“Nothing will be changed if God does not exist; we shall rediscover the same norms of honesty, progress and humanity, and we shall have disposed of God as an out-of-date hypothesis which will die away quietly of itself”
According to several studies cited by Holly Kearl, author of the new book Stop Street Harassment: Making Public Places Safe and Welcoming for Women, between 80 and 99 percent of women have been the targets of aggressive, unwanted attention from male strangers. When she…
This has been all over Tumblr, so I’ll be surprised if anyone hasn’t heard about it, but this is the latest bullshit coming from the anti-woman Congress.
The GOP is seeking to limit the definition of rape so that only certain types of rape will qualify for taxpayer funds for abortion. Nevermind, of course, that this undermines the already constantly under fire. Nevermind, of course, that this attempts to strip victims of their own horrific experiences. Nevermind, of course, that women shouldn’t have to justify their access to a legal medical procedure to the satisfaction of some overwhelmingly male legislators.
What’s important is that a minuscule percentage of our tax dollars don’t go to helping women afford a necessary medical procedure. What’s important is that we can give a big “fuck you” to the members of our society with uteruses, and tell them that their rape wasn’t rape-y enough for us to give financial support towards their abortion.
Hopefully, by screwing over all those women who were raped when they were unconscious or children, we’ll save enough money to continue going to war all over the world. Because that’s what this country is all about.
*hugest eye roll in the history of eye rolls*. I fucking hate these people.
and I say that not to do some genital essentializing bullshit where i’m all—ooh, my womb makes me a wombon and my vag is a sacred portal of life!!!
i say that instead to say—at one point—i had a very nice porn pussy. the fuckable kind that would get me laid and/or married. i nourished it with virginity and kept it a fresh gift for my future spouse. i had a high end pussy.
for about a year.
then life happened and virginity revealed itself for the cruel joke it was and there was kids and cancer and more periods and toilet paper and sex and fucking and licking and fuck me underwear shifted into poor broke ass bitch underwear and I got queered up and explored dicks and somewhere in there i liked shaving then hated it and now suddenly i have gray pubes…
and i’ve grown to realize. static idealistic pure fuck me pussy is not a real thing. and as such, static idealistic pure fuck me dick is not a real thing either. we can cut our kids so that they will have a high end dick when they are 20—or we can accept that one day that child will have old saggy balls that have to be adjusted before sitting and that shaving is a good way to hide gray pubes—and that somewhere out there is another person with old gray fat privates that thinks saggy balls are just fine, thanks—and leave our kids alone. teach them a little bit about bodily integrity and having their own relationship with their private areas that is defined first and foremost by themselves.
Because the dead they are not listening From now on every song that I sing Will be a song sung for the living Will be a song sung for the living I will not sing about my heartbreaks Its better to sing about your heartaches! I will not sing about what I once had But I’ll sing about what I long to have I’ll sing about what I long to have Because the future holds a chance And you can never catch up to your past You’ve to look it right in the eye and say goodbye Goodbye! Goodbye, Goodbye! Goodbye, Goodbye! Goodbye, Goodbye! And I will not waste another minute of my time Trying to raise the dead And I will not waste another second of my life Cos when some things are broken they can never be fixed So I say goodbye To the good times and bad times alike So I say goodbye Cos you can never go back in time So I say goodbye
“Masturbation is a meditation on self-love. So many of us are afflicted with self-loathing, bad body images, shame about our body functions, and confusion about sex and pleasure, I recommend an intense love affair with yourself”—Betty Dodson (via inherhipstheresrevolutions)
Not forever, just for a while. I like the idea of having a bunch of different skills.
I also like working with my hands, and think it would be fun.
However, when I went in to apply at a shop today, I got a fairly incredulous reaction. I don’t consider myself “girly” at all, but in this man’s eyes I may as well have been a fairy princess leaving a trail of glitter and daisies behind me with every step I took.
I’m not sure how to make him, or any other shop owner see that this isn’t the case, and that I can deal with getting dirty without throwing a fit.