#i love womyn

[burningtheroots]

It‘s heartbreaking to see liberal feminist underestimate and downplay male violence against women & girls similarly to how men do it.

The only thing that keeps me sane in this mess is reading the posts from other radfems who see through the gaslighting, manipulation and social conditioning. :‘)

[vamprincess333]

Hello everyone ! Ive had this blog for a while now but i didnt know what to do with it. im interested in many things but mainly radical feminism, i have been informing myself about it for about 4 years already :p im also interested in astrology, witchcraft and i enjoy watching animes from time to time

im not very sure how tumblr works yet (like, why reblog something instead of just commenting??) but im getting the hang of it, idk what else to say but have a good day 😁

[pussyvanpussy]

[chlorinatedpopsicle]

your idea about female separatism or superiority is delusional. Women are not inferior but you’re not superior either. put all feminists on an island on their own for a year. See what happens. There was a show actually, the women and men were put on the other sides of an island. All the women had to do was find the men and they quit after one day while the men made spears, houses and had a great time dancing and singing. And don’t just dismiss it saying it’s only a few women blah blah bc you know damn well if it was the other way round you’d be using it as proof women generally are better or superior in some ways.

Female separatism isn't a hypothetical thing lol. It has happened, is happening, and will continue to happen. There's larger-scale examples like Umoja, the famous village in Kenya where men are strictly forbidden, and Jinwar in Syria, another female separatist village inspired by Umoja that began construction/planning in 2016. If you're looking for more local examples, womyn's land and off-the-grid women's communes have been a thing ever since the peak of second-wave feminism in the '70s. These communities are/were self-sustaining, growing their own produce and constructing their own buildings. You can find the tag “womyn's land” on my page if you're interested (there's also Wikipedia).

I wish you provided the name and details of this show you saw – not knowing the context means I can't comment on its validity lol. I guess that was intentional on your part.

Regardless, female separatism doesn't harm or affect men in any way, so there's no reason for you (assuming you are a man) to concern yourself with it. If we are delusional, incompetent, and unable to survive on our own, that's entirely our own problem. Shouldn't you guys just be grateful that us feminist types want to separate ourselves from mainstream society?

[sealwomyn]

People’s approval ain’t nothin’ you need.

Half the time it ain’t true.

Just be sure you think you’re right;

and that you’re comfortable in your own skin;

you’re all you can count on.

-- The Cowboy Hávamál stanza 8, tr. Jackson Crawford

[grrrlsoverdramas]

Did I tear up for the last ep of New Life Begins? Absolutely.

Women creating opportunities for women. Women recognizing each others’ value. Women having lifelong friends. Women having power. Women growing up and becoming the best version of themselves.

But also, the way I’m supposed to be glad that Li Wei 2.0 doesn’t get to become the queen like Li Wei and instead she’s glad to have JOB? Down with job propaganda

[azukilynn]

104 Degrees

~

I remember my white flannel

nightgown with the little

pink rosebuds on it

How I burned with fever

How I ached for you

How I begged for you to touch me

How gently you held me

(You were so afraid you’d break me)

How you came to understand

How very much I needed you

To validate me

To help me lose myself in

something besides pain

~

I remember the precise moment

when your hands said yes

Your eyes, your mouth

Affirmations of the flesh

The flannel whispered as

you drew it above my thighs

The little rosebuds bloomed

I clasped you tightly to me as

we trembled with release

~

I remember how you rocked

me as I branded these

words into your skin:

See, my sweet baby?

I did not break

~

Azuki Lynn

[loving-womyn]

Jeanne Manford (December 4, 1920 - January 8, 2013)

Born in Queens NY, Jeanne graduated from Queens College in 1964, and for 26 years she was a elementary school math teacher.

In 1966, Jeanne’s oldest son had died, leaving her son Morty (15 at the time) depressed. He asked to see a therapist, one therapist, eventually telling the Manford parents their son was gay. Filled with support for her son, and fear for losing him, Jeanne and Jules sent Morty to live with their family friend, and gay activist himself, Ethan Geto.

Throughout the 70s, would campaign for gay rights with her husband and son. In April of 1972, Jeanne sent the following to the New York Post:

I am proud of my son, Morty Manford, and the hard work he has been doing in urging homosexuals to accept their feelings and not let the bigots and sick people take advantage of them in the ways they have done in the past and are continuing to do.

In ‘73, she and her husband formed POG (Parents of Gays) which eventually formed more chapters and was changed to PFLAG (Parents and Families/Friends of Lesbians And Gays)

In 2012, Jeanne was awarded the Presidential Citizens Medal by then President Obama for her efforts with PFLAG and as an ally for gay rights. On April 26, 2014, the City of New York named the section of 171st Street between 33rd and 35th Avenues “Jeanne, Jules, Morty Manford PFLAG Way” in their honor.

Happy birthday to Jeanne Manford. Thank you for contributing to history, and our rights as gay men and women.

You can learn more about Jeanne through the following links:

[masculinerose]

I just saw the take that transmasculine lesbians are more accepted than transfeminine lesbians and I want to gouge my eyes out.

Have you actually talked to all these transmasculines in lesbian spaces and how much casual cissexism we have to face on a daily basis? Or do you not consider someone saying "Men are the SCUM of the Earth," to a transmasc's face as anti-trans?

Do you know how frequently we're told we're not really men/mascs, called girls, "womyn-born-womyn," or tried to be socially detransitioned?

Do you even know how bad butchphobia is? Because the anti-transmasculinity a lot of us face is VERY similar, and if you can't even listen to the issues that butches have within the community you're not ready for this convo.

Just because we're in these spaces doesn't mean we're actually not facing hatred within them. Especially these days, where "nonmen loving nonmen"ism has roots in radical feminist lesbianism and primarily affects transmasculine and bisexual lesbians. And a LOT of bisexual lesbians are transfem so, surprise surprise, we both have it bad!!!

I'm sorry you don't feel safe in lesbian spaces. Trust me, we both have our own issues. Don't take transmasculine existence and prevalence in lesbian spaces as us being safe.

[gatheringbones]

[“Too many of us have chosen to live in sexually ambiguous, sexually boring, sexually dead lesbian relationships because it wasn't safe to talk about desire---desire for cock, desire for pussy, desire for leather, desire for diversity. Exploring my desire for men has led me in an interesting circle---back to my incredible passion for womyn. My queer world will have to stretch (again) to make room for my fantasies, and perhaps even an affair or two. It will have to stretch to make room for whatever I desire.

Finally I realize what I am so afraid of. I am afraid that men and penises have so much power in this heteropatriarchal world that simply desiring one can invalidate 25 years of deep womon-loving. I'm afraid that lesbianism is so fragile that it needs to be protected by an iron fence. I am afraid that by desiring a cock, I will be excommunicated, torn away from the world of womyn. I am afraid that if I allow myself to open, perhaps I will want more. This is why a lesbian wanting a man demands so much courage. Courage to stand outside of identity politics, to insist that our community grow to accept all of us.

My lesbianism is as sure and solid as the Himalayas, as predictable as the seasons and the phases of the moon, as familiar as a womon in my arms ("Wherever I go, there's one thing I know, I'm sure to have a womon around me"). My desire for men is as fleeting as good chocolate and ripe strawberries---not always available, sometimes bitter and disappointing, often intoxicating as nectar, somewhat allergic, and extremely tempting.

I can live with all these desires. I will not compromise myself again. Fitting in is less important than filling out. There is a revolution afoot, and it is stretching the parameters of the old gay life. The hundredth monkey. A friend says, "Oy, I'm not ready for this century." But she is. She is.

Just when I thought I'd made some sense of these desires for men and had come to peace with them, my ex-lover called. The butch who couldn't communicate and who could never fuck me right. She has something to share, something important, something very personal. She has decided to come out as a transgendered person---bi-gendered, s/he calls it. S/he has come to realize that s/he has both a male body and a female body. Hir language may be new, but the experience is familiar.

It was hir male body I always wanted. I'd called it butch. S/he says that when s/he is in hir male body s/he desires men; when s/he is in hir female body s/he desires womyn. In other words, s/he's as queer as a $3 bill.

Suddenly, a fog begins to clear. If I desired hir male body and hir male body desires men, and when s/he is in hir female body s/he desires womyn, then s/he must've wanted me womon to womon (or man to man?), while I wanted hir butch to femme (Dare I say, male to female?). Suddenly our sex problems become very clear.

I always felt hir switch. As I filled with desire, wanting hir hardness, her maleness, s/he would become soft, almost girly, and it was like someone pulled the plug on the bathtub, the desire leaked out of me, leaving me--us--empty.

This starts me thinking about the lover before hir. The one with the sweet curls in her hair, the big round belly, and the soft eyes. The kinky one, where anything goes. She loves my femme self, calls me bitch and desires to fell me with hardness, to force me into submission.

Somehow though, it never quite worked. I am beginning to see what went wrong. This one wanted butch/femme, boy/girl sex, and I wanted lezzie sex. I loved hir female body and wanted to touch her. S/he wanted to give me hir male body. When I tried to touch hir breasts, I was reminding hir that she was a womon and was therefore rejecting her power. The lover s/he picked after me identified as a heterosexual woman (although she too used to be a radical dyke). When my ex-lover told me this new lover wouldn't touch her (after all she did identify as straight), I thought, how terrible, such internalized homophobia. Now I am beginning to understand how, by ignoring the girl body, the boy could feel his power. It got old fast, but for a while it worked, fed the rejected boy place inside.

I began this piece saying I hadn't had a man in 15 years. I am beginning to suspect that I've had many men. They'd called themselves butches.

I suppose none of this makes sense if you just think about biological bodies. These girls definitely had female bodies, tits and ass, and oh, so lovely to touch. But there is no doubt that these womyn have also had dicks. I've never said this out loud before, because dick is a dirty lesbian word. But I have been filled by womyn's dicks, and no, they are not "just" dildos.”]

Lionheart, from wanting men, from genderqueer: voices beyond the binary, edited by Riki wilchins, 2002

[reincarnatedvaleriesolanas]

Libfems and choice feminists are already canceling the 4b movement and their reasons dont deviate from 1) b-b-but what about trans women🥺 2) its a woman’s CHOICE to have a bf🤬

Once again proving to the whole goddamn world that womyn are just an after thought to them. They start tweaking when a movement centers women and women only, which is naturally a slap to the patriarchy (therefore men). Womyn are an after thought to the people that claim they care about them and their rights the most.

I saw all of this coming tbh. I knew tras and choice feminists would work hand in hand to sabotage any attempt at achieving actual female liberation.

Its really sad to see though. To see misogyny so deeply rooted in womyn and them upholding the patriarchy is such a tragedy.

When will we ever be free. When will we ever put ourselves first. When will we start taking action to liberate ourselves. When will we ever fucking love ourselves.

[xxconnection]

What’s the hardest thing about living on womyn's land

ok i gotta come clean. my instinct was to lie and say the hardest thing is like, the amount of manual labor or idk, staying warm in the winter. but this an easy question. we've asked this question at other wimmins lands and their answer is usually the same as ours: getting along. ive only been on tumbler a couple of weeks and i already see that this problem is here on radblr too.

here on the land right now we're really really lucky because we residents get along. we have our disagreements and bad moments but we love each other and enjoy spending time together. that wasnt always the case here! this used to be a place wimmin didnt even want to visit because it was so unfriendly. now after much hard work, we have more visitors than ever. and the vast majority of our visitors are kind and reasonable wimmin who come here to enjoy the land and socialize with other wimmin. but nobody is perfect yall. kind and reasonable wimmin also do and say rude and unreasonable little things. these kinds of little things can turn into feuds if the wimmin involved dont have the conflict resolution skills to handle it. also, not all wimmin are kind and reasonable! some wimmin are totally unlikable! some wimmin come here with no intention of getting along at all! some wimmin come here to get drunk and throw things! some wimmin attend events just to start arguments! and all of those wimmin still deserve female only space.

so how do we deal with difficult wimmin? how do we deal with difficult moments? we do our best but sometimes there's nothing we can do. sometimes we make it worse. and sometimes we are the difficult ones. me, i have chronic pain and was raised with a "eat or be eaten" mindset. being difficult comes plenty natural to me! but puttin in the extra effort to have compassion even when u feel like being mean is worth it. and so we try and we try again.

we have a great little community here. i really believe that every womon who comes here wants the best for the land. but we all show it in different ways, and some wimmin are perhaps more passionate than others. some have more self control than others. some have more hurt than others. and some had never once been in a space where they could express themselves freely until they came here. even the most calm and collected womon can fall apart if she finds herself in a safe enough space. it's important for wimmin to have space to be ugly and difficult. it's hard to hold that space, but not as hard as not having that space at all.

anyways, thank you for your excellent question. i guess what im trying to say is that being nice can be really hard, but it's important to try. we can practice on each other!

[thelesbiancitizen]

There's this woman in my life right now. She's sooooooo amazing. She's who I want to be like and she's so strong and she embodies love and she's for womyn all the way. And she's into me. We see each other. Just needed to share she already knows how I feel. To find these connections. It's worth every pain. It's worth everything. Pleeeaaasse keep going and keep the faith and may it be you'll find her too. It's all worth it.

She's changing my life. I'm so grateful

[fakeosphere]

do you ever stop for a moment to think about how weird and fucked up it sounds to say "i love womyn" or whatever but then just whip around and say "yeah trans women aren't real women and caring about them detracts from ~real~ women". like replace trans with black, i dare you terfs, and see how fucked up it sounds

[balkanradfem]

Hello. I am a Japanese lesbian womyn and I have read "Thornwood".

It was so interesting that I forgot to go to bed. When I realised it was time to go to bed, "I just want to read one more chapter..." I repeated this five times and then finally went to bed.

I've never read a lesbian novel that I enjoyed so much.

I can't tell you how many times Lean and Blake encouraged me. The world, the magic, the worldview of a future where men have long since become extinct, everything was pleasantly enjoyed. I had never seen a work like this before.

I never had a favourite novel at all, but this is the first one. I finally found it after a long search. Thank you so much for writing it.

Can I expect a sequel?

Oh anon I am beside myself, I've never received an ask that made me so happy! I'm thrilled you like the story I wrote!

I've been writing a sequel, and then my hard disk died and took everything I wrote with it, and it's really hard to go and re-write it! I had it half done. I'm still constantly developing the story in my head and I'm never over it, I want to write it really badly!

I'm so glad you liked the world where m*n are extinct and women are ruling with magic, I wanted something that reflected how I felt about the future and the nature and our strength and sense of adventure. It means so much to me to know that a japanese woman liked it! I've been enjoying japanese media so much, I feel extremely fulfilled with this information.

Thank you sooo much for sending me a message! I'll be thinking about it all day and considering writing on, hugs and love to you!