gyzym:

I know I’m a couple of days early, but I’ll be honest with you guys: I’ve got some apprehension about the approaching month. Like all women, I am simply lost without the d; a lack of the d drives me to madness and despair, reduces me to nothing more than a mere shell of a person woman (whoops, almost suggested that women are people). In fact, once a month I tell folks that I have come down with my period, when in reality I am simply curled up on my side in my bedroom, screaming, “The d! The d!” into the cruel, empty air. Why, just yesterday I turned to my vibrator, Bunny*, and said, “Oh, Bunny, what will I do? The internet decreed that women who participated in No-Shave November would bring about No D December, and I have, myself, taken part in this blasphemous behavior! Oh, woe! Oh, despair! Oh, the horror!” She buzzed ominously at me. 

Just kidding; that’s all lies. I am a person despite my bedamned femality, I actually curl up and yell “FUCK MOTHERFUCKING SHIT FUCK WHO THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO BUILD CUNTS THIS WAY,” on my period, and I’m about as afraid of No D December as I am of death by comically falling piano, which is to say not at all. It is true that I participated in No Shave November, with my legs, as a woman, but even that is kind of a lie of omission, because it implies that I stopped shaving my legs at the beginning of November, that I intend to start again at the beginning of December, and that I did so in the name of a cause. 

Here’s the truth: from the beginning of September to the end of May, or sometimes the middle of June if it’s one of those years where summer comes late, I am rocking it monkey-style from the waist down. And let me be real clear here: I am not talking “long stubble,” I am not talking “occasionally skipping a few days with the razor,” I am not talking “light, feminine hair.” I am talking full-scale, balls to the wall, coarse-as-shit monkey fur. I will shave if I have to go to an event where dress pants are not going to cut it, and I will shave if I’m planning on fucking somebody for the first or second time**, but that’s it. Otherwise, I wear pants and enjoy the extra ten to fifteen minutes a day I don’t have to spend in the shower, the money I don’t have to spend on dude razors (yeah that’s right dudes, I buy your better sharper smoother razors and use them on my monkey fur leg hair, FUCK THE POLICE), and the happy lack of razor burn itching at inopportune moments. I love winter. I love winter so hard.

I’ll tell you something else, while we’re on the topic—I’m no model, but for better or worse I do qualify as conventionally attractive. Whatever hemp-wearing, guitar-toting, unwashed hippie festival follower you’re imagining, I’m not that girl (although, of course, no judgement to those folks—I am friends with several different versions of that girl, all of whom I have met at festivals, and they are all some of the best humans I know). I’ve got blonde hair and big tits, I clean up nice, and I have long since perfected the sort of walk that highlights my cute little ass; as a result of this, I’ve gotten a number of cat-calls over the years. And I’ll tell you what, dudes—a lot of those cat calls have happened between the months of September and late-May-sometimes-June, while I have been walking around with pants concealing my monkey fur. Dudes have, in fact, offered me the d whilst I was secretly unshaved! I know. The horror is overwhelming, right? Probably not as overwhelming as the horror of being offered the d by a total stranger in the middle of the day, but still. You just go ahead. Take a moment. Let that sink in. I’ll wait. 

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humanformat:

stfuconservatives:prochoicetruth:kaiamar:

After an emotional 14-hour workday that included fist-fights between lobbyists and a walk-out by women Democrats, the Georgia House passed a Senate-approved bill Thursday night that criminalizes abortion after 20 weeks.

The bill, which does not contain rape or incest exemptions, is expected to receive a signature from Republican Gov. Nathan Deal.

HB 954 garnered national attention this month when state Rep. Terry England (R-Auburn) compared pregnant women carrying stillborn fetuses to the cows and pigs on his farm. According to Rep. England and his warped thought process, if farmers have to “deliver calves, dead or alive,” then a woman carrying a dead fetus, or one not expected to survive, should have to carry it to term.

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I live in Georgia. I’ve had an incomplete miscarriage. This horrifies and sickens me. 

Tell me again how there’s no War on Women. I dare you.

This is beyond sickening.

2012. The news ladies and gentlemen…

I’m going to shit on everything.

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cwnerd12:

I’m no stranger to the fact that in the Social Justice corner of tumblr, there are people who are angry and who just fucking love being angry and will take every tiny opportunity to tell you that they are angry and why you are a horribly horrible piece of scum for not being them.  Consider this for a moment:  OMG that Dress! has haters.  No, seriously, a number of haters.  A while ago, I’m sure many of you will remember, I got a request for Korean hanbok from the early 19th century, and I replied that I couldn’t fulfill the request, and that in general I can’t do “ethnic” clothing because “ethnic” clothing isn’t preserved in fashion museums the way western clothing is.  Apparently, the fact that I can’t go back in history and undo White privilege makes me racist.  No, seriously, if you go back in the archive far enough, you will find a huge knot of me answering furious asks.  I am irredeemably racist, I might as well join the Klan.  Sieg heil, bb.

In case you aren’t already in the know, today a popular sex edutainer by the name of Laci Green decided to quit tumblr because someone sent her pictures of her apartment and threatened violence against her in the name of social justice.  

In 2009, when she was starting out making videos, she made a video in which she off-handedly used the word “tr*nny.”  Laci has also made some comments about Islam and fat that don’t sit well with me, and won’t sit well with most other SJ people out there.  

Apparently, these tiny comments completely cancel out the fact that she’s one of the most vocal faces of sex positivity out there, and that her message is overwhelmingly upbeat and loving.  Okay, I will grant that tr*nny is not a good word.  It’s as dehumanizing and vile as any other slur out there.  Unfortunately, not very many people know this, even those in the LGBTQ community.  Three years later, Laci has since apologized for her use of the word and vowed never to use it again.  Her comments about Islam don’t sit well with me, but one has to take in the context that she’s critical of religion in general, and not *just* Islam.  She’s not perfect.  And, unfortunately, for SJ and feminism on tumblr, you have to be fucking superhuman to be acceptable.

This may sound stupid, but for fucks sake have any of you payed any attention at all to Mean Girls?  Society deems that girls have to be vicious bitches towards each other and brutally attack wherever we see weakness.  Women *can’t* just fucking get along.  In fact, we didn’t even get along in Middle School.  And that is how the assholes win.  If Laci Green and OMG! that Dress are the enemy, what the fuck does that make all the Republican men sitting on birth control panels, telling women you can’t say vagina?  

Is Laci Green perfect?  No.  Am I perfect?  No (I’m actually kind of an asshole from time to time).  Does this make us unworthy of the sacred title of feminist?  Should Laci Green just give up providing excellent useful information and start telling us to hold an aspirin between our knees?

You don’t have to give up and stop being critical of things that don’t feel right with you.  But for fucks sake, we have got to stop hating our allies just because we don’t agree with them 100% of the time.

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