1. 14:40 18th Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from riptidepublishing

    (Source: adamantblue)

     
  2. 11:52

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    Reblogged from dduane

    image: Download

    wickedlydeeper:

gallifreywaits:

senselessrose:

grimdarkthroes:

riningear:

stfurapeculture:

augustayc:

braiker:

Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?

Really seriously flabbergasted and concerned about this.

This is terrifying and very important.

I thought this would be some sort of extreme shit or parody but 

holy shit 

I started giggling because the sheer horror I felt looking at this meant I either broke down or laughed

Holy shit

This is terrifying.

Happy FUCKING Passover >:(

D:

    wickedlydeeper:

    gallifreywaits:

    senselessrose:

    grimdarkthroes:

    riningear:

    stfurapeculture:

    augustayc:

    braiker:

    Are you fucking kidding me? Did we all just wake up in 1938?

    Really seriously flabbergasted and concerned about this.

    This is terrifying and very important.

    I thought this would be some sort of extreme shit or parody but 

    image

    holy shit 

    I started giggling because the sheer horror I felt looking at this meant I either broke down or laughed

    Holy shit

    This is terrifying.

    Happy FUCKING Passover >:(

    D:

     
  3. 10:56

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    Reblogged from hohoeminomirai

    Reblog if this is true for your blog

    six-foot-two-phanchild:

    aganetah45:

    image

    I waited to reblog til i saw asexual. Thank youuu

    (Source: platinevenator)

     
  4. 16:32 17th Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from wecametoseetheocean

    On Periods: Let’s put this shit to bed right now: Women don’t lose their minds when they have period-related irritability. It doesn’t lower their ability to reason; it lowers their patience and, hence, tolerance for bullshit. If an issue comes up a lot during “that time of the month,” that doesn’t mean she only cares about it once a month; it means she’s bothered by it all the time and lacks the capacity, once a month, to shove it down and bury it beneath six gulps of willful silence.
    — 

    Shakesville: Feminism 101 (via andotherdoublemeanings)

    BOOM

    (via lagertha-lodbrok)

    THANK YOU

    oh this is SO FREAKING SPOT ON

    (via giant-pancakes)

     
  5. 10:56

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    Reblogged from d3athm3adow

    When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.

    Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”

    When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.

    Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”

    I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.

    She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”

    “Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”

    He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”

    Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”

    When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”

    Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”

    Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.

    He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.

    Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.

    Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.

    One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.

    I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”

    Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.

    It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.

    It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.

    It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.

    There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.

    I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend.

    — 

    By telling the oppressed that their anger is unjustified, you allow the oppression to continue. I know it’s hard to stay calm. I know it’s scary. But you’re coming from the safe place and they aren’t. Just please … Try to be more understanding. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

    EVERYBODY READ THIS. RIGHT NOW.

    (via miriamforster)

    Don’t forget the fear. Anger is easier than fear.

    (via delilahsdawson)

    Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis.

     
  6. 22:08 16th Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from naamahdarling

    If you are a woman who holds and expresses strong opinions, particularly online, you’ll be able to relate to this — the unceasing demand from men for us to present them with academic studies to back up our points. Now, not for a second am I denigrating the importance of using hard evidence in an argument, or the citing of one’s sources. Yet, when men are constantly asking women — and only women — for sources during casual conversation, and in a challenging, sneering manner at that, something else is certainly at work here, and it isn’t simply a passion for academic rigour.
    — 

    The disbelieving of women - Blog - The F-Word

    This also applies to anyone in the minority who is constantly having people, who are not in their minority group, ask for academic studies to prove the value of their lived experiences. (via sexgenderbody)

    (Source: brutereason)

     
  7. 14:40 15th Apr 2014

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    Reblogged from thenonbinarysafespace

    nannairb:

    thenonbinarysafespace:

    loveslovedwilllove :
    Really the only people who can’t use femme are nonqueer people


    This is a better answer for you anon!

    Really quick interjection here!

    "Femme" is a french word and has a few different meanings.

    The first is literally french for “woman”. The…

    "Femme", as well as being French for "woman", is also French for "wife".

     
  8. 13:44

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    Reblogged from rosalaine

    blackfemalescientist:

becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys:

atomic-glitter:

boneswolf:

norcumi:

ladiesplusjunk:

that’s how you make armor for women, no bullshit boob cups.

Just beautiful.

want

Boob cups must be the most uncomfortable things on earth… What the hell are you supposed to do when one of your boobs slips out? Let’s say you inhale or move your chest somehow so your breasts get free from the cup and end up clipped on the edge?? You can’t even pull them like you can when your bra gets all screwed up! Like who wants to wear that while they’re fighting monsters and shit?

I hit reblog so hard I may have sprained my finger

Boob cups are even worse than that. Because they curve around the breast, if you’re hit in the chest all the force is concentrated on the sternum, which will break and potentially puncture the heart and lungs. But i guess the people who draw them are hoping that the enemies will be too aroused to attack?

Which doesn’t really work if you’re first level and mostly fighting wolves.

    blackfemalescientist:

    becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys:

    atomic-glitter:

    boneswolf:

    norcumi:

    ladiesplusjunk:

    that’s how you make armor for women, no bullshit boob cups.

    Just beautiful.

    want

    Boob cups must be the most uncomfortable things on earth… What the hell are you supposed to do when one of your boobs slips out? Let’s say you inhale or move your chest somehow so your breasts get free from the cup and end up clipped on the edge?? You can’t even pull them like you can when your bra gets all screwed up! Like who wants to wear that while they’re fighting monsters and shit?

    I hit reblog so hard I may have sprained my finger

    Boob cups are even worse than that. Because they curve around the breast, if you’re hit in the chest all the force is concentrated on the sternum, which will break and potentially puncture the heart and lungs. But i guess the people who draw them are hoping that the enemies will be too aroused to attack?

    Which doesn’t really work if you’re first level and mostly fighting wolves.

    (Source: crazybitcharoundhere)

     
  9. 12:48

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    Reblogged from fuckyeahsexpositivity

    fuckallies:

    On average, you have a 1 in 18,989 chance of being murdered

    A trans person has a 1 in 12 chance of being murdered

    The average life span of a cis person is about 75-90 

    The average life expectancy of a trans person is 23-30 years old

    75% of people killed in anti LGBT hate crimes are poc

    Think about this the next time you go crying over “cisphobia” and “reverse racism”

     
  10. 11:52

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    Reblogged from superqueerartsyblog

    superqueerartsyblog:

    since my last post like this was appreciated, have 10 more daily comics. a little bit of autobiography, some random thoughts about things, both silly and not.

    There is a LOT of awesome in here.