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fantasizing about being arm candy for a pretty femme. half in subspace already, my only purpose at this party to look hot and just be a little out of my head. maybe they give me little tasks — "can you get me another drink, honey?" or "fetch me one of those canapés, will you darling?" and then i do, and i feel so fucking useful that i'm being ordered around and that i'm doing my job, and that i don't have to think about anything except doing what i’m told. of course, they show off their pretty pet to their friends, all dressed up in a suit and tie that they picked out for me (so i didn't have to stress about it myself), hair slicked back and just a little tousled, maybe with just a touch of mascara to highlight how doe-eyed and docile i look. when they introduce me, it’s with an endearment that’s degrading enough to make me flushed with embarrassment and desire in equal measure. "this is my toy, isn't he sweet?" i feel the faint prick of a pinch to my cheek, and an immaculately-manicured hand wraps around my bicep and squeezes, hard enough to leave a bruise, and it sends a shudder down my spine.
i just stand there, all dolled up, on their arm, and get told i'm "such a good boy" for them, and that i'm "doing so well." after the night has gone on, and i’m a few drinks in, and the low-lying current of lust has spread throughout my whole body, and i’m practically thrumming with the urge to please them, they whisper something low and sweet into my ear. i'm so far gone that i don't even think to do anything but stumble along at their heels when they drag me into an alcove (that people can definitely see into), and of course i'm such an obedient, well-trained pet that i drop to my knees immediately for them.
of course, their friends can come and watch, but not necessarily touch unless they’re given permission. but the sight of me on my knees for my owner and just being so good for them, swirling my tongue exactly how they like, is a popular sight, and the alcove doorway darkens with the shadows of more people. and my owner lets out a little moan that sounds both delighted and so turned on (or maybe it's just a little louder than normal, because they're not surprised to see that other people want to see how good their toy is, and how good of a job i do pleasing them). and suddenly i’m aware of them all, standing in the doorway, a hand slipped into their pants or up the skirt of their dress, just because they all want to watch me.
and they start telling me what a good job i'm doing, and how good i am at pleasing my owner, and "may i play with him once you're done? is he available?" and my owner says "you can, but you can't let him come. don’t hesitate put him in his place," and of course i moan at that, and that’s what gets my owner to come, one hand buried in my hair, and my tongue and fingers working over them.
now i'm allowed to play with these other people, and one of them start fucking my face a little bit, and my eyes are watering and the little bit of mascara i've got on is running, and i'm so goddamn out of my mind that i barely notice that their boot is placed perfectly between my knees, and it's nothing, not even a thought, but i lower myself and i start grinding on their boot like the fucking dog i am. and of course, when they notice this, they pull out, and they slap me across the face. hard. because my owner said i wasn't allowed to be cocky, and "that's pretty fucking cocky, huh? you think you're allowed to hump my boot like some mutt off the street? disgusting.”
fuck, man, this is really getting to me.
- Martyr! by Kaveh Akbar
the porn we'd make together would be so insane
i be doing everyday random things n be thinking “wow i wish i had a butch with me rn”. like i’m at chipotle rn like “damn i wish i was eating chipotle with a butch rn”.
girldick got me acting like an aerial tramway 🚡
problematic weight difference
Elin Danielson-Gambogi (Finnish 1861-1919), To Bed, 1897 Oil on canvas
Something came over me and suddenly I'd made this :3
I didn’t know Mr. T pityed fool’s that weren’t woke, but that’s awesome. #respect
“I think about my father being called ‘boy’, my uncle being called ‘boy’, my brother, coming back from Vietnam and being called ‘boy’. So I questioned myself: “What does a black man have to do before he’s given the respect as a man?” So when I was 18 years old, when I was old enough to fight and die for my country, old enough to drink, old enough to vote, I said I was old enough to be called a man. I self-ordained myself Mr. T so the first word out of everybody’s mouth is “Mr.” That’s a sign of respect that my father didn’t get, that my brother didn’t get, that my mother didn’t get.“
-Mr. T on the subject of his name
is it any wonder the media derided him for these things? a black man having the unmitigated gall to control his own narrative? defang that shit with mockery.
when people say things like "why would we want to read about a relationship that fails" much like when people say things against reading about rape/abuse is i wonder how isolating it is for people to be told that their personal life experiences are so uniquely terrible that no one could possibly want to read or hear about them. it to me shows a very glaring lack of empathy we have for others when they're expressing vulnerability on things not going well and it's a stigma i'd personally like to tackle in my own stories.
#I feel similarly with a lot of complaints about if certain books are appropriate for children#even mg books#for depicting child abuse or realistic poverty#well um. real children are going through those things#but god forbid a child in a safer living situation gets exposed to the idea via fiction (via janetcaledonia)
okay. let's try this again. AMAB/AFAB socialization, or its more explicitly terfy counterpart male/female socialization, exists to force trans people back into a simplistic binary of male and female, but also as perpetrator and victim. it essentializes transfeminine people as perpetually tainted by their inescapable maleness and essentializes transmasculine people as eternal victims do to their inherent womanhood. it's transphobic, transmisogynistic bullshit.
TME (transmisogyny exempt) and TMA (transmisogyny affected) exist to describe a relationship to transmisogyny, namely, who is a target of it and who is not? who has a vested interest in the perpetuation of transmisogyny, and who has a vested interest in its destruction? it describes how people are treated differently based on their gendered experiences.
consider them similar to the terms fat and thin to describe a relationship to fatphobia - while a thin person might be nominally "affected" by fatphobia, they are not a target of it. they can exempt themselves from fatphobia by proving their thinness or by redirecting abuse towards a fat person. thin people have a vested interest in fatphobia as a system, it privileges them. a fat person can't do this, i can't prove my thinness, and the only thing i can do is redirect fatphobia onto another fat person (perhaps someone fatter than me).
similarly, a cis woman might be accused of being a trans woman, and face some amount of transmisogyny. a cis woman, however, can prove her cis womanhood to exempt herself from transmisogyny. a trans man might be mistaken for a trans woman, but can prove he is not a trans woman. a man might be punished for exhibiting feminine traits, but he can punish and abuse a trans woman for failing to be a man, and for failing to be a woman, he can abuse a trans woman to affirm his own manhood.
while you may nominally be "affected" by transmisogyny, it would be quite silly to pretend there's no difference between how it affects transfeminine people and transmasculine people, or that there's no way of knowing how or why people get treated differently.
transmisogyny coercively masculinizes trans people who were assigned male at birth. it treats this male assignment as a permanent stain on the TMA person while never treating them like men either. Their maleness is used to frame them as a threat in a way no man is treated.
TL;DR: male/female socialization prescriptively categorizes trans people into bioessentialist categories of male and female, it coercively reassigns them to their assigned birth gender. TMA/TME are descriptive categories, explaining a relation a person has to transmisogyny. while both TME and TMA people are misgendered by the male/female socialization framework, the framework exists to ally TME people with terfs, as victimized by their assigned womanhood, while singling out TMA people as perpetrators, people who apparently could never be victimized for their womanhood.
As someone in and around their 30’s it has been INSANE to see feminism in popular media descend through
Women can wear pants and play sports and that’s equality. Women don’t just belong inside the house. This woman has a career
This woman can be a mechanic just like a man could. She’s probably still a lesbian, though, which is basically the closest to a man a woman can *be*, and explains everything. But she’s still a person!
If a woman superhero CHOOSES to wear stilettos to fight crime, that’s girl power! This comic character written and designed by men wears a bikini and has a waist size of 12 inches because it makes her FEEL POWERFUL! Girls don’t HAVE to dress boyish to be strong! She can make you a sandwich AND be a feminist! Girl power!
What, are you saying women HAVE to do boy things to be taken seriously? Who are you to tell a woman what to do? Maybe some women NEED to get their hair and nails done twice a month to feel powerful! Maybe a lot of women WANT to be stay-at-home moms!
What I don’t think you understand is that women have an inherent feminine spirituality which guides them towards maternal and nurturing paths. Women need to honour their divine female aura to keep their. Their fuckin. Their chakras together or some shit. You should put quartz up your hooha and huff wheatgrass. Leaving manual labour and science and technology to men is natural and good for you spiritually
Uh she can’t do that, that’s a blue job, she’s a pink job girly. Food? Yeah, she’s having #girl dinner, which is a handful of almonds. Time for our 15 step skincare routine, which is empowering. Hashtag #girlboss. Ew no, touching dirt? She’s just a girl. You can’t expect a girl to do that. Haha #girl logic
have no dog in this fight mainly bc i think putting lots of emphasis on the media people consume as some sort of end all be all praxis is kind of silly but i feel like for as long as the argument about mlm/bl/yaoi/whatever being predominantly read by (often queer) women who don’t read it’s female counterpart there’s been people saying “well i don’t read/watch lesbian stuff/yuri/whatever because fanfiction is escapism for me and i don’t like to deal with the real issues of being a woman and so reading about gay men and gay masculinity especially is safer” i don’t know i think it’s interesting to me that women will always be tainted by misogyny in people’s eyes which makes their stories “not good enough escapism” but men, who are the perpetrators of misogyny, are allowed to have stories without it even though that’s basically never true in real life. like if we’re creating this beautiful fantasy world where men are pure escapist fantasy hurt/comfort misogyny-less beings why can’t the same be said for women focused stories . why can’t only women be the center of escapist fantasies.
also like i think people who come from a place of thinking this don’t really know gay men outside of fanfiction that well. like if you’ve been to a gay club or gay event or bar (and really been, not like, surface level) you’ll know they can be terrible and predatory as straight man can be. i love gay men. i know many and i do love them! i also know that they can be evil. i think maybe that’s why that escapist stuff never rang true to me. i can’t read a story about two gay men and be told it’s so escapist and that people read it to escape misogyny in their lives when all it reminds me of is the misogyny i see in the queer scenes ive been in and the misogyny ive experienced from men around me. that’s not escapism to me. i cant escape misogyny by reading about men. there’s something fundamental there impossible to get over
Can’t go a day without seething in rage about how “Woke” was coined to discuss the pervasive nature of antiblack racism throughout all societies and got so fucking mangled by the white masses across all political spectrums that it practically doesn’t mean anything anymore. It’s almost a joke of itself.
During the height of the Ferguson protests, you’d see posts about how the system is designed to oppress the Black community and being unaware of how it operates is akin to being asleep, so you must stay Woke. (Woke as a term in the Black community actually has a long standing history but we’ll focus on this period of time for now). You have to keep your eyes open to the truth, that’s what it was about.
And now it’s used to discuss whether or not it’s woke for a brunette to wear jeans, or if using your turn signal is woke. It honestly makes me want to puke
Okay that’s funny
It is not possible to think your way out of an interpersonal conflict or ambiguous social situation. The information that you require in order to move forward dwells inside of another person, and you literally cannot figure that out yourself, no matter how good at perception, pattern matching, fawning, making up scenarios in your head, preparing, or minimizing your feelings you are.