Its Teddy The DYKE. Get a clue wise guy

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Its Teddy The DYKE. Get a clue wise guy
i know i’ve been inactive for a while - going through some personal garbage.
but when i tell you there’s nothing more healing than going off trail in the woods, lying down completely naked and eating a clementine (or 3) is the most healing thing i’ve ever done?? i mean that shit from the bottom of my heart
“In part, it’s because the language of gender identity has always been a bit bewildering to me—I’ve felt hungry, happy, gassy, and anxious, but never male or female. Even so, it has been tempting to interpret my experience in ways that separated it from that of other women. This is especially true because cis-gendered women have a distinct tendency to define themselves in ways that don’t include me. I hear women throw out things like, “As women, we all know how important it is to feel pretty,” or “We, as women, are naturally more tender and nurturing,” statements that never seem to include women like me. Not only do I dislike feeling pretty and prefer arguing to nurturing, I don’t even particularly like eating chocolate. Popular culture, and women themselves, often imply that I lack many of the most essential qualities of womanhood. So in the past I’ve been quite tempted by the idea that perhaps I’m not a woman after all. I mean, I’m masculine in all sorts of ways—I am ambitious, logical, aggressive, strong, and highly competitive. And I’m certainly not silly, frivolous, dainty, weak, or overly emotional … Oh dear. That’s where I run into a major problem, isn’t it? When I start listing traits of mine that I’d call masculine, they’re always positive. They’re points of pride. Whereas when I list traits I lack that I’d call feminine, they’re negatives. It seems I can’t consider my own masculinity or lack of femininity without relying on some of the worst and most pernicious sex-based stereotypes. This suggests to me that the enterprise itself is suspect.”
“The woman who checks her makeup half a dozen times a day to see if her foundation has caked or her mascara has run, who worries that the wind or the rain may spoil her hairdo, who looks frequently to see if her stockings have bagged at the ankle or who, feeling fat, monitors everything she eats, has become, just as surely as the inmate of the Panopticon, a self-policing subject, a self committed to a relentless self-surveillance. This self-surveillance is a form of obedience to patriarchy. It is also the reflection in woman’s consciousness of the fact that she is under surveillance in ways that he is not, that whatever else she may become, she is importantly a body designed to please or to excite.”
— Sandra Lee Bartky, “Foucault, Femininity, and the Modernization of Patriarchal Power”
Habit shifts #8 - We are women
- practical actions that can be taken to fight internalized misogyny
Why: Are you a girl? A girls’ night out. Going out with the girls. The cool girl speech. Do you like girls? This girl I just met… Why? Why do we call ourselves girls? Why do we refer to other women as girls? We are no longer children. We’re grown-ups, out of our parents’ houses, fending for ourselves, carving up a life and living our dreams and being depressed and sick, but also falling in love and walking in forests and meeting up for coffee. We’re full human beings. So why do we keep calling ourselves children? Who’s really afraid? Men? We’re no girls, we’re full-blooded women. Calling each other girls infantilises us, destroys our credibility, makes us feel like we’re no in control, like we shouldn’t be in control. Being a girl denies us agency, denies us power, makes us feel smaller than we actually are.
How: Start calling yourself what you are, a woman. At first it feels weird, a foreign word in your mouth, but bear with it. This feeling passes, it becomes easier, you settle into it. The women’s team. The women’s bathroom. Two women from downstairs came up the other day. I’m attracted to women. The woman I love. Keep saying it. You’re a woman. You’re a young woman. You’re an old woman. You’re a woman who’s eating chocolate. You’re a woman dancing. You’re a woman taking out the trash. You’re a woman with short hair. You’re a woman emptying your menstrual cup. You’re a woman staring at the night sky. You’re a woman curled up under your blankets. You’re a woman walking on fallen leaves. You’re a woman when it’s rainy; you’re a woman when the sun is out. You’re a woman, not a girl. So are they; they are women.
yeah I’m a nonpracticing woman. I was raised female but I don’t really believe anymore yknow?
Titled "performing for the male gaze makes me feel confident and if you unpack that at all I'll start crying"
just remembered i’m a lesbian. what a relief
what if 😳😳 we died in the same forest 💀🌲 and our decomposition 🍄🤢 fueled the same ecosystem 🥀🌱 and we were both girls 😳😳😳
Not to be all “no hope for women” but it does feel particularly alarming that things have gotten so bad that liberals are openly saying that it’s better for a president to only just have one rape accusation and some inappropriate touching of several women on the books rather than a whole host of accusations and legal proceedings about it. Like, true, I guess, since we’re counting.
A cycle where the only two supposedly mutually reinforcing points are “bad people talk about this thing” and “if you talk about this thing you are bad.”
Powerful Women
Stand up straight.
Look men in the eyes even when they refuse to look at yours.
Practice raising your voice—do it alone in your car at first if you’re uncomfortable.
Then, when you are comfortable, do it when men interrupt you.
If he’s in your space, tell him to back off, and don’t bother softening the blow.
Nice girls laugh when guys tell rape jokes, but you don’t need to be a nice girl.
Tell him it’s not funny.
Stop apologizing for not wearing makeup, for not shaving, for not straightening your hair.
Your natural form is nothing to be ashamed of.
Actually, stop apologizing for everything.
“Thanks for waiting” instead of “sorry, I’m late.”
Do everything unapologetically. If you have a good idea, don’t say it’s “okay.” Say that it’s brilliant, because you know it is.
If he puts his hands on you, smack them away. It doesn’t matter if he bought you dinner.
Learn to say no, and say it loudly.
Don’t smile at him.
You have no obligation to be polite to those who refuse to respect you.
i’m baaaaaaack
among other things i will be fasting from social media this lent. removing myself from the toxicity of online culture for 6 weeks to focus on myself and my personal growth. see you all in 46 days!
butches own the term “handsome” so men need to find a new word
it’s ‘clown’
A cycle where the only two supposedly mutually reinforcing points are “bad people talk about this thing” and “if you talk about this thing you are bad.”
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