i love women and literature

24 / history & philology student / lesbian / radical feminist / XX chromosomes

[that70sdream]

~Autumn mood boards/wallpapers~

All made by me

[perriedward]

Look, uh, if you’re gonna be moving in with him I feel it’s my responsibility to tell you the truth about him! Okay? He’s a terrible roommate! Terrible! He uh, forgets to umm… Oh-oh he always, he always umm. Oh, who am I kidding! He’s the best roommate ever! JOEY TRIBBIANI and CHANDLER BING Friends (1994-2004)

[user610138]

how I sleep at night knowing my clothes and personal style have nothing to do with my sex and that no matter what I wear I'll always be female and proud of it

[jeniferprince]

enchanted ;)

check more of my work on instagram // buy prints here

[anatsaja]

Fran Fine in GREEN

[firstfullmoon]

i keep thinking of this

[sobertodeath2018-deactivated202]

good god when the fast car by tracy chapman hits

[qriqriqri-deactivated20210617]

you can't tell me porn didn't ruin an entire generation when there's people who genuinely think sex is a human right and women owe it to men

[pinkfemme-deactivated20210608]

the 4 types of lesbian

[dark-academia-in-russia]

[ashesofthegods]

Edinburgh, Scotland, UK

[radfem-tomato-deactivated201912]

Marsha P. Johnson was a GAY MAN who dressed in drag. Stop transing the dead!

[radfem-tomato-deactivated201912]

Ima post this again because I’m annoyed at all these fucking Pride month posts calling him a woman.

[smittywerbenjaegermannjensen]

“I’m just a transvestite” – Marsha P Johnson 

[kittiesatemypronouns]

Waiting for the approximately 900,000 trans activists who’ve been spreading lies about him for 4 years to apologize. To us, to his memory, and to the concepts of truth and honesty.

[xyfarfromthetree]

i think the argument is that we modern understanding marsha would problably identify as a woman

[girlsmoonsandstars]

this is called presentism

[thevaginamonoblogs]

So bbgguy is saying that if he were alive now, he’d identify as a woman? Which means that transness is literally a social construct, and an incredibly modern, western world one. If it were true, it wouldn’t require words and terminology to be so. Gay people have been gay forever, before there were ever words for it. Trans people have existed only since there were words for it, is what that argument is saying.

[flameslikeanything]

If you’re ever feeling down, just pull up google maps, zoom in on England and start looking at all the place names.

[flameslikeanything]

[lowpolyrats]

my personal recommendations:

[the-dragonauts]

[notyourpixiedreamg1rl]

“omg teenaged girls nowadays look so much more put-together than i did at their age, what are they feeding them-“

its pedophilia. theyre getting fed an increasingly normalised culture of pedophilia. girls arent allowed to Be Kids anymore and its really starting to show

[purpletangyvaginas]

[uncontrolledmisfit]

i thought it was just me

[myhaireatskids]

sir, that’s my emotional support titty

[gredbril-deactivated20210416]

[inkskinned]

“Even angry she was beautiful”. Even tired. Even sick. Even one crazy night later. Even with two broken ribs. Even, even, even.

An eye hangs in front of me. Always watching. How silly for me to care about being pretty. But I care about being pretty.

Do men feel like this? Even alone sometimes I catch myself fixing, tidying. I cross windows no one can see in and I worry that someone will see in. I lock the bathroom door and have strange, unlikely thoughts about people who will sneak in and rip the curtain off the rod and see me naked. Sometimes, in the worst moments, I wonder: what if there’s a camera and people are seeing this ugliness.

My mother taught me to plan underwear in such a way that if they found your body you wouldn’t be embarrassed. It seems insane until you watch six seconds of television; where our dead bodies are almost always mostly naked, even beautiful in death. I worry I will die in an unflattering position.

“Who cares what they think?” I ask myself. I don’t even want the attention of men. Dressing for the attention of men on a daily basis is a dangerous thing and isn’t sustainable on the metro system. I want the attention of other women.

But I still look in the mirror and adjust things. I do this and don’t think about men. I wear makeup and it’s not for men. I sit pretty in traffic and it’s not for men. This eye, I guess. The “them”. It never blinks. Maybe I am the one who is watching.

The woman in the comic book has been kidnapped and tortured. We zoom in on her lips. Beautiful. Even then.