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This is another tragic example of what I’ve been noticing for a long time. As a student of history, I was initially shocked when professors would insist to me that Poland didn’t exist until the beginning of the 20th century. Then I learned about the literal settler colonialism and erasure of Polish history and culture from western historiography after the partitions. Basically, Poles have been begging and pleading to be included in “western civilization,” at any cost, and lunacy like this is the outcome.

‼️Good news for today‼️

Polish trans people will no longer have to literally SUE THEIR PARENTS to get their gender marker changed!

This is huge!!!

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thank you for the accurate version

help does anyone have this image but like, the radfem version of this? 😭😭😭 I've been looking for this for days

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Aesthetic

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when peta takes pictures of women

when peta takes pictures of men

i support veganism, but i hate peta

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under patriarchy, the woman is always a liar by default unless a man backs her claims up. doesn't matter what the topic is, her experience, politics, science, whatever. to men we're these deceitful creatures that are always trying to spread lies.

look at the depp vs heard trial. look at how little to no men believed her from the start, but the moment depp said "no i didn't do this" without any actual proof they believed him. all he had to do is combine a pr team to spread bullshit. he didn't have to actually prove a single thing.

deppies were asking to release court documents and the court actually did. but they didn't look through. not even once. because then they'd see his messages about how he was the one to come up with the poop idea, or how he wanted to rape her dead body. they were so hyped to hate on a woman they didn't even listen to his own words about how he cut his own finger off in another one of his alcohol rages.

but the moment someone made up some stupid shit about how amber did cocaine in a court room, or how she rented a child, or some other actually insane trump-style bs, they believed. because a man said so. just some random words were more than enough to completely dehumanise her. to laugh at her crying. to use her rape story as a tiktok sound effect.

it didn't matter that everything depp ever did was harming people around him, pissing all over bathroom walls and supporting other abusers. what mattered was to have a way of expressing hate towards a woman.

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"but JK Rowling is friends with Matt Walsh!!!" seek help for your delusions

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The way your fellow men do or don't perceive you is an all-male issue. Setting aside the fact that the vast majority of female victims of SA indicate they'd rather receive counselling in a female-only space, there is zero evidence that trans-identified men present less of a threat to women and girls than the non-trans-identified variety. In fact, there are proportionately more trans-identified men in jail in the UK currently for sexual offences than among the general male prison population.

That statistic doesn't mean I think you personally are a predator. What it does prove is that there are at least as many predators among trans-identified men as among men who don't identify as trans.

If you and fellow trans-identified men want a space where no other men go, you're free to create one. Nobody wants you raped. Nobody wants you killed or harmed in any way. But women's spaces are for women. Your inability to grasp that you aren't entitled to those spaces because you don't 'identify' as a man is not female rape survivors' problem. Seeking to breach vulnerable women's boundaries does not mark you out as one of us. On the contrary, your arguments are typical of a certain kind of male: one who thinks the satisfaction of his own needs and desires is far more important than the harm he may be causing to women.

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“Nothing feels better than 100% natural wool”

(via)

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Taxi

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This could be from literally any incel forum

TW: SA mentions

Two "trans lesbians" fantasising about sexually coercing and raping a disabled lesbian woman who has set clear boundaries.

Note: Please report this user (goldstarcollector), but do not interact with them, dm them or otherwise contact them- many of these trans identified males are sexually gratified when confronted by feminists/lesbians.

"Your hands are going to be your strongest weapons here, followed by your voice. You have to carefully test her limits, hold onto her for just a little too long, touch just a little too low. When she starts to whine, interrupt her. Tell her how pretty her eyes are trying to avoid eye contact, or how you like the way her voice sounds when she's flustered."

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Who wants to bet these "fascist stickers" this person has made it their personal mission in life to erase from the face of the earth are some version of "lesbians have a right not to sleep with males", "children shouldn't be turned into lifelong medical patients because they don't conform to sex role stereotypes", "male sex offenders shouldn't be housed in female prisons." But don't worry, you too can help rid the world of such blasphemy- I mean evil!

To anyone wondering if it's worth it to tear down fascist posters or whatever. I spent a few months last year engaged in silent battle with another student at my school who was putting anti trans stickers up everywhere. I had it down to a system where every night I would walk the five block radius they went up in, and tear down all the ones I could reach, and use a stick to put duct tape over the others. Like, within hours of the stickers going up, I would have already purged the whole zone. I knew the basic schedule of whoever put them up based on when and where the stickers appeared. I probably could have found them in person if I'd wanted to. And I told all my classmates and friends what the stickers looked like and got them to rip them down too. And after a few months of this, the stickers slowed, and then stopped forever.

My point is, a lot of this fashy or right wing stuff is one local weirdo. And if you pay attention, and do a little light organizing with your friends, you can basically make their efforts into a giant sisyphisean exercise in misery. You control your streets!

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it’s not about that i know how to do laundry. it’s that when i was four i knew how to fold clothes; small hands working alongside my mother, while my older brother sat and played with his toys. it’s that i know what kind of detergent works but my father guesses. it’s that in my freshman year of college i had a line of boys who needed me to show them how to use the machine. it’s that the first door they knocked on belonged to me. it’s that they expected me to know.

it’s not that i know how to cook. it’s that the biggest christmas present i got was a little plastic kitchenette i never used except to climb on. it’s that my brother used it more, his hands ghosting over pink buttons and yellow dials. it’s that when my work needs cake for a birthday, they turn to me. i get it from costco. i don’t even like cooking. a boy burns popcorn in the dorm microwave and laughs. a week later, i do the same thing, and he snorts at me, “just crossed you off my wife list.” it’s that i had heard something like this so many times before that i laughed, too.

it’s not that i don’t love being feminine. it’s that i came home with bruises from trying to be a trick rider on my bike and heard the word “tomboy,” felt my little mouth say, “but i’m not a boy, i’m a girl”. it’s that they laughed. it’s that until i was sitting in my pretty dress and smiling with a big pretty smile and blinking my big pretty eyes, i wasn’t given back the title “girl”. it’s that until i wore makeup and styled my hair i was bullied; it’s that when i don’t wear makeup i’m a slob, that my mental health diagnosis hangs on the hook of being dressed up. it’s that my therapist sees me returning to bright red lipstick and tells me i am looking happier and i have to explain that i am more sad than i have ever been. it’s that i dress myself in as many layers as i can every time i ride a train because it’s better to be laughed at than harassed. 

it’s not that i know how to clean, it’s that my brother’s chores were outside where i wanted to be, and mine were inside. it’s that i would have weeded the garden better than he did if they had just let me. it’s that i am put in charge of fixing other’s messes, expected to comply without complaint.

it’s not that i can’t open the jar. it’s that you ask my brother first every time. it’s that i am pushed into docile positions, trained to believe that my body when it’s strong and healthy is ugly, trained into being less, weaker. it’s that the jar is also science, is also engineering, is also every job, every opportunity. it’s that you laugh faster when he tells a joke, that you take him seriously but wave off me, that when he raises his voice he’s assertive but when i do i’m hysterical. the jar is getting into a car with a stranger as a driver and wondering if this is our last ride. the jar is knowing that if something happens to us, it’s our fault. 

it’s that i’m weak and i don’t know if it’s because i just am or i was trained to be. it’s that we need to sit pretty with our pretty smiles and our pretty words trapped pretty and silent in our throats, our hands restless but pretty when idle, our bodies vessels for nothing but a future white dress. it’s that we are taught someone else needs to open the jar for us.

here’s the secret: run metal lids under hot water, they’ll expand faster than the glass they’re around. here’s the secret: when you keep us under hot water, we do more than boil. we expand over our edges. and we learn how to open our mouths, our claws, our screams hanging in kites over cities. just give me a chance. give me a chance when i am four when i am seven when i am twenty-three. i promise i can be amazing. give me the jar. i’ll show you something.

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I thought Ms was short for Miss, like Mrs is short for Missus

why do women have miss, ms and mrs when men only have mr