#cw. sexism

[vague-humanoid]

[theangryman]

One person was banned almost immediately.

The other person was not banned until they made another post revealing that they were posting videos of their partner.

One person was harassed and bullied and told that they were lying.

One person was given advice, told about how they could improve their situation.

This is why kink is not safe. There is more compassion and kindness for someone who admits to wanting to kick their partner in the face than there is for someone who has received that treatment.

[heartless-aro]

So much of the arophobia directed towards aromantic heterosexual men seems to be rooted in willful ignorance about what aromanticism actually is and how allosexual aromanticism differs from sexual objectification. Aromanticism is experiencing little to no romantic attraction towards others. That’s it. It isn’t the same as sending unsolicited dick picks to strangers or reducing women to their bodies. When a misogynistic man disregards a woman’s personhood in favor of treating her as a sexual object, it isn’t because he doesn’t experience romantic attraction to women. It’s because he chooses not to value women as people.

That has nothing to do with whether or not the man in question experiences romantic attraction. You can respect someone’s personhood without being romantically attracted to them. In fact, if you can’t respect a woman’s personhood without being attracted to her, then that is misogynistic. However, there is nothing inherently misogynistic about finding a woman sexy (even if you aren’t romantically interested in her!), nor is there anything inherently misogynistic about having casual sex with a woman who has enthusiastically consented to having casual sex. (Because, yes. Women CAN consent to having casual sex without being tricked into it via false promises of romance. Women are fully capable of deciding for themselves what they want to do with their bodies. Just because a woman does something with her body that makes you uncomfortable—like casual sex—doesn’t mean she’s a helpless victim who needs you to rescue her from her own autonomy.)

It also just seems so bizarre to me to claim that aromantic heterosexual men don’t face any stigma related to their aromanticism. Do you really think a man who has never had a crush on a woman won’t face any stigma for that? If a heterosexual man says that he has never gone on a date or has never had his first kiss, how do people react to that? Social norms for how men engage with romance are different from how women are expected to engage with romance; that doesn’t change the fact that men are still expected to engage with romance in certain normative ways.

Of course, aromanticism is not the same as just not going on dates or not kissing people. That is just one of many ways that aromanticism can look. But aromantic experiences are diverse, so it’s difficult to give a one-size-fits-all example of how aromantic heterosexual people are affected by arophobia. What I’m trying to express here is that aromantic people often don’t engage with romance in the way that society expects us to (if we engage with romance at all) and that, furthermore, men are often perceived differently when they do not conform to those expectations.

[froggybogwitch]

The horror of Motherhood in ACOTAR

The title Mother is soaked in blood.

Basically all the mothers we see are either dead or suffering, yeah? The act of being a mother, chosen or not, almost always leads to violence or suffering. There's an element of sacrifice to it, yes, but rarely is made willingly. Often these women are simply collateral to the desires and goals of the men around them. Cassian's mother, raped and worked to death, forced to carry a child she did not want, then forced to give him up by the men who inflicted him upon her. The Lady of Autumn, forced to carry son after son after son, for a man she never wanted to touch, bound to the birthing bed for as long as Beron willed it. The Lady of Night, tortured, beheaded, mutilated, her pride and joy taken as trophies to hang in the halls over her murderers, for the crime being at the right place, at the wrong time. There's a real sense of horror and violence embued into the role of mother, in acotar, and none escape it, not even Feyre.

All of this is compounded by the fact that textually, they are remembered almost exclusively by their suffering. None of them are given names, or speaking lines or any influence over their children beyond the second hand trauma they passed down. They are vectors of pain and grief. Motherhood is not beautiful in ACOTAR, it's an act of violence against the women it happens to.

I don't think this was an intended pattern but I can't help but notice it in the way the characters defined by their motherhood are treated.

[probablybadrpgideas]

So! I was going through the Champions RPG Villain sourcebooks to compare descriptions of male and female villains.

In case you are wondering, slight over half of female villains had some variant of "attractive" in their appearance section, while only around 1/6th of male ones did. But you know, comics are weird about women and so are games based on them, this was ten years ago, more at eleven.

No, the reason I bring it up is because while there were twelve male villains whose appearance section explicitly called them unattractive, there was only one canonically unattractive female villain.

Here she is:

And you can tell the person writing these descriptions has never been on tumblr, right?

-Pencil

[zal-cryptid]

Misfits in Toyland

Plastic Coast, pages 12-14

[racc00ning]

hey dream great video u made. r u gonna talk about facilitating an environment where pornography was shown to minors and "16 is legal in the UK" and literally any of the sexual comments u made towards minors on the dsmp or literally ANY of the negative points tubbo made about you or you calling multiple women whores or your weird ass emotionally loaded texts you sent to a child or yo--

[dathen]

Another day, another “why didn’t Victor just make a woman with missing body parts to gift as a custom-made wife-slave to his other creation :// worst human being in history!!”

[velvetvexations]

saw a friend say "theyfab crusade" bc she was worried someone would go on a rampage if she asked them to delete their rb of her post and having her type "theyfab" in the discord just rubbed me the wrong way as i am pretty much the only tmasc in there like i get being worried about others taking ones words the wrong way but i wish more people understood that not everyone is out to get you and it is infact a small group that is actively trying to harm others

idk the situation just felt off to me

hope youre havin a lovely day miss velvet n thank you for all your support n lettin me kinda vent in your inbox

I woke up like five minutes ago and in that time I've gotten two separate asks about transmascs being depressingly passive to outrageous transphobia and raising only the meekest of objections.

She hatefully used a slur for a group she doesn't belong to! That's not a situation feeling off, that's transphobia!

Please I love you so much stop being so okay with these things.

[catgirl-catboy]

I genuinely feel like Tenko would be pro M/M romance, but for the most toxic reasons possible. You come out as gay to her and she's happy that you're staying away from the women in your class.

[dreamwatch]

Hello, I've Waited Here For You

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #18 - Prompt: Freak | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: period typical attitudes to women, period typical homophobia, internalised fat shaming, period typical sexism, sexist language | POV: Matt (Freak) | Pairing: Steddie, Matt/OC | Tags: Falling in love, CC is a family, secret relationship

I hope this makes up for yesterday.

Matt has always liked girls. Sadly, girls didn’t hold him in the same high regard.

He’s not an idiot. Yes, they were freaks in high school, no one liked them, boo hoo, but even then he was the odd one out. Because Jeff was seeing that irritating mathlete for a while there, Gareth went on a couple of dates with Samantha-what’s-her-face, and Eddie had actual women hanging off him at The Hideout, though he always seemed pissy about it. Fuck, even Henderson and Wheeler had girlfriends, though they don’t live in Indiana.

Actually, yeah, that’s probably bullshit.

And Matt? Nothing. If he looks at a girl he gets a curled lip and a side eye for his troubles. Because no one wants the fat dude. So he doesn’t talk about girls, and the boys don’t ask. It’s a pleasant status quo.

When they move to LA and start playing proper gigs in proper venues, suddenly girls are interested. But there’s a hierarchy.

The really pretty ones attach themselves like limpets to Eddie and Jeff. The shy ones hang around trying to catch Gareth’s eye. And then the bored friends who struck out with everyone else will rock up to Matt like they’re doing him a favour. It really fucks him off. But he’s a nineteen-year-old virgin and it’s slim pickings.

So he leans into it.

He doesn’t exactly sleep around, but if the opportunity presents then he’s not saying no. Girls come to a gig, they queue up for their spoils, the guys do whatever it is they do, and Matt gives some bored hanger-on a good time. 

But he rallies, chin up, he’s going to be a rockstar, women are going to be pounding down his hotel room door, and he’s going to be swimming in pussy. Really bored, would-rather-be-washing-their-hair pussy.

Jeff moves in with his new girlfriend, a sweet student named Melody. She’s going to leave him when she realises he doesn’t understand the concept of putting the toilet seat down.

Gareth moves his girlfriend in to make up the rent. It’s a fucking disaster, and they all fight constantly. In the end, they all go their separate ways: Gareth and the girlfriend in one direction, Eddie and Matt in another.

The new place is ok. Eddie is weird when it comes to girls. He lets them paw at him a little before he gets antsy, like an overstimulated cat. Like he wants it but doesn’t at the same time. So the apartment is girl-free, everyone goes to bed early, and by the way, did he mention he was going to be a rockstar?

Another backstage, another endless stream of girls pawing over all the bands, and another night of Matt nursing a beer and being ignored.

He’s thinking of leaving when he sees her.

She’s sitting in a dark corner on her own, black leather jacket, ripped black jeans, and long hair that looks dark pink under the lighting. He wants to find out what colour it really is. She glances at him occasionally, before looking away as if she’s trying not to get caught.

He’s never done this. Never approached a girl. He’s always left it to them to come to him. But she’s beautiful, and they’re only in town this one night.

“Uh, are you with anyone?”

She nods. “Yeah, um, Sandy. She’s over there with Eddie.” 

Sure enough, Eddie’s looking exasperated while Sandy practically climbs in his lap. Matt laughs. 

“She won’t be long, trust me. What’s your name?”

“Lily.”

“I’m—“

“Matt.” She smiles, shyly. “I know who you are.”

Damn. 

“Matty! Hurry the fuck up!”

“I’m trying!! This fucking—“ he scrabbles at the bow tie and yanks it off for the fifth time. Fucking thing is ruined. 

Eddie slaps his hands out of the way. “Let me look.” He scowls. “Jesus— why did we think we could do this? We wear fucking t-shirts for a living for Christ’s sake.”

There’s a knock on the door before Steve Harrington pokes his head inside the room.

“Hey, sorry, but the bride-to-be just arrived.”

“Oh fuck.” Matt can feel his insides flopping around like they’re looking for the exit. Why is he doing this, why is she doing this? She’s so beautiful and she could have anyone but—

“Hey! No zoning out, we don’t have time!” snaps Eddie. He glances at Steve. “Do you know how to tie these things?”

“Oh yeah, sure.”

He can’t figure his life out at all. In eight years he’s gone from school freak to minor rock star, he’s marrying a beautiful girl, and to top it all off, Steve Harrington’s tying his bow tie. Is he high?

“There ya go, you look awesome man.” Steve claps him on the arm. “I’ll see you out there,” he says, but Matt doesn’t miss how he looks at Eddie as he says it. 

Then it’s just the two of them.

There are a lot of things he wants to say to Eddie. He’ll get round to some of them later when he’s blind drunk and crying. But he needs to be sober for this.

“Just one of us left.”

Eddie smiles sadly. “Well, you know me, confirmed bachelor.”

“You know… if there was something you wanted to tell us. That— that you thought you couldn’t—”

Eddie shakes his head. “Matty—”

“—just listen. Please.”

Eddie freezes, eyes fixed on the floor.

“We love you. And if there was anything you ever wanted to tell us, we would be over the fucking moon to hear about it. And… and Steve’s a good guy.”

Eddie looks like a deer caught in a trap and Matt hates it. Hates that Eddie feels he can’t share the most important part of his life with them because the world is so shitty he couldn’t even be sure his best friends would be okay about it. So it stops now. 

They’re a family. Gareth and Bonnie, and Jeff and Melody, and Matt and Lily. And Eddie and Steve. 

[ultrakill-confessions]

i cannot believe there is fucking bioessentialist talking points in my ultrakill fandom. please everyone get normal about the womb i am fucking begging you. its incredibly uncomfortable to be transmasc in this fandom rn. pleeeeeease stop seeing v1 as a walking baby incubator my god its been like a fandom misogyny speedrun lately

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[mittelpunkt-der-welt]

Der erste Gedanke von jeder Person, die eine Frau sieht:

[kittenquasar]

Since I've started passing as a pretty woman (unless I open my mouth too much lol) I've had a few men treat me weird at the store.

Cut for me experiencing misogyny if you're interested

I'm not talking about like the cute half smiles they do when they think you're nice to look at, those I like. What im talking about are the usually older guys who'll make little comments when you don't, I guess give them attention?

Now I have audhd, learning how to be in a busy grocery store is a skill I had to learn. It's like driving, like a dance where as long as we all follow the steps everyone gets on their way without causing too much trouble for each other. Eye movement, personal space, how long waiting is appropriate before you ask to be let by, the little interactions when you accidentally bump into someone. This takes practice for some of us. This is why these men stand out so much to me:

These older men put up arbitrary rules for you to follow around them, they want you to thank them for letting you go past them (even when they're letting others by they look at only me and make the comment). When passing them they'll make a comment about how I didn't say that I was passing them(???) This is something I've just never experienced before looking like this.

Why are they so weird?? Like screw off guy I don't owe you shit. One of these days when I'm feeling confident i want to drop my voice and respond "sorry bro" it my deep tranny voice just to teach em a lesson. But you know.. Every cis woman I tell this to makes a pensive yep face like this is just a fact of life that sometimes a stranger is going to make you uncomfortable for no reason just for being a woman. I've heard about men being weird but like, I didn't get it until it happened to me. Yuck! And this'll happen again and more often as my voice gets better and I look less and less like a guy. This is real "welcome to being a woman" moment I guess lol

[velvetvexations]

Hi, I’m the anon who sent that ask about my girlfriend saying something to me about culturally appropriating transfems for wanting to wear a strap while receiving anal. I saw velvet nations response to that so I wanted to clear a few things up I guess. She took back what she said after I mentioned gay men and made a joke about forgetting that men exist which still kinda felt uncomfortable? Im not a trans man (I am transmasc +genderfluid) but that comment still made feel weird considering she kind of regards me as a man sometimes, and were poly and shes literally also dating a cis man lol.

This isnt the first time shes said something that felt kind of… “trf-y” i guess? I always am able to basically redirect her and educate her especially if shes being ignorant about other trans experiences but she is an ex-conservative white woman and… it sometimes shows. Its a work in progress and I have educated her about a lot of things throughout our relationship and I appreciate how willing she is to learn and grow but it definitely does hurt when she throws a curveball like that at me. This specific instance was about a gender affirming type of sex that *I wanted to have* so it was especially hurtful :/ and like I expressed in my original ask I was literally stunned into silence and could only stutter “but gay men..” so like. Def wouldve had a talk about it if it hadnt caught me so off guard while I was trying to prepare myself to have sex lol. That plus the fact that bottoming is especially vulnerable for me so when she said that it struck a very sensitive chord.

I appreciate that the comments were worried for me and I did want everyone to know that I usually dont let stuff like that slide and she does have a good heart but Im afraid she can be misguided sometimes… its one of the reasons I feel so stressed about the rise of anti trans masculinity in transfem circles because I swear I can tell that shit is rubbing off on my girlfriend(s) (im poly and i have two trans gfs and the other one posted a joke about “theyfabs” yesterday so like…. Yeah) I have seen both of my gfs come across some wild trf-y shit that was basically demonizing transmascs or making fun of theyfabs and Ive talked to both of them about it and they both agree that its kinda weird but both of them constantly drop bombs like that on me!! So i dont really know what to do besides keep talking to them about the shit that makes me uncomfortable and hoping for the best. Thank you velvet for letting me rant and thank you velvet nation for being concerned about me.

anon for realsies that is a seriously concerning pattern of behavior

I'm not gonna tell you who to love and you're the arbiter of if a relationship is in your view workable but that pattern is something that has to Stop for your sake

[wendigoruble]

💙Tall Woman: Date Prep💙

This series will be told in short bursts and will explore the canon themes of Franco's sexism and misogyny. Basically, I want a large lady to take him down a peg ;)

That being said, there are misogyny and sexual themes ahead

It seems like just yesterday they met at the diner. She towered over him, tall as the ceiling. Her soft amber hair framing her face. Smooth shoulders sloping down to that heavy rack. Those long, long legs that ended in beautiful baby blue stiletto heels. Any man would be weak on sight, for that Franco is certain.

What a perfect woman, the best he'd ever seen.

It'd taken a lot of will to not fall to his knees on that dirty floor. It took even more to make his words come out right when dropping every pickup line he possibly could. Even hiding his pacifier away in his pocket and giving that crooked smile he prayed was charming enough to strike a good cord. He had gotten a giggle out of her, he'd gotten a name even. She didn't run off, in fact she sat beside him with this amused looking grin. Looking at him like he was cute. Maybe she picked up on how flush his cheeks had gotten.

Most importantly, during their entire interaction, he got a date. His ticket into what surely would be the best night of his life. And he didn't even need to pay for it!

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Franco looks himself up and down in the mirror. Tilting his head slightly he twists his hair into a nice swoop with his fingers. He's dawned his best baby blue pinstripe suit, thrown on some expensive cologne, hell he had even gone as far as to brush his teeth for this. It'd been a good while since he pulled out all the stops for a lady. Even longer for a woman he's not paying.

“Don't fuck this up,”He mumbles to himself as he pockets his pacifier then adjusts luparas holster which he covers her his coat,”You're gonna get that woman and ride her to your grave.”

With himself as ready as he can be he heads out to pick her up. It's an anxious drive though. He can feel his palms sweating against the steering wheel the more he thinks of her, of what she may be wearing. He hopes and prays she has on those heels again and that nice short dress. Showing off those long smooth legs that he desperately wants to hold onto for dear life. Franco curls his fingers as he bites his bottom lip. That familiar warmth swirls around in his lower gut as he relaxes his hands and brings one down to his thigh. He's got half a mind to fluff himself before getting to her house. Wouldn't she like that? Women love a man who's excited to see them. If she knew he was already getting off to her that would be endearing. Surely she'd smile, praise, be flattered.

If only he could actually get it up right now.

Eventually he pulls up to her home and he honks the horn while leaning slightly out the window. His gaze trained on the front door and the lights behind the home's curtains. There's a brief flicker of a shadow before she steps out and his eyes go wide.

She's got on the most beautiful strapless dress. It's sparkly red and comes down to mid thigh with red heels to match. His gaze travels up her legs, all the way up to meet her eyes when she's at the side of the car. She puts her hand on its roof and leans forward. Franco swallows thickly as he struggles to meet and hold her gaze.

God she makes him weak, especially with such a perfect rack just inches from him. So close he could just about lean in for a sip. She could just hold him there and crush him like a hot little grape. Squeeze the life out of him even, and he would say thank you.

“Nice ride you got.” She says with a smile that he's barely catching.

“Hah.. Thanks…”

“Where are we headed by the way?”

She walks around the car with even strides. Franco can feel the slightest twitch between his legs with each click those heels make on the pavement. When she slips into the passenger seat he feels small, so small. She has to look down at him. It takes a moment for him to find his words as he shifts the car into gear.

“Wher- ah! Thought I'd treat ya nice. Take you to a steakhouse for something good. I got us reservations and all.” He steals a quick glance at her shoes again.

Those heels could pierce his heart in two.