honestly, this “you can’t hate kids” shit is like…fishy to me.
it’s the same sort of rhetoric my mother used to try to convince me to have children once i told her my plan to have a hysterectomy.
there’s like this underlying…terf…smell. i’m skeptical lmao
you have to be kind to children and mindful during your interactions with them and that fact is completely unrelated to trans exclusionary radical feminism
hm you know what, the fact that there’s makeup designed to be extra extra long lasting and marketed as gym makeup is like…a searing indictment of the misogynist capitalist hell in which we live and not a cool innovation
and before anyone comes at me with “What if they want to! stop policing girls!!” please rub your last two brain cells together and think about why a woman feels compelled to wear makeup to do something as simple work out and sweat.
In less than 10 years, all these white bitches blackfacing, brownfacing, yellowfacing and otherwise taking EVERY element they can find from Black women, Latinas and Asian women to create a “baddie” persona, will stop spray tanning or whatever the fuck they did to their skin, they’ll leave the lip fillers behind, the overlining the lips trend behind too, stop frying their spaghetti hair with perms, they’ll take off the braids (and wonder where all their hair went), stop faking monolids, stop paying to get their nails done like that, stop wearing jewelry typical to lower class Black and Latina women that is so trendy on white women during this decade, they’ll stop getting their hips and asses enhanced…
Then they’ll go back to their very white suburban house, they’ll say that now they’re “classy” again, they’ll mock and denigrate whatever amazing styles Black, Asian and Latina women are creating and rocking. They’ll go marry some also white dude, and start voting Republican like nothing ever happened.
Timoclea killing her rapist, 1659 by Elisabetta Sirani
Now THAT’S what i call catharsis!
ok i know its selfish and that i have no right to feel this way but it makes me feel both terribly mad and terribly helpless to see my friends liking and admiring my mother, and going out to have a drink with her like i know they have every right to appreciate her – she was an amazing teacher after all – but it kills me to see them talk about her with admiration in their voice when they know (maybe not in detail, but in general) what she did to me,,, like yes they have their personal lives and not everything has to be about me but i just feel like this whole situation is unfair……
just realized im turning into the exact opposite of my mother,,, like… the negative of this monster
my mother: aggressively straight, ultra feminine cis woman
me: nonbinary butch who will never get caught wearing a dress or makeup ever again
my mother: all about appearances, cruel, uses her knowledge as an oppressive tool
me: doesnt give a shit about appearances and will cry in public transportation, trying my best to be kind, use my knowledge as a way to help people as much as i can