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Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.
"Love is love" is a milquetoast cishet marketing phrase
Pride is a FUCK YOU to a society that wants us dead.
I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive
i get why people don't believe in marriage as a social construct but legally it is the best and easiest way to say "this is who i trust to take care of me when i can't take care of myself" and i'm so glad gay people fought for that right bc when shit gets scary at least i know im in good hands
Okay so what good reason do they have to stare at each other during a team huddle?
those eyes are screaming "gomen tsukki" and they need not use any word for it
I'm so tired of this braindead argument about oil rigs. let's get one thing straight: no little girl, and i mean NO little girl, is playing with her dolls and dreaming of the day she can be isolated on a metal platform in the middle of the ocean, risking her life for a corporation that sees her as disposable. no little boy is either. this isn't a career aspiration; it's a last resort.
The whole point of feminism, of our liberation, is to dismantle the systems that force people into these kinds of desperate, soul-crushing choices in the first place. men don't "choose" to work on oil rigs out of some noble blue-collar calling. they do it because patriarchy has defined their worth by their ability to perform dangerous physical labor and be the "provider." they're trapped in a gender role just as violently as we are, one that tells them their bodies are expendable and their emotional needs are irrelevant.
So when some dumbass smugly goes, "If women want equality, why aren't they lining up for oil rig jobs?" he's not making a clever point. he's admitting that his entire worldview is built on a foundation of exploitation. he's saying, "our system is so broken that men have to risk their lives for a paycheck, and instead of fixing that, i want to drag you women down into the misery with me."
Fuck that. we don't want equality in a system of exploitation. we want to destroy the system. we want to be the lawyers, the CEOs, the surgeons, the politicians—the people who actually make the decisions and shape the world. we want the power to build a society where NO ONE, regardless of gender, has to auction off their health and safety just to survive. the goal isn't to put women in the chains men are forced to wear; it's to break the chains for everyone. so miss me with that oil rig bullshit. it's not a gotcha, it's a confession of how little he understands the fight we're actually in.
So real. And men in my country constantly use the same arguments about mines, building and whatnot 🙄
Labor markets reflect a mix of coercion, compensation, biology, culture, preference, and opportunity. Fix what’s unjust. Don’t pretend preference differences don’t exist. Let's also not degrade women in trades by acting as if they have no glass ceilings of their own in labor forward jobs when we've fought for a seat at tables on the oil fields, in the wood shops, and on the jobsite instead of being relegated to sales, offices, and secretarial work. God knows I didn't dream of vet med as a kid, but its the family business, even though I'd be happier back in fine woodworking, I couldn't get a fucking job other than in a finishing department because the Amish and mennonite owned shops dont consider actually building the casework "women's work."
I'm fine being the evil tradeswoman feminist if thats how you want to read this, I was Women in Trades And Technology chapter president at my trade school for 2 years by unanimous decision, and regularly spoke with industry leaders, gave Keynotes, Ted style talks, and did q&as about women in trades at workforce development summits all through my cabinetmaking and wood tech degree. I was the first ever female in any of the 3 building trades at the local technical high school in 2019 when it had been operating since 1999, and one of 5 who made honors across the board in the program's history
Some of us absolutely dreamed of building things. I did. I wanted fine woodworking. The only roles open to me were finishing because actual casework wasn’t considered ‘women’s work.’ That’s not abstract theory, that’s actual sex based hiring bias in trades. If we’re serious about liberation, it applies to oil fields and wood shops, not just boardrooms.
Your white collar lawyers, c suite, high society doesnt function without blue collar labor taking care of your sanitation, powering your energy grid, and building your offices, and keeping the gears of society greased. Women need and deserve protections and equal opportunities in labor just as much as we need and deserve them in c suites.
Its intellectually and theoretically lazy to that liberation is upward mobility into managerial class. Liberation is horizontal access across all domains.
You can always hit that reset button as many times as you need. Its better than quitting.
focus on the likes and not the wants
you may not want to clean your room, but you like the peace and call it brings you after
you may not want to study, but you like the confidence and satisfaction you get from being prepared
you may not not want to apologise, but you like the relief and connection that reconciliation brings
you may not want to cook, but you like the satisfaction of eating a healthy come cooked meal prepared with love
you may not want to exercise, but you like how you feel afterwards and how it makes you confident
you may not want to journal or write, but you like the reflection and calm it brings you
you may not want to step out of your comfort zone, but you like the new experiences and growth you gain from it
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this shit ain't nothin to me man
I'll fucking kill you
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bellatrix black absentmindedly picks at her fingernails when she’s bored, till she draws blood. she likes the thrill of arguments. she laughs when she’s furious—a sharp, mocking and incredulous noise. she loves to duel and she’d sneak around to watch her father’s old ones in the family pensieve. she had a crow when she was 13—it didn’t last long after her father hexed it as punishment for "acting out" after an argument. she has a collection of knives—not dainty or elegant but short, practical, enchanted blades. a dagger she stole when she was 15. another from a french duelist, family heirloom. she always sharpens them with care. mutters hexes under her breath, without thinking. she practices wandless magic in secret. she loved bickering with andy. she loves thunderstorms, the rumble before a lightning strike. the halls of the manor after dark. the feel of cool, aged marble, deep dark velvet. the tangles in her hair, which she rarely fixes. the burn of firewhiskey. a clipping of the daily prophet with a line about her underlined, and the smudge of initials—R. S—and a note in the margins, lipstick stains on letters (that she later burns) from a girl she never thinks about too hard anymore. she tells herself it meant nothing to be taken apart under a gaze like that, to be seen for all her sharpness and be held as art instead of ruin. she lies.