here where the world is quiet

Things which are me: mother, bisexual, wife, ex wife, lactivist, logophile, radical feminist adjacent, spiritual seeker, queen of coins. Decolonize & rematriate birth!

[luckyladylily]

So the thing is boobs really do be jiggling. If having breasts has taught me anything it is that the ladies frolic. I don't even have that large of boobs but every time I go down some stairs all I can think about is that stupid quote about boobing breastily down the stairs or whatever it is because God Damn.

But anime and video game boob jiggling is like. The most uncanny valley shit I've ever seen nine times out of ten. You would think people this horny about tits would have actually looked at some but I guess not.

What we really need is some pervert to compile the ultimate visual guide to boob bouncing physics that's just like 500 hours of meticulously organized videos of breasts of different size and shape and under different fabrics bouncing around from a wide variety of physical movements so horny game devs can finally get it right and I don't have to be creeped out by women who appear to have surgically implanted softballs in their chest under skin made of rubber bands.

[luckyladylily]

Some terf just reblogged this with (paraphrasing) "of course you are trans" in an obviously derogatory way on this post and I blocked them without thinking, but now I am fascinated by the implications. Is this person saying only evil trans women would care about shitty boob physics? Do rad fems now think it is misogynistic to criticize bad bouncing anime titty animations?

I kinda wish I would have asked for clarification before blocking them.

[lovemexlikethat]

No, she's saying what we're all thinking. Women don't talk like this. It's not caring about the boob issue - that's something I'd actually expect a radfem to note herself - but your bizarre followup immediately marks you as a standard porn brained male living out some fetish. You're welcome.

[luckyladylily]

So the thing is boobs really do be jiggling. If having breasts has taught me anything it is that the ladies frolic. I don't even have that large of boobs but every time I go down some stairs all I can think about is that stupid quote about boobing breastily down the stairs or whatever it is because God Damn.

But anime and video game boob jiggling is like. The most uncanny valley shit I've ever seen nine times out of ten. You would think people this horny about tits would have actually looked at some but I guess not.

What we really need is some pervert to compile the ultimate visual guide to boob bouncing physics that's just like 500 hours of meticulously organized videos of breasts of different size and shape and under different fabrics bouncing around from a wide variety of physical movements so horny game devs can finally get it right and I don't have to be creeped out by women who appear to have surgically implanted softballs in their chest under skin made of rubber bands.

[luckyladylily]

Some terf just reblogged this with (paraphrasing) "of course you are trans" in an obviously derogatory way on this post and I blocked them without thinking, but now I am fascinated by the implications. Is this person saying only evil trans women would care about shitty boob physics? Do rad fems now think it is misogynistic to criticize bad bouncing anime titty animations?

I kinda wish I would have asked for clarification before blocking them.

[iamgoob]

[succumbing-song]

[dragon-in-a-fez]

[australian-red-cedar]

men will complain 'but women forced their way into male spaces first' and they mean like. steady employment, hobbies or politics

[kkoffin]

also like. video games and movies/fandom (often based on books by or directed by women)

meanwhile men in women’s spaces is like. our changing rooms. reminds me of that dianic wiccan quote about how the men only want to be included in women’s events when the women are naked

[kkoffin]

[merry-mouse]

[mysharona1987]

[danikriatura]

The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water.

They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave.

Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people.

The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography.

The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed.

By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler.

According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade.

The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification.

Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet.

Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum.

The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices.

She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office.

She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot.

They shut off the elevators, so she crawled.

The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration.

The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass.

Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.

Source: Kitty Cone's oral history, Bancroft Library.

Verified via: National Museum of American History.

(Some details summarized for brevity.)

[capricorn-season]

[nbarpf]

One of my all-time favorites

[kanelia]

@gendiebrainrotreceipts

[fuckcrumpets]

It's a shame your a terf. You'd be so much cooler if you were a cute lil enby like me, you could be spending your time getting kisses and cuddles and headpats from other enbies, and resisting capitalism, and sacrificing to ancient gods, and covering your body in cool tattoos and piercings, and maybe getting top surgery or nullification, and never having what society considers a real job. Instead you're stuck living the miserable life of a conformist, becoming angry at those more free then you are.

“It’s a shame [you’re] a [woman]. You’d be so much [more palatable] if you were [to assume a performative, trend-driven identity] like me, you could be spending your time [seeking validation] from [others], and [prioritising superficial aesthetics over meaningful action], and maybe [undergoing unnecessary, invasive medical procedures to disassociate from the reality of being female], and never having [financial independence]. Instead you’re stuck living the miserable life of [an adult], becoming angry at those [who choose to live in fantasy].”

[paramaline]

shoutout to my coworker for thinking that “illuminati” and “alumnae” meant the same thing and absolutely destroying everyone in the room when he casually dropped the sentence “i get a discount there because i’m an illuminati” into the conversation

[riotd]

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

[anelimvix]

WTF ?🤯

[pibin]

“If a movement declares that a man can define what it means to be a woman based on his feelings, but a woman cannot define being a woman based on her material reality, then it is a movement for the interests of men.”

—Tasia Aránguez

[orangelit]

it’s always like ”what someone else does to their appearance doesn’t affect you”. but it does though. that’s how social norms work. if everyone does [x] then [x] will be expected of me too. and i selfishly don’t want a lower salary for not wearing makeup, for not dying my hair when it goes grey, for not getting fillers.

[fobhjm]

It’s all “humans are social creatures!” And “our actions don’t exist in a vacuum” from liberals, but when radical feminists point it out in a way that hurts the feelings of women who conform to gender roles, suddenly their individualist colors come through