“A friend of mine found this old photograph in a shoe box in his Grandmother’s attic. On the back was written… Aunty Mary and her “friend” Ruth, 1910. I wonder if those quotation marks imply what I think they do, by the look on their faces, I would say they do” - source: http://goo.gl/LgD6n
(Source: deviatesinc, via womanontheedgeoftyne)
“These were some cards that I sent to the Cards For The Cure about a month ago. I absolutely love how they came out! A card with a pink loving flamingo and a card with the Great Physician!”
My mother found the religious fan art blog a few weeks ago and she was so flabbergasted that “a pink loving flamingo and the Great Physician?!” was all she could comment on.
If I had less dignity, that would be the name of my band’s first E.P.
(submitted by asphaltcowgirlll)
I’m Kayla and this is Remi and we’re both gay and we live in Maryland:)
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This is darling. I am so happy that this young lady has a gay horse and is willing to brag about it.
Most people assume animals are hetero, just like they assume all people are hetero, even when the individuals in question are overtly attracted to others of the same sex.
For example, people look at me like I’m crazy when I say my horsey-bff Dude is bi, if not straight up gay, but he is: he likes chilling with lady horses, and they relish the opportunity to hang with him (because he isn’t a misogynist and he treats them as equals), but his longest and most abiding love has been with a male horse who was stabled beside him for two years. They still whinny back and forth every night, even now that they live on adjacent farms. I don’t call any of my exes, much less every night. I don’t even talk to any of my friends every single night. Clearly their relationship is something much deeper and more important.
Catstack!
(Source: finofilipinold, via jickie-deactivated20120710)
I saw this used in response to a comic where someone went to hell for liking little boys. I couldn’t believe it.
I have been saying for years that this is exactly where “hardwired!!!!!” rhetoric gets us. People have always shrugged it off as alarmism. But now this idea that pedophiles, too are “born that way” has really caught on, with Dan Savage even awarding “gold stars” to pedos who write in to his column claiming that they have never acted on their “orientation” and earnest debates about whether we should allow some forms of animated porn to allow these “poor fellows” some sort of licit “release.”
All of this is borne of the idea that sexuality is not socially constructed or chosen, at all, ever, but is inborn and immutable, and biologically fixed. I told you this would happen, especially I started yelling about it when BDSM-ers started claiming they, too, were “born this way.” I even told you this would be bad for gay rights in the long run, because the freaks and hanger-ons were on the bandwagon almost before it was out of the barn.
It is exhausting and demoralizing being the canary in the coalmine.
They’ve been doing this for a long time. In fact, their community is the first I encountered (on a “liberal” “sex-positive” forum) when I was 18, first moved away from my extended family, and started to acknowledge I was a childhood sex-abuse/incest survivor who needed to process what had happened to her.
Needless to say, it kind of fucked me up. I internalized it to some degree, as abuse survivors tend to do, but it’s still part of why I’ve never fully accepted the “anything goes!” sex-poz framing (verbatim quote from a sex-poz group in Palo Alto): because I understand that “anything goes” doesn’t just mean it’s okay to be blindfolded and lightly spanked with a peacock feather or whatever, it can mean supporting snuff films, child rape (as long as the children are groomed properly so it’s “consentual”!!), and bestiality (although some people do draw the line there).
(via frauluther)
DOPEGHOST asked: I RESPECT YOU AND EVERYTHING BUT GHOST COSTUMES ARE A TOTALLY DOPE CHOICE FOR EVERY HALLOWEEN.
Oh shit, that is pretty dope. Still, you gotta put in the work to avoid the KKK look, so I mostly stand behind this.
DOPEGHOST is my new favorite name/concept.
My daughters should not have a truck grabbed out of their hands by an adult and handed to a male cousin because, “This is a boy toy anyway.”
My son shouldn’t be ridiculed because his favorite color is pink.
THIS.
Not a difficult concept to grasp. Yet somehow it proves completely inaccessible to most of the population.
(via stellarvoyage)
Seriously. I am the first woman my roommates have EVER MET who openly and unapologetically does not want to (and has never wanted to) have children.
They can’t imagine it. Like my dad, they keep telling me I’ll “grow out of it someday.” Like … are they trying to put me down, or cheer me up? Are they trying to do something along the lines of telling a thirteen-year-old, “Don’t worry, sweetie, someday you’ll be a big girl and you won’t need to wear braces anymore”?
Because that’s patronizing enough as it is (even to a thirteen-year-old, especially to a twenty-five-year-old), but it doesn’t end there: what they’re really saying is, “Someday you will grow out of your silly desire for personal independence. Either that or it will be crushed out of you until you just cave in. Isn’t that sweet? Think of what lovely babies you will have when you are too worn down to keep resisting.”
I never plan to stop resisting.
Happy to see I’m not the only one. You gotta love it, since you never see men facing the same type of bullshit. I don’t want kids. I don’t even want to have sex. Yet for both, I’m told “you don’t know the future, don’t talk like that.”
…”Don’t talk like that”? What am I saying that’s so self-harming? That I…want to be in control of what comes in and out of my body? What is perhaps more exhausting is when I say I’m skeptical about marriage, and if I did get married, I never plan on changing my last name. That’s when the patriarchal defense goes high gear, and I’m made out to be some ridiculous crazy-talker.
Oh, that too! Definitely experience the marriage pressure as well. I get perhaps less of it because my mother was not married when I was born, so my family knows better than to get hypocritical on that part. (She’s also heard me disparaging the idea of marriage since I was a little child, and she’s used to it now.) But the rest of society makes up for her, when they find out I’m getting away with being single and not being hopelessly sad and all!
My father, for example, is concerned that I’ve “given up on love.” Like, wtf does that even mean. I am not looking for a date or a sexual partner, I don’t ever want to get married, so I’ve “given up on love”? I wouldn’t go that far. I’d just take that to mean I’ve given up on patriarchal institutions, not “love” itself. Apparently what he is saying, as are others who say the same thing, is that the idea of love is inseparable from patriarchal institutions in most people’s minds.
Of course, it makes them feel really sad that I’ve “turned my back on” love, but I feel pretty good about all of it. My happiness has never been based on the notions of finding a partner and/or procreating, so I’m pretty freaking happy. I love my cat. I eat good things. I listen to a lot of really nice records. I have wonderful friends. Existentially, I think I’m a lot better off than a lot of people, and anyone who talks to me can figure that out (unless they think I am just in denial).
So really, all I can deduce from it is: when we resist, even in small ways (like deciding what goes into and comes out of our bodies, or deciding we don’t want to be legally bound to someone else for the rest of our lives), it makes other people feel insecure in their own decisions. It makes them wonder if maybe they didn’t sell out. And therefore it’s their most fervent hope that we all get so worn down, so crushed, that we just fold our cards and give up too.
(Source: whoneedsfeminism, via tonyhawkstrider)
Seriously. I am the first woman my roommates have EVER MET who openly and unapologetically does not want to (and has never wanted to) have children.
They can’t imagine it. Like my dad, they keep telling me I’ll “grow out of it someday.” Like … are they trying to put me down, or cheer me up? Are they trying to do something along the lines of telling a thirteen-year-old, “Don’t worry, sweetie, someday you’ll be a big girl and you won’t need to wear braces anymore”?
Because that’s patronizing enough as it is (even to a thirteen-year-old, especially to a twenty-five-year-old), but it doesn’t end there: what they’re really saying is, “Someday you will grow out of your silly desire for personal independence. Either that or it will be crushed out of you until you just cave in. Isn’t that sweet? Think of what lovely babies you will have when you are too worn down to keep resisting.”
I never plan to stop resisting.
(Source: whoneedsfeminism, via thefemcritique)
