Oh god. I just remembered the first time I ever realized I was supposed to want to be with men. I was 7 and my favorite CD was an Elvis one. One day, my mom started teasing me at dinner one day about my huge crush on Elvis. That’s when it dawned on me that I was supposed to have butterflies in the stomach feelings about men. So I pretended she was right and there my first fake crush on a boy was created (many more followed).
- Straight Person: But who pays for the date?
- Queer Person: No one. We dine-and-dash, cackling as we run out the door, flying away on our broomsticks as we flip everyone the bird. It's part of the Gay Agenda.
steps over her
puts on a suit
she stabbed herself.” —
the short knife, nayyirah waheed
in response to president obamas address on africa:
“I think part of what’s hampered advancement in Africa is that for many years we’ve made excuses about corruption or poor governance, that this was somehow the consequence of neo-colonialism, or the West has been oppressive, or racism – I’m not a big – I’m not a believer in excuses.
“The West and the United States has not been responsible for what’s happened to Zimbabwe’s economy over the last 15 or 20 years.”
i am heartbroken.
just to reiterate - the phrase “trans* masculine” does not apply to all CAFAB trans* people and I’m really tired of seeing it used as a place holder for all CAFAB trans* identities
the same goes for CAMAB trans* people and the term “trans* feminine” - it only applies to certain identities. sorry to exclude this from my original post.
Lately I’ve become obsessed with thinking about what job/career I am going to have after I leave Wellesley.
The only problem is I can’t really think of anything to do.
Be a lawyer? I really like lingerie? And blogging? And social justice?
So last week me and my friend were trying out a faceswap app
And for some reason it wouldn’t recognise that there were 2 faces in the picture
So we tried it from a different angle and
I was really confused and kind of offended at what it’d done to my face
IM FUCKING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR
how do you make things under the cut? I cannot figure it out for the life of me.
I do talk about it, but only with people I am very, very close to and love a lot and know will support me. Mostly because it’s such a scary thing to talk about and I want to know I will be loved throughout the conversation(s). I would say if you want to talk about it with someone, you should ask them first how they feel about talking about it with you and let them know what level of detail you want to go into. That way everyone goes in with their eyes open and can make a good decision about their own mental health. If you want to talk to people about it, chances are that your instincts are right and it’s something you need to talk about to process and heal. Generally, I think you should talk to another survivor if that’s something you want. At least the first time you talk about it. (Or with a therapist, if that’s available and safe for you).
Yup! It’s not a problematic play per se, or at least no more problematic than many of old Billie Shake’s plays, but it’s got some graphic sexual violence in it. So that’s what I really didn’t want to act out/talk about with him or the class. And he kicked up such a fuss about it. It was fairly awful.
- Me: I will not participate in a scene with sexual violence for personal reasons.
- My professor: I want to be respectful of your experiences, but I think you should do it. It will be good for your empowerment.
- Me: Nope, don't think so.
- Professor: Yes, do it.
- Me: If you want my empowerment why are you telling me what to do?
- Professor: You say no to everything it's so frustrating why don't you want to participate in my class?!?!?!! Why do I always have to force you to do things?!?!?! You should want to do them!!1111!!!!!
i just went to print something and then panicked because i didn’t see my Papercut popup
then i realized i’m at home.
omg that tag I can’t even. “rose this is for you.” too good.
—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a review of her husband’s book in 1922 (via trishahaddad)
Reminder that F. Scott Fitzgerald stole his wife’s writing, many times, while suppressing her works. See “Save Me the Waltz”, which he forced her to revise so that he could use parts of it in his own book “Tender Is the Night”. And which author do we study in school?
I didn’t know this.
p.s. I changed my theme but I don’t know if I like it yet?
aha! thank you anon, I had not yet figured out that no one could see my tags. Awesome of you for pointing it out! Now people can see my mysterious tag posts about personal things I want to rant about on this blog but don’t since people I know follow me.
WHEN YOURE WEARING A SKIRT AND YOU SPIN AROUND AND IT DOES THE THING
Imam Jamil Abdullah Al-Amin (H. Rap. Brown)
Taken from his political autobiography “Die Nigger Die!” (page 124-125).