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I was not ladylike, nor was I manly. I was something else altogether. There were so many different ways to be beautiful.
Michael Cunningham, A Home at the End of the World (via observando)
thereâs literally no point in teaching girls to be body positive if you only use menâs opinions for validation like âboys like girls with curvesâ nah get that the fuck out of here
If you see beauty in something, donât wait for others to agree.
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kids have no concept of anything. i walked into my kindergarten class and one kid asked me what my name was. when i said miss jones, he said âi like that name. did you know iâm in love with youâ
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LGBTQ lives matter
Iâm waking up angry. I turn on my computer and, as predicted, itâs flooded with people trying to compare the Orlando shooting to what happened in France as if itâs comparable.
When people start saying âall lives matterâ, theyâre not being noble and inclusive like they think they are; theyâre trying to take ownership of a tragedy that wasnât aimed at them. Theyâre trying to silence the voice of queer people who are saying how frightened they are that they have been killed in their own house during their own month of celebration.
When LGBTQ people are murdered in their own club, thatâs an attack on LGBTQ people (and likely, specifically, gay, latin men considering the night that was in it); itâs not an attack on Margaret down the road with her 2.3 kids and her Volvo. To start comparing it to her life is to completely irradiate the point of this targeted attack. They werenât killed because it was a random, senseless act of terror. They were killed because they were gay. That was the beginning and end of it.
âWell, Iâm sure people like him would take issue with me being a WestenerâŚâ
âWell, Iâm sure people like him would take issue with me being a womanâŚâ
You know what, maybe he would. Maybe he did. But he didnât fucking kill you, did he? He didnât act upon those supposed ideas. He didnât go to the âsuper-white-American-womanâs-clubâ to commit a massacre. He didnât go to some random pub down town. He didnât blow himself up in the middle of a tourist district. He went to a fucking gay club to kill gay people, and how dare anyone hijack this tragedy to further their own agenda.
Letâs face it, if this guy didnât have a non-white-Irish-decent-âmurican name, this wouldnât be considered terrorism or religion based or an âattack on all peopleâ, it might finally be called what it is (though, if it had been committed by a white dude, weâd likely have his college football scores, his year book picture and what a disturbed lone wolf he was instead) - it was an act of utter hate targeted at a specific group and you do not get to tell LGBTQ people how they should feel about it.
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Men donât act violently because they lost control. They act violently to maintain control.
the weirdest thing about the perception of body hair on women is that weâre trying to be edgy or making a statement, but itâs the exact opposite. Itâs us not trying at all. Weâre just existing as we are.
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