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People always make fun of butch women’s appearance, but some of those big, muscular, “unfeminine” women frequently plant their asses between other women and predatory men. I’m speaking about the butches who have shielded me and my friends from physical harrassment when we were young and drunk and visiting gay parties for the first time. I’m speaking about the butches who keep bathrooms a safe zone. I’m speaking about the butches whose lesbian rage is only outshone by their infinite compassion for baby dykes.
Fuck your butch hate.
A long time ago, back when I was “straight,” before my very imposing wife was even my girlfriend yet, some jerk pinned me up against the wall at a party.
I was like, “Go away,” with my eyes glued to the floor and my heart pounding, but he wouldn’t. My boyfriend stood by and watched and said nothing.
She said, “Hey, leave her alone, you jerk!” and the guy was like, “What are you gonna do to me? This isn’t your business.”
Very calmly, she put her beer down, rolled up her sleeves, cracked her knuckles, and started walking towards him.
He bolted. I was amazed and I said, “What WERE you gonna to do him?”
“Oh I dunno,” she said, “They always run off before I get there.”
Later that night she drove me home and I threw up on her car. She still drove up to visit me in the big lonely city when I came out a year later, and her car door still made a sticky sound when I opened it.
“Trust No Butch” my big toe.
Trust No Butch Love Every Butch
I am leading you to that resource which must be the refuge of all who are flying from Fortune, liberal studies. They will heal your wound, they will withdraw all your melancholy. Even if you had never been familiar with them you would have need of them now. But, so far as the old-fashioned strictness of my father allowed, you have had some acquaintance with the liberal arts, even if you have not mastered them. If only my father, best of men, had been less devoted to ancestral tradition and had been willing that you be steeped in the teaching of philosophy and not just gain a smattering of it: you would not now have to acquire your defence against Fortune but just bring it forth. He was less inclined to let you pursue your studies because of those women who use books not to acquire wisdom but as the furniture of luxury. Yet thanks to your vigorously inquiring mind you absorbed a lot considering the time you had available: the foundations of all formal studies have been laid. Return now to these studies and they will keep you safe. They will comfort you, they will delight you; and if they genuinely penetrate your mind, never again will grief enter there, or anxiety, or the distress caused by futile and pointless suffering. Your heart will have room for none of these, for to all other failings it has long been closed. Those studies are your most dependable protection, and they alone can snatch you from Fortune’s grip.
Seneca to his grieving mother.
Gotta make space on my phone
How about never falling in love because you’re always worried you won’t fall in actual true love or that you don’t know what it is or you don’t know what is the right way to have relationships once you find out monogamy being natural is a lie (hint: it’s a social construct like gender, only love itself is natural)
How about feeling guilty of being so concerned about it because you are taking part in the behaviour that maintains the gender divide, i.e. women thinking mainly about their relationships rather than their own lives
fml
Adolphe Alexandre Lesrel, l’Aurore, 1868
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Sidney Herbert Sime
“This is your assignment.
Feel all the things. Feel the hard things. The inexplicable things, the things that make you disavow humanity’s capacity for redemption. Feel all the maddening paradoxes. Feel overwhelmed, crazy. Feel uncertain. Feel angry. Feel afraid. Feel powerless. Feel frozen. And then FOCUS.
Pick up your pen. Pick up your paintbrush. Pick up your damn chin. Put your two calloused hands on the turntables, in the clay, on the strings. Get behind the camera. Look for that pinprick of light. Look for the truth (yes, it is a thing—it still exists.)
Focus on that light. Enlarge it. Reveal the fierce urgency of now. Reveal how shattered we are, how capable of being repaired. But don’t lament the break. Nothing new would be built if things were never broken. A wise man once said: there’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in. Get after that light.
This is your assignment.” || Courtney E. Martin
Tattoos That Turned People’s Scars Into Works Of Art.
I’m shooooook. Wow.
you know what would be Great? if we could go back to when being “daddy’s girl” meant you were spoiled by your dad and not a grown woman who roleplays pedophilia and incest to get your partner off.
you know what would be Great? if people stopped criticizing what some people do behind closed doors when it affects you in no way what so ever.
if yall did it behind closed doors I wouldn’t fucking know about it, sharon.
Why don’t we hear about mommy’s son tho. I thought about this tonight when I realized I’ve said many times “if my daddy had been/was rich, I’d…” like nobody says anything like that about mothers. I’d rather use the expression solely about a significantly strong and healthy bond between a dad and his daughter, or drop it altogether
Painting by Paul Lehr for Quest Magazine Jan 1978 from the book Tomorrow and Beyond; Masterpieces of Science Fiction Art (1978)
What’s my ‘philosophy’? That everything is more complicated than you think it is.
Ethics professor (via philosophyprofessorquotes)
Shoutout to fat girls in the summertime. Shoutout to fat girls who wear jeans even though it’s 90 degrees because they don’t like the way their legs look. Shoutout to fat girls who wear a t-shirt to swim because they don’t like the way people look at their stretch marks. Shoutout to fat girls that only wear dresses with sleeves because they don’t like that their arms aren’t perfectly proportioned. Shoutout to fat girls who wear cardigans with button-downs because they don’t like the spaces between the buttons buckling because of their boobs. Shoutout to fat girls who don’t care about any of that stuff and wear whatever they want. Shoutout to fat girls who don’t want to care about that stuff, but do anyway. Shoutout to fat girls who have to work very hard everyday not to care about that stuff. Shoutout to all fat girls in the summertime. You’re all absolutely fantastic and you’re doing fine. Be patient with yourself, you deserve it.
I was the fat girl who wore a tee over her one piece and I was the fat girl who wore cardigans during the summer to hide the stretch marks all over my back. I don’t hide myself anymore
#LetFatGirlsBeVisible2k17