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Secret: I’ve been on and off suicidal since I was nine.
And probably have had major depression longer than that. I’m technically on medication for it now but if it’s doing anything at all it barely takes the edge off.
And just having that horrible suffocating panic of not being able to deal with what morning’s going to bring and want to do anything to avoid it.
Really fucking scared right now ad the rest of the world is out partying for St. P’s and fvd vfbm fbgfskjnbkqefg
Everything’s one tiny step forward and six steps back and my entire life is crashing and burning irreparably. I’m not a kid anymore, I don’t have time to get my shit together, like this is it and I blew it because that’s what I always do.
And I can’t remember ever being really happy for most of my life and I’m just so tired. I mean, why wouldn’t I just want it all over?
So yeah, the gig is up. You came to the wrong place for one of those awesome powerful pro radical blogs. I tried.
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I am a radical feminist because I don’t let anyone tell me what to believe or how to live, including and especially other women.
Sharing common chromosomes and physical attributes does not automatically enter me into some kind of sisterhood. I do not have to follow or agree with any other ideals or ideas than my own simply because I am a woman. We are not ‘all in it together’, I shouldn’t be on any side. I am a goddamn person and so are the proverbial You. So let’s just agree to disagree on things, because the second you tell someone their view or opinion is wrong (anti-feminist, anti-woman, non-liberal, chauvenistic, etc) just because you both call yourselves feminists and happen to clash? Then what. What is this about anyway.
Don’t speak up as a woman, or as a feminist, speak up for yourself. Be the person and not the brand. There is no one kind of feminism.
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Posted on February 26, 2012 via did you know? with 8,697 notes
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I love butch girls. Girls with slick, shiny, barbershop haircuts, trimmed so short your fingertips can barely grip it. Girls with shirts that button the other way. Girls that swagger… Girls who get stared at in the ladies’ room, girls who shop in the boys department, girls who live every moment looking like they weren’t supposed to. Girls with hands that touch me like they have been exploring my body their entire lives… It is the girls that get called sir every day who make me catch my breath, the girls with strong jaws who buckle my knees, the girls who are a different gender who make me want to lay down for them.
- Tristan Taormino (via tranquality)
Reblogging again because it is so revenant.
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So true, although I’m not exclusively into more masculine women at all, I really admire and am attracted to androgyny probably because I’m so naturally femme myself.
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Posted on February 24, 2012 via Shades of Life with 1,224 notes
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HELLO MY FIRST FOLLOWERS
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Victorian Manner: Consent
Consent is one of the single most important aspect of any relationship, especially one that is sexual or might become sexual. The biggest thing to remember about consent is that it is not ongoing, meaning that a partner may give consent at one…
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So I’ve got a date with a girl I really like tomorrow.
We’ve never met in person, and although she knows I’m far from slim and says it’s fine I’m still terrified of going into something like this with someone whose attractiveness waaaay outweighs my own. (And she’s GORGEOUS, like tall and slim and stunning)
I’m not sure whether it’s because I genuinely believe that the other party will always see me as physically inferior and reject me or always think they can do better/be very likely to cheat/move on or whether I just don’t think my own insecurity could stand to be around somebody who’s just a mirror onto my own self loathing because they have all the traits I envy/lack.
Ugh.
I really do want to take my shot at dating/relationships now before I get much older/shut in/paranoid about it but this is one constant paradox I always seem to have.
I’m not really attracted to girls my size or bigger, but slimmer women intimidate e to the point where I convince myself they could never want me and if they did there’s something wrong with them or if not I couldn’t stand to be with them because they’re so beautiful ad I’m not.
And I know this isn’t rational or anything but it’s real to me and I’m sick of it fucking up my life.
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On a somewhat serious note today because of a conversation the other day:
I am sure every girl can recall, at least once as a child, coming home and telling their parents, uncle, aunt or grandparent about a boy who had pulled her hair, hit her, teased her, pushed her or committed some other playground crime. I will bet money that most of those, if not all, will tell you that they were told “Oh, that just means he likes you”. I never really thought much about it before having a daughter of my own. I find it appalling that this line of bullshit is still being fed to young children. Look, if you want to tell your child that being verbally and/or physically abused is an acceptable sign of affection, i urge you to rethink your parenting strategy. If you try and feed MY daughter that crap, you better bring protective gear because I am going to shower you with the brand of “affection” you are endorsing.
When the fuck was it decided that we should start teaching our daughters to accept being belittled, disrespected and abused as endearing treatment? And we have the audacity to wonder why women stay in abusive relationships? How did society become so oblivious to the fact that we were conditioning our daughters to endure abusive treatment, much less view it as romantic overtures? Is this where the phrase “hitting on girls” comes from? Well, here is a tip: Save the “it’s so cute when he gets hateful/physical with her because it means he loves her” asshattery for your own kids, not mine. While you’re at it, keep them away from my kids until you decide to teach them respect and boundaries.
My daughter is `10 years old and has come home on more than one occasion recounting an incident at school in which she was teased or harassed by a male classmate. There has been several times when someone that she was retelling the story to responded with the old, “that just means he likes you” line. Wrong. I want my daughter to know that being disrespected is NEVER acceptable. I want my daughter to know that if someone likes her and respects her, much less LOVES her, they don’t hurt her and they don’t put her down. I want my daughter to know that the boy called her ugly or pushed her or pulled her hair didn’t do it because he admires her, it is because he is a little asshole and assholes are an occurrence of society that will have to be dealt with for the rest of her life. I want my daughter to know how to deal with assholes she will encounter throughout her life. For now, I want my daughter to know that if someone is verbally harassing her, she should tell the teacher and if the teacher does nothing, she should tell me. If someone physically touches her, tell the teacher then, if it continues, to yell, “STOP TOUCHING/PUNCHING/PUSHING ME” in the middle of class or the hallway, then tell me. Last year, one little boy stole her silly bandz from her. He just grabbed her and yanked a handful of them off of her wrist. When I went to the school to address the incident, the teacher smiled and explained it away to her, in front of me, “he probably has a crush on you”. Okay, the boy walked up to my daughter, grabbed and held her by the arm and forcibly removed her bracelets from her as she struggled and you want to convince her that she should be flattered? Fuck off. I am going to punch you in the face but I hope you realize it is just my way of thanking you for the great advice you gave my daughter. If these same advice givers’ sons came home crying because another male classmate was pushing them, pulling their hair, hitting them or calling them names, I would bet dollars to donuts they would tell him to defend themselves and kick the kid’s ass, if necessary. They sure as shit wouldn’t say, “he probably just wants a play date”.
I will teach my daughter to accept nothing less than respect. Anyone who hurts her physically or emotionally doesn’t deserve her respect, friendship or love. I will teach my boys the same thing as well as the fact that hitting on girls doesn’t involve hitting girls. I can’t teach my daughter to respect herself if I am teaching her that no one else has to respect her. I can’t raise sons that respect women, if I teach them that bullying is a valid expression of affection.
The next time that someone offers up that little “secret” to my daughter, I am going to slap the person across the face and yell, “I LOVE YOU”.
You Didn’t Thank Me For Punching You in the Face « Views from the Couch (via golden-notebook)
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Posted on February 18, 2012 via the gold notebook with 17,986 notes
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I just bought two sweaters with horizontal stripes.
I feel like I just struck a blow for fat chicks everywhere.
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Idea for one of my finals (:
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