December 2010
Within five minutes of putting my binder on this...
Ma: Where did your boobs go?
Dylan: Huh? Oh, nowhere.
Ma: So is it tape?
Dylan: Nah, tape hurts, ma. It's a binder. (*Lengthy explanation of how it works*)
Ma: Uh huh. That sure is a lot of boob to push down. Mine just lay flat on their own.
Dylan: Well ma, some of us aren't that lucky.
“Most women look at magazines and then they just feel bad about themselves but...”
– Tegan Quin (via natheriot)
Dec. 12, 2010
I don’t want something normal. I want something beautiful.
I want to come home and kiss you under the naked branches. Leaves crunching under our feet, nothing hidden except the earth, blanketed and restful in its much needed sleep.
I want to be able to trust that that is all that’s hidden.
Can you give me that? You dared me to love you, and I did. Now it’s my turn. I...
the patriarchy phrasebook →
humorlessfeminist:
Patriarchy: ‘He loved women’ Translation: ‘He fucked a lot of women’
Patriarchy: ‘You’re a feminazi/ bitch/ dyke/ delusional woman/ whore/ desperate for a fuck’ Translation: ‘I am threatened by your argument and am scared of you and it’
Patriarchy: ‘Smile, love!’ Translation: ‘Why are you not deferential to my masculinity?’
Patriarchy: ‘I’m not being racist/ sexist/...
Do you use Boy Words or Girl Words? →
genderqueer:
I met Alec when he was 3 years old. I was coming over to babysit – I had met some of Alec’s parents (4 of the 7 of them) at a polyamory event. Seven parents, all over the gender and sexuality spectrum. Eleven children, ages five months through 12 years. Two big houses. Alec was the only kid in the living room when I knocked. He full on bounded toward the door. (…)
“Hey,...
