Joy, gladness, serenity, madness, ecstasy.

May 31

I have a habit of not logging out of my social networking sites on Sky’s computer

Luckily Sky isn’t evil.

May 30

How to deal with people who wear unflattering outfits

transformfeminism:

louque:

gtfothinspo:

infinitetransit:

  1. Realise all aesthetic choices are subjective.
  2. Realise that they might think they look sexy as fuck.
  3. Remove yourself from the vicinity until you’ve learned to get over your fatphobia/transphobia/misogyny/racism or combination of those.

4. Look back at them with refreshed eyes and realize how sexy they look.

5. Enjoy the visual differences of every individual you come in contact with.

6. Mind your own fucking business

May 30

Zvevolves: ‎”Here is the thing, okay? Coming into a feminist conversation with,... →

zvevolves:

”Here is the thing, okay? Coming into a feminist conversation with, ‘Have you considered that sometimes women acquire free drinks at bars?’ is like walking into graduate school during Philosophy finals and saying, ‘Have you considered that the color blue that I see may not be the color blue that you see?’

Imagine you are the guy who just walked into that Philosophy class and laid that shit down. Imagine the class full of students who have worked very hard and committed themselves and sacrificed to be here, students who have spent several years of their lives learning about this subject. Imagine now their feelings when you go to the head of the classroom with a smirk on your face and demand the professor give you an A for effort. Imagine now that they think you are a douchebag asshole, because they do, and because you are. You are a douchebag asshole because you are obviously so self-centered, arrogant, and completely ignorant of the world around you, that you thought you could walk into a high-level course with no background and no work and say something profoundly simplistic and totally unrelated and also everybody should congratulate you for having done this thing, so brave, so provocative….

….You are not asking us a real question. You are simply illustrating, for all to see, your own ignorance. You are saying, ‘I have not considered the implications of the question I have just asked. I have not taken the time nor effort nor commitment to sit down and ask myself this question. Instead, I have come into your philosophy classroom/office/feminist blog and shat out my question with a smirk, because I believe that my two seconds of thought are worth more than your long-term analysis, because I believe I am worth more.’”

~ Harriet J., Fugivitus: “A few things to consider when you find a feminist blog”

May 29
gueko:

Tavi Gevinson ♥
http://youtu.be/6osiBvQ-RRg

gueko:

Tavi Gevinson ♥

http://youtu.be/6osiBvQ-RRg

May 24
goldplatedclunge:

So peaceful

goldplatedclunge:

So peaceful

May 24
May 24
May 24

pig gang!

May 24
May 23

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’