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this is the best day of their lives do u see this

this is mean and terrible but it exhausts me to be around people who haven’t finished going through their pretentious asshole phase like okay holden caulfield I know we’re all helplessly suckling at the teat of modern media but can you shut up and play some goddamn mario kart for like five minutes

fonzie-did-it

BETH DITTO

nicolerichiecirca2003

listen…i literally dream of being a woman with a skin care routine, that smells good always and eats vegetables but i am a swamp demon and i’m doing what i can with that

petrolgirls

MEN: STOP FUCKING UP. ITCH: FUCK OFF.

Solidarity to all the women who have been affected by Itch Fox’s behaviour. I would like to add my own rage to their words and support them openly as I have personal experiences of this man that make me not question, even for a second, their statements.

Let’s go right back.. as a teenager The King Blues were my absolute number one favourite band. I went to every show I could and my bedroom walls at my parents house are still covered with Itch’s lyrics and even a redrawing of the picture in the liner notes from the first record. I am fucking furious with him for fucking up like this because that record meant the world to me and now I feel gross when I hear it. I got to know him from gigs and as a 15 year old felt like the coolest person ever when he would put me on the guest list for shows and give me a big hug, picking me up, swinging me round and kissing me on the cheek. He fronted my favourite band – I thought he was the coolest person ever. There is a very real hierarchy here that he has abused many times. He is a man who tends to be much older than the women he preys on – he is ten years older than me – and he fronts a band: he gets a mic and a stage in a male dominated music community where many women do not get that privilege. He started speaking to me on myspace from time to time and invited me to go to London to visit him in his caravan and “meet his chickens”.. I remember really wanting to go but, for once, thank fuck for my overprotective parents.

A few years later when I moved to London I started to meet women who were affected by his behaviour and it affected the entire way I felt about that band. I had previously felt that “5 bottles” was incredible, I fucking loved his poetry, because its blunt and honest. But hearing other women’s experiences and putting them in the context of how I knew him, soured everything I felt for his music and words. As I got more into feminism I realized actually, fuck this guy, we don’t need some dickhead man to tell us we’re beautiful and strong bla bla bla and that its ok that we (some of us actually) like to wash our hair.. So I wrote a song with the lyrics “I don’t use 5 different bottles of shampoo, I don’t need validation from you.” See also Jenn Hart’s poetic response to 5 bottles – its excellent.

That song was one of our early Petrol Girls songs. On three separate occasions, after playing that song live, women came up to me and said ‘thank fuck you wrote that song, this is what he did to me…’ And that is just the women that felt like they wanted to come and speak about it. I cannot begin to express how fucking hard it is to open up about this kind of stuff. People tell you that you’re stupid/ lying/ that its not actually a big deal/ that you don’t understand your own experiences/ that its your fault - IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT. I still have experiences that I haven’t spoken about because I’m not strong enough yet, and the times I have spoken up about things that have happened to me have been fucking horrendous. The solidarity I experienced from friends however was incredible, and I’d like to be able to extend that solidarity to these women now. I empathise with how hard it is for these women to speak up about their experiences and I’m fucking inspired by their bravery.

Our music community reproduces the same hierarchies that exist in the 'standard society’ it claims to be against. Men with mics, stages, and record deals in 'cool bands’ should not be treated any differently to anyone else. They must be held accountable for their behaviour. I would in fact say that it is especially important that they are held accountable because they have a responsibility towards their 'fans’, to those who admire them – this is such a dangerous hierarchy. I don’t give a shit what band you’re in or how fucking 'cool’ you are, it will never make it ok for you to abuse women or engage in any other sexist, racist, homophobic, or otherwise bullshit behaviour.

Petrol Girls were recently offered some support slots for The King Blues which we declined on the basis of Itch’s behaviour towards women that I have personally met and spoken with. I want to say very publicly that we will never support this man in anyway, we will never betray the women he has affected. We will never play a support slot for The King Blues. I don’t give a flying fuck whether that has a “damaging effect” on my band, or if it would be “strategic” for us to support them or any other industry bullshit. I and creative projects I’m part of will never be a token feminist thing that assholes can roll out to distract from their shit behaviour, or tick some PC box. Itch personally asked for Petrol Girls to support The King Blues and he can fuck right off because we will not be used. (I’d be interested to hear from other feminists what they would recommend re festivals – whether we’d like to start a boycott from playing festivals that Itch is performing at, or whether we’d like to make public statements on stage about this stuff, spread information and generally fuck things up?..)

I am so fucking angry. I am sick to shit of men who make music I care about, who are part of political movements I care about, who are part of my friendship circles FUCKING UP. We have enough shit going on at the moment without dealing with your bullshit. Check your fucking behaviour, learn about CONSENT, be fucking ACCOUNTABLE for your shit. I am sick to shit of having to lose friends, walk away from friendship circles and political groups, stop listening to bands I love because of STUPID MEN FUCKING UP. Sort it out. I don’t want to have to leave a scene or community because of this ever again. We should not have to. This is your responsibility, not ours – and we are not obliged to hold your fucking hand through this process. Men who have assaulted and abused: Stop hiding your fuck ups, stop lying and covering up your behaviour. Be brave and for fucks sake own up to your mistakes. Be ACCOUNTABLE. Here’s a starting point for you, now go do some fucking research: http://www.phillystandsup.com/ourwork.html

This personal torrent of anger just came flooding out of me after reading this: http://paintmybones.tumblr.com/post/141854601144/we-are-women-we-are-strong-the-truth-of-the-king Plus an account from Nadia Tuts about him being super creepy then aggressive towards her a couple of days ago. (Side note – why would you fuck with the Tuts you moron?! They have a grrrl gang thats like some kind of feminist army.)

I’m so angry I’m actually shaking, and thats because all of this stuff fits into a patriarchal web of shit that has hurt me personally so many times and that is hurting all of us, not just women*. This is personal and fucking political. This isn’t even the only incident of a man fucking up in this way that I’ve heard about this week. FOR FUCKS SAKE SORT IT THE FUCK OUT.

I am also inspired, by the bravery of the women who have spoken up, this gives me so much strength with which to approach my own experiences. And the feminist music community has never been stronger, we don’t need anyone but ourselves to make the music we want to listen to.

I’ll tell you how I turned into a man. First I had to turn into a woman. For a long time I had been neuter , not a woman at all but One Of The Boys, because if you walk into a gathering of men, professionally or otherwise, you might as well be wearing a sandwich board that says: LOOK! I HAVE TITS! there is this giggling and this chuckling and this reddening and this Uriah Heep twisting and writhing and this fiddling with ties and fixing of buttons and making of allusions and quoting of courtesies and this self-conscious gallantry plus a smirky insistence on my physique - all this dreary junk just to please me. If you get good at being One Of The Boys it goes away. Of course there’s a certain disembodiment involved , but the sandwich board goes; I back-slapped and laughed at blue jokes, especially the hostile kind. Underneath you keep saying pleasantly but firmly No no no no no no. But it’s necessary to my job and I like my job. I suppose they decided that my tits were not of the best kind, or not real, or that they were someone else’s (my twin sister’s), so they split me from the neck up; as I said, it demands a certain disembodiment. I thought that surely when I had acquired my Ph.D. and my professorship and my tennis medal and my engineer’s contract and my ten thousand a year and my full-time housekeeper and my reputation and the respect of my colleagues, when I had grown strong, tall, and beautiful, when my IQ shot past 200 , when I had genius, THEN I could take off my sandwich board. I left my smiles and happy laughter at home. I’m not a woman; I’m a man. I’m a man with a woman’s face. I’m a woman with a man’s mind. Everybody says so. In my pride of intellect I entered a bookstore; I purchased a book; I no longer had to placate The Man; by God, I think I’m going to make it. I purchased a copy of John Stuart Mill's 'The Subjection of Women’ ; now who can object to John Stuart Mill? He’s dead. But the clerk did. With familiar archness he waggled his finger at me and said “tsk tsk”; all that writhing and fussing began again, what fun it was for him to have someone automatically not above reproach, and I knew beyond the shadow of a hope that to be female is to be mirror and honeypot, servant and judge, the terrible Rhadamanthus for whom he must perform but whose judgment is not human and whose services are at anyone’s command, the vagina dentata and the stuffed teddy-bear he gets if he passes the test . This is until you’re forty- five, ladies, after which you vanish into thin air like the smile of the Cheshire cat, leaving behind only a disgusting grossness and a subtle poison that automatically infects every man under twenty-one. Nothing can put you above this or below this or beyond it or outside of it, nothing, nothing, nothing at all, not your muscles or your brains, not being one of the boys or being one of the girls or writing books or writing letters or screaming or wringing your hands or cooking lettuce or being too tall or being too short or traveling or staying at home or ugliness or acne or diffidence or cowardice or perpetual shrinking and old age. In the latter cases you’re only doubly damned. I went away - “forever feminine,” as the man says - and I cried as I drove my car, and I wept by the side of the road (because I could not see and I might crash into something) and I howled and wrung my hands as people do only in medieval romances, for an American woman’s closed car is the only place in which she can be alone (if she’s unmarried) and the howl of a sick she-wolf carries around the world, whereupon the world thinks it’s very comical. Privacy in cars, in bathrooms, what ideas we have! If they tell me about the pretty clothes again, I’ll kill myself.

The Female Man - Joanna Russ

#female man #feminism #scifi #literature #quotes #feminist science fiction #joanna russ

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avadae

Because my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish. “I’m writing a letter, I can’t write a letter, why can’t I write a letter? I’m wearing a green dress, I wish I was wearing my blue dress, my blue dress is at the cleaners. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue, ‘Casablanca’ is such a good movie. Casablanca, the White House, Bush. Why don’t I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car. I should really take my bicycle to work. Bicycle, unicycle, unitard. Hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey, underpants!”

gwengold

jimchuck

A childhood of recorded television.

cutbu

pleuras

onyomugan3

ビートたけし

1985年

misanthropicmessiah

A.F. Vandevorst installation at Arnhem Mode Biennale 2011

theforce

women are never like “wow i have a son i respect men now” like.. it’s just expected of us, from the moment we can speak, from the moment we can understand words, even though they treat us like shit

women give birth to boys and have to worry about how these boys will grow up and treat women like that’s the difference men can be fathers of little girls and all of a sudden they’ve realized that women are people but mothers give birth to little boys and have to worry about every single outside force including their fathers making him an absolute shithead by the time they’re in the 5th grade,

seriously, i got catcalled by a 10 year old boy the other day, did this little boy have sexual urges towards me? no, of course not, he was 10 years old, he probably doesn’t even know what a sexual urge is but he’s already learned that speaking this way to women is what makes him powerful and makes him a “man” and it is fuuuccccckkkkkked

twistedpolyamor-deactivated2015

Can a average sized penis cause you the same enjoyment as a big penis?

I’m sooooooooo tired of this dumb ass question. And it’s the same question to every girl blogger that shows you a titty or an ass.

It amazes me how many of you muthafuckas secretly have an obsession with dick size comparisons. And we all, for the sake of your feelings, try to give you a generalized answer so you won’t feel you shitty about your dicks well look:

The average fucking dick size is 4.7 to 6.3 inches when it’s hard. The average pussy is 4.25 inches to 4.75 inches when we’re turned on. What does that mean? Bitch you guessed it, length has no impact on sexual satisfaction. Even women are confused about that shit. “ohhhhh I need a big dick to fuck me” no you don’t bitch you need somebody to fuck you real good.

The g spot is about 2–3 inches inside of our pussy so what you need to question is your technique.

What cha stroke game looking like? Are you hitting walls? Can you rotate your hips to curve your dick? How long can you last without busting? Are you rubbing the clit while you’re in it?

You can have a size 10 dick and be trash. Fuck around and have a good 5 inches and knowledge of pleasuring a woman and be the gift of God.

It ain’t what you got its how you use it. And if a bitch don’t like your average dick size, give her some mind blowing sex to prove a point and never talk to her again.

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