Posts tagged THIS
my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired
Here is the thing, okay? Coming into a feminist conversation with, “Have you considered that sometimes women acquire free drinks at bars?” is like walking into graduate school during Philosophy finals and saying, “Have you considered that the color blue that I see may not be the color blue that you see?”
Imagine you are the guy who just walked into that Philosophy class and laid that shit down. Imagine the class full of students who have worked very hard and committed themselves and sacrificed to be here, students who have spent several years of their lives learning about this subject. Imagine now their feelings when you go to the head of the classroom with a smirk on your face and demand the professor give you an A for effort. Imagine now that they think you are a douchebag asshole, because they do, and because you are. You are a douchebag asshole because you are obviously so self-centered, arrogant, and completely ignorant of the world around you, that you thought you could walk into a high-level course with no background and no work and say something profoundly simplistic and totally unrelated and also everybody should congratulate you for having done this thing, so brave, so provocative.
[….]
You are not asking us a real question. You are simply illustrating, for all to see, your own ignorance. You are saying, “I have not considered the implications of the question I have just asked. I have not taken the time nor effort nor commitment to sit down and ask myself this question. Instead, I have come into your philosophy classroom/office/feminist blog and shat out my question with a smirk, because I believe that my two seconds of thought are worth more than your long-term analysis, because I believe I am worth more.”
(Source: raxn, via luminosiity)
V Magazine
(via kyliebear)
every time someone tries to wedge some str8s into the lgbtq “community,” they always make it so painfully obvious that the only thing that comes to mind when they think of us is sex. “it should include anyone who doesn’t have sex in the missionary position with the lights off in a house with a white picket fence blah blah blah!”
no, because who we are is not defined by the kind of sex we have (or don’t have!). our experiences are not defined by our sex, which is as varied as str8 sex. our difference, what sets us apart and what str8s revile so much, is so much more than how we fuck. it’s not how or where or how many or when - it’s who, and it’s not just sex. it’s who we love, who we prioritize, who we build lives and families with, and YES who we have sex with. but we are not just sex. and we are not hated and murdered and rejected and assaulted and oppressed just because of the way we have sex.
and how dare you people continue to reduce us to the sex you think we’re having?
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You were unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.
(Source: larmoyante, via mostnotedposts)
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
(via vinegarsweets)
When I see couples out to dinner on Valentines Day
i can’t even explain how much it angers me when young queers have no interest in listening to the experiences of older queers or learning any queer history
especially since it’s generally white gay men complaining that learning about the work of queer and trans* woc would be boring
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When you feel perpetually unmotivated, you start questioning your existence in an unhealthy way; everything becomes a pseudo intellectual question you have no interest in responding whatsoever. This whole process becomes your very skin and it does not merely affect you; it actually defines you. So, you see yourself as a shadowy figure unworthy of developing interest, unworthy of wondering about the world - profoundly unworthy in every sense and deeply absent in your very presence.
*grabs fist full of antidepressants in a fit of panic, dread, & recognition* (via ink-and-vanillin)
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- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
- The clothes you wear also don’t determine your sexual orientation
- The only thing that clothes determine is whether or not you are naked.
(Source: frederickengels, via veggielezzyfemmie)
Even though she grew up playing football, shooting hoops and running races against all the boys in her neighborhood, U.S. 800-meter champion Alysia Montano never wanted to be thought of as one of them.
As a result, she started wearing a flower behind her right ear to remind the boys they were getting beat by a girl.
“The flower to me means strength with femininity. I think that a lot of people say things like you run like a girl. That doesn’t mean you have to run soft or you have to run dainty. It means that you’re strong.”
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collect from clark kent: I do have to get this off my chest though:
I’m hearing a lot of people talking about female-assigned-at-birth (FAAB) privilege in queer communities. This is not a thing. For it to be a thing, it would have to be a privilege in most or all contexts, all other things being equal. Cis straight women would have to be…
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chin up, kiddo: depression is the worst because it’s all in your head, but it’s not,...
depression is the worst because it’s all in your head, but it’s not, because the chemicals in your head get all messed up, and then your body does too, and you can’t sleep, and your weight starts doing weird stuff, and you feel tired all the time. and the only way out of it is through your head…
(Source: debrouiller, via girlwhodroppedit)
