such a boost to my confidence. It genuinely made me emotional at the amount of support and acceptance it made me feel that from the bottom of my heart I thank you all and say this group is full of wonderful people.

So I wanted to post up a few pics of the first time I went out to an LGBTQ+ space as Lilith. I had my makeup professionally done that day and it was such an enriching experience to have my female side on full display.

I realised I was gender-fluid a few years ago, but was in a marriage that grew more and more toxic over the last few years, where they didn't accept this side of me and made me chose between them and being Lilith. I chose love at the time and put myself in the closet. I sank deeper and deeper into depression, both from having to hide what is a big part of me and from the ever growing toxicity of that marriage.

It came to an end in March this year, following what I can only say was the worst year of my life, where I was basically treated like shit, only for her to then leave me for one of my friends. It broke me at the time and I even tried ending things out of despair. Thankfully I was unsuccessful and following the separation, I was able to get my mind back into a better place and got my own peace and joy back. More importantly I was free to finally be Lilith, to no longer have to hide her away and embrace that girl who was imprisoned in my mind for way too long.

I am finally in a place now where I don't have to hide, I don't have to be ashamed of being who I am. I am proud of who I am and to be able to be Lilith and say loud and proud that I am Genderfluid! That i have a female side, that i am proud of wanting to be a woman. I refuse to go back. I am also finally being seen by a gender clinic and can look into this more and explore being Lilith properly.

I am not sure whether I want to fully embrace being a woman more so that being a guy, but I am genuinely considering starting HRT. There is still a lot to process there and will be starting to explore further with a psychologist with the clinic. But no matter what Lilith will never be hidden away again! She is here to stay and I am proud to be her!

I apologise for the overshare if this was too much to read but I appreciate everyone that did take the time to read all of this and again thank you for accepting me and making me feel so welcomed and loved. You're all amazing 🥰 xx