gluten-free-pussy:

It’s always fascinating watching the BDSM/kink community defend themselves like I’ve really seen a white man on here justify beating his black girlfriend and calling her racial slurs during sex because they have safewords. Like honestly it’s just mesmerizing watching them split hairs about abuse. Is your orgasm really that important to you? Why is this community above criticism?

gluten-free-pussy:

I feel like in a way, the vast majority of women have some form of gender dysphoria because gender/femininity has impacted every facet of our lives. Femininity is such a tight noose; nobody can ever truly fit the ideal of what a woman “should be” but will be punished for not trying hard enough to achieve it. Throw in things like race, weight, culture, and religion and it’s a big fucking mess. So many of us have spent years trying to change our bodies (diets, surgery, makeup etc) that it’s no wonder we have such a disconnect to it. We’ve had to chase an ideal just to survive that in the end none of us even know what we look like or who we are. I’ve spent a little over 10 years battling with anorexia, bulimia, and an addiction to exercise. I see my body not even as my body but as a thing I constantly need to fix, something deeply flawed. If you asked me what I even looked like, I couldn’t tell you because I’m that disconnected from it.

Contemplating

epicene-writings:

Well, actually,
i dont think it was a pretty day
for her, or a pretty weather
altogether.

;

The soiled sky and cement waves
met only torn cloth, stained
with wine, sweat, mucus, maybe
vomit. I know
what i’m talking about! and I’m saying
Those rocks aren’t pretty.
Covered in dead fishes (still slimy, or carcasses already), dried-up
algae, and seagull poop
– sticky, gross, and, well,
hard to climb. It made
her nails go black
before time.
It wasn’t – at any rate –
a pretty day.

;

Not that there was no sun;
It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t hot, either,
when she stripped the wind that    
quickly reformed behind her body
– that pile of dirty laundry.
Really, there was nothing left
and there was nothing where
the air meets water
already.

;

Well: actually,
she didn’t feel it happening
she just fell
and you know how sea is
when you fall
from that high.

;

Torn
Cloth, a
broken hairpin,
that wasn’t even
made of gold. That’s about it.

;

I’m telling you:
it wasn’t a pretty death
it wasnt a pretty day
it wasnt a pretty sea
it wasnt a pretty
it wasn’t

;
pretty
pretty
pretty
pretty
pretty…

antiporn-activist:

angrybrownwomxxn:

pastel-hutt:

When women say “But I like to be objectified! Doesn’t everybody, sometimes?” it used to annoy me, but now it just breaks my heart a little. Because she can’t disentangle being desired or loved from being treated like a thing. And she’s right. That’s the world we live in: We cannot conceptualize desiring a woman without dehumanizing her. That is sexuality under heteropatriarchy. 

And what did Margaret Atwood say about women and girls internalizing the pornified, heterosexual male gaze and becoming their own voyeur. We are socialized to have a false conscious.

The psychologists call it self-objectification.

sea-change:

MARY FUCKING SHELLEY.  ’oh, i’m a nineteen year old female in a world where females are basically valued only as mothers, grieving over the loss of my child, disowned by my father, in dire financial straights, stuck in a country that’s not my own, ignored and cheated on by my husband, and belittled by my husband’s friends?  how am i going to deal with this?  WHY DON’T I COMPLETELY CHANGE THE RULES OF LITERATURE, MOTHERFUCKERS?  AND WHILE I’M AT IT, I’LL SIMULTANEOUSLY INVENT AN ENTIRE NEW GENRE, AND WRITE THE FIRST NON-RELIGIOUS CREATION MYTH.’