#time for feminism!!! i love the dai women

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Clown to Equine communication failed; They are separate species.

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[fridayiminlovemp3]

i’m so serious i need these lyrics tattooed on the inside of my eyelids

[lala-blahblah]

I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.

[the-lesbian-orpheus]

I love and cherish by edits and stuff of my dramatic high fantasy guys, my minecraft guys, my silly little monsters, my dramatic sci-fi guys, my animated guys

But can we please also normalize making edits and stuff of like regular ass sitcom guys

Like where are the badass edits of Rosa Diaz, the crush edits of Tahani al Jamil, the ship edits of David and Patrick, the comfort edits of Chidi Anagonye

I say this as a person who lives in fantasy and whimsy content

I feel like we deserve both

(Ps I rambled a lot about this in the tags so maybe check them out :3 👀👀👀)

[sugarsnappeases]

Would you consider yourself to be a feminist

yup. love women <3

but yeah anon i like to think so!! i will say that the closest i've come to reading any feminist literature in the last couple of years has been articles about the presentation of women in various spanish/italian authors' work bc i'm bad at reading unless i'm being like. forced to. for my degree (not that i'm not super passionate about my degree. i think the articles are all so so interesting lol) but!! i try to support women's rights as much as i can (like signing petitions and having discussions about various facets of the patriarchy etc etc), and be aware of the way i interact w our patriarchal society, and think critically about why i do things and why i think things, and i am always happy to have my opinions challenged and learn new things

[mars-ipan]

this is gonna sound incredibly virtue signal-y i fear but i have been feeling. so fiercely protective of all the transfems i've ever met lately

[maemil]

Did a little women of the clone wars sketchbook page. My ten year old ass was in love with all of these ladies when I first watched the show.

[ID: A photo of a sketchbook page. Star Wars characters Luminara Unduli, Aayla Secura, Ahsoka Tano and Barriss Offee are all drawn from the shoulders up in pencil. Aayla and Ahsoka are colored in fully with pencil, but only Barriss and Luminara's eyes have color]

[margaritalaux-antille]

my favourite thing about this whole "toxic masculinity hurts men. men can't be emotionally available to other men." thing is like... ok. what do you want women to do about it??? that really sounds like something you need to solve amongst yourselves fellas.

[oscargender]

to knowis to be loved and to be known is to b eloved. I want transgender friends who will know me and love me in a way that cis people usually do not

[neverendingford]

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[benwvatt]

i'm thinking about jacqueline bouvier kennedy onassis (known to most as jackie kennedy, JFK's wife) who got a coveted fashion magazine internship only to quit on the first day. i'm not sure why.

whose high school yearbook life goal was simply "not to become a housewife"

who read and translated french political philosophy books into english for JFK's senate campaign in massachusetts because she thought that maybe, if she proved she could be pretty AND smart, he'd finally propose (he, um, slept with marilyn monroe instead? and jackie kept dating him?)

whose beloved boss john white had a running $5 bet with her that JFK'd never marry her, and on her wedding day, john white gave her a $5 bill and he smiled and they laughed together because she was SO bubbly and happy. it was a magnificent day.

who cried when jfk routinely joked that she had "too much status and not enough quo", and she ran out of the room crying when he laughed and said, to a room full of people, "maybe the voters aren't ready for jackie in the advertisements. maybe we'll need to use subliminal messaging and embed her in, one frame at a time" because she wasn't good enough to be seen with him when he was running for president

(EVEN THOUGH A MAJOR REASON HE STARTED DATING HER WAS TO PROVE TO THE VOTERS THAT HE WAS AN ALL-AMERICAN GUY WHO COULD SETTLE DOWN INSTEAD OF BEING A PERPETUAL BACHELOR!!!!! i'm so mad about this)

who took care of him after he had major spinal surgery, and he was miserable and angry, and he still found a fucking way to cheat on her by writing international love letters to the girl he wished he'd met before he got engaged to jackie (this is gunilla von post)

who pretended not to be upset when JFK arranged vacation on yachts with friends instead of staying home with her when she was pregnant (and he probably cheated on her while on those yacht trips, too)

who refused to vote for anyone in the election after JFK died because, if she couldn't vote for her husband, she wouldn't vote for anyone. he was important. he was beloved.

(fuck him, oh my god, she was so ambitious and she was crushed by all of the sexism around her. she just wanted to be a reporter.

she was a reporter, for a little bit, and then she left that job. she became a housewife. she became every college friend she'd mocked for dropping out or not taking internships/jobs in favor of marrying a guy. she became the person she didn't want to be.)

source for all these facts: the jacqueline biography by barbara leaming. it's SO GOOD, OH MY GOD.

like, to be entirely clear, jackie was a fantastic society wife. she was smart and she was a fucking GOOD first lady, smart and well-traveled and cultured and savvy and fluent in french. and I personally believe she showed the world how well-behaved women can still be so important and valuable and kind and good.

BUT. you shouldn't have to be in a loveless marriage, and you shouldn't have to labor under the pressure of american rumors and cry and cater to the public and run away from your husband when he makes disparaging remarks about you.

I believe that fame is abuse. a gilded cage, no matter how beautiful, is still a cage.

thinking about clara bow and how her art defined that era but then married her husband who denied their marriage and then she never acted again and ariel who lost her voice after chasing the man she loved and how masie peters says in her song wendy "if i'm not careful, i'll wake up and we'll be married and i'll still flinch at the sound of the door" and "you could take me to neverland baby, we could live off of magic and maybes, but i know the girl that you want and it scares me, behind every lost boy, there's always a wendy" and "lose the world that you live in, pretend that it's what you wanted, it's a life i could have, i know" and "what about my wings? what about wendy?"

and i'm just feeling like the theme of the tortured poets department is going to be: what about my art? what about my voice? what about my wings, what about wendy?

[meowmeowuchiha]

The more I think about the Barbie movie the more it frustrates me in it's narrative and the thematic inconsistencies

[uramitashi]

one of the most disheartening parts of studying feminism is learning that simone de beauvoir was part of the problem.

yes, she is the most influential feminist pioneer and her works helped women in a radical way - but what about her life?

she's 21 and she falls in love with 24 years old sartre - a man who is ugly, "doesn't care about his body", but "with such a male ugliness he becomes charismatic". de beauvoir worships him. she's going to be his caretaker and, sadly, the main pimp of his lovers.

sartre and de beauvoir are in love, but not monogamously; theirs is a polyamorous relationship in theory, and a polygynous one in reality. because sartre may ignore his body and neglect his physical well-being (his teeth are said to be rotten), but he does love other women's bodies.

particularly, he likes two things about women: their hotness and the thrill of their sexual conquest; sartre is harsh with them: he despises ugly women openly, and admits to only care about how beautiful women are before he decides to (assault) court them. he argues that rationality (ideas) are the main domain which concerns him (a male), and irrationality (women's beautiful bodies) is only given to him, a male, when admiring women's hotness.

sartre was just a philosophical snob, in the sense that he wasn't special: a lot of men thought of work and rationality as a masculinity domain while women were supposed to be the beautiful, irrational gift they could take pleasure from at the end of a long day. they were just less sophisticated with their words.

the sexual conquest is a factor graciously granted by de beauvoir, the feminist herself: she's a teacher; she notices VERY young women she deems hot enough for sartre, grooms them, sleeps with them and passes them to the misogynistic asshole (sorry, i already wrote "sartre" too many times). this is a pattern. if sartre cant fuck the girl, he goes for her YOUNGER sister (remember how i said the women noticed by de beauvoir were already very young?)

the irony is that sartre doesnt really cum a lot. like, he is "hard to climax" and "finds sex boring" (!!!!!!). he only likes to a) watch hot women and b) know he can fuck them. the actual fucking, he doesnt care about that much.

and de beauvoir, simone "first honorary feminist" de beauvoir, pimps young women for sartre's wicked schemes. and this is terrifying - because de beauvoir's works are so important to feminism, and yet she supported the bigger enemy of the movement: male sexual entitlement.

i dont really care about recovering her image, or contextualising her actions; this is the work for another person. but i do want everyone to know that a) feminism IS A WORK IN PROGRESS; NEVER THINK THAT "ORIGINAL FEMINISM" WAS BETTER and b) men like sartre are all around you, always. it doesn't matter how much you love them or how smart and charismatic and stunning they are. they are misogynistic. they would not love you if you were a worm - they would not love you if you were ugly. beware of them. don't let female socialization or whatever it is take over your rationality - don't endorse them, don't support them, don't laugh at their sexually objectifying jokes. don't "oh they are kind of sexist but have other qualities" them.

reject them; you can be financially independent from them, and that was something de beauvoir realized to be useful.

now, reject male sexual entitlement.

[i-aint-even-bovvered]

Apparently some people think America Ferrera's speech in the Barbie movie is "corny" or "obvious" or something like that. But here's my personal perspective

First thing out of the way: I am nonbinary. I am not a woman. I am AFAB, though, and was therefore socialized like a girl and young woman, even if I felt like those words never really applied to me. Most of the time, though, other people who don't know me will see me as a woman. It's whatever.

No, this movie is not saying anything new. It is not a groundbreaking statement to say women face all these exhausting contradictions that cause them to bend over backwards to do the slightest thing.

But I don't think it's supposed to be groundbreaking. I don't think most people at the Barbie movie are going to have a huge revelation because America Ferrera said something that never heard or thought before. In the context of the movie, the character is speaking to a literal doll who has only recently learned that the real world is kinda shitty for a lot of people. Because this doll is literally something little girls project on, and little girls very often grow into women who deal with this shit. Yes, this is feminism 101, because it's speaking to a character who, until a day ago, lived in a matriarchal society where she never HAD to learn feminism 101. The oppression she faces is literally new to her!

And let's not forget that this is being said by a Latina woman in a blockbuster film. How often do you see that? She describes herself as a "boring mom with a boring job," and then she gets to rant about the fact that she's expected to always be extraordinary, but at the end of it all, she just wants her daughter to love her back and have a good day. And because of that, she's the hero of Barbieland!

Yes, it's cheesy. No, it's not subtle in the slightest. But sometimes, it's nice to hear someone say the words out loud.

And honestly, if you're going into the Barbie movie expecting subtlety, that's on you.

[figthoughts]

imagine soldier boy finding out you make your money through onlyfans. 18+

warnings: smut, onlyfans/sw mentioned, degradation (slight sexism from sb), feminism mentioned.

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soldier boy’s eyes would practically pop out of his head one day as you leave your laptop open on the motel desk.

the pictures of nude women on the screen would catch his attention as you excuse yourself to the bathroom. he’d shuffle over to take a better look, only to realise that it’s you in the pictures. all of them.

he’d feel his thick cock twitch in his pants as he tries to figure out how to use the laptop to look at more, wanting to see you in every position, touching yourself in every way. he’d manage to click on some photos, making them full screen. his jaw would drop at the filthy sight of you playing with yourself in lacey lingerie, a light pink vibrator pressed against your pussy.

his mouth would go dry as his length hardens under his sweatpants, muttering something like “modern women are such fuckin’ whores” with a devilish grin on his face.

he would somehow manage to scroll through your pictures, palming himself as he gawked at the sight of you doing such sinful things.

eventually you’d come out of the bathroom and find him sat in front of your laptop, palming the obvious bulge in his sweatpants. you’d immediately know what he was looking at.

you’d rush over and slam your laptop closed, earning an irritated huff from soldier boy.

“why’d you do that? i was enjoying myself.”

you’d scoff and look at his erection, “uh, yeah. obviously,” you’d reply flatly.

he’d roll his eyes with a smirk and look you up and down, blatantly checking you out, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, darlin’. you play with yourself like that often?”

you’d scoff again, a smile threatening to curl up on your lips as you thought about him watching you fuck yourself.

you didn’t like soldier boy by any means. no, actually you hated him and all of his crude misogynistic remarks, but that didn’t stop you from finding him so physically attractive like… incredibly attractive, much to your dismay.

“do you, doll?” he’d ask again and stand up, getting a little too close to you, testing the waters.

“yeah, sometimes. what’s it to you?” you’d cock an eyebrow defiantly, enjoying his game as you stand still in front of him.

“s’fuckin’ sexy,” soldier boy would chuckle breathily, returning your gaze, “you modern women are fuckin’ confusing. goin’ on about feminism, but then taking photos of your tight little cunts. i love it.”

you’d roll your eyes and cross your arms, “i’m sexually liberated.”

an amused smirk would grow on his face.

“liberated? baby, i bet you ain’t been fucked by a real man ever. that’s being sexually liberated, not being fucked by a plastic toy.”

you’d tilt your head and return the amused smirk as you look up at him, almost challengingly.

“oh, yeah?”

“oh, yeah.”

he’d pick you up like you weigh nothing and throw you on the bed with ease, his supe powers doing nothing but making you want him more. wasting no time, he’d rip yours and his clothes off until you’re bare and tangled with one another.

his big rough hands would be all over you, exploring your cunt as he degrades you in your ear, “fuckin’ little slut taking photos of yourself like that.” he’d purposely press his hardened cock into your thigh just to tease you as his fingers stretch out your pussy, curling up against your gspot.

he’d make you cum and cum again before letting you touch him. soldier boy’d position his throbbing member at your entrance. he’d slam in and smirk down at you as you cry out.

“yeah, takin’ a real man, baby. feels fuckin’ good, doesn’t it?”

“y-yes! so fucking good!”

“you should be takin’ pictures of this, sweetheart. pictures of soldier boy poundin’ your tight little cunt,” he’d laugh, slightly out of breath as your pussy flutters around him.

“y-yeah… fuck!” you’d cry out, your body absolutely wrecked as you mindlessly take him.

A/N: this was so random LOL idek how this idea came about but slay enjoy !!! i just know sb would be a menace if he was online in 2024

requests and feedback are always welcome and appreciated! <333

[comicaurora]

I'm sorry that the terfs made their way onto your blog but it does feel good to see you support trans people. Thank you for that

Always.

I think, charitably, that the discourse going down on that post is an extrapolation and over-focus on one element of the point I was making: that for me, determining with certainty that I was cis was a rather fraught process. I was presented with many alternatives, but underlying their imposition on me was the oddly regressive idea that the things I liked, the principles I valued, the parts of myself I was proud of were not permitted of women. My whole life I got smacked with the background radiation that I couldn't like being strong because women aren't allowed to be stronger than men. I couldn't like being loud and boistrous because women aren't allowed to take up space. I couldn't be a math geek because women aren't smart. It was all deeply regressive misogyny from day one, but I started getting hit with it slathered in a fresh coat of paint - all those assumptions still held to be true, but now there was the out that I could do all those things if I just wasn't a woman.

Concluding that the underlying bioessentialist premise was wrong was very important. Absolutely none of those statements were true, and were only ever maintained by cultural saturation, goalpost-readjustment when they were actively disproven, and the occasional bout of lying with statistics to pretend they weren't just Shit All The Way Down. The core premise that certain things were only permitted of or possible for men was bullshit, and I didn't need to surrender the gender I liked best in order to play in the spaces I wanted to. I could simply exist the way I was already existing. I didn't need anything else.

The misinterpretation is the assumption that this being true of me means this is everybody's relationship with gender. I turned out to be cis, so for me, feeling that holding onto my assigned gender wasn't allowed was distressing - just another invocation of the same bioessentialist bullshit I'd been dealing with since the preschool playground. This is because misgendering is fundamentally denying that a person has the right to express themself the way they want. When aimed at me, it says I'm not performing traditional femininity well enough to deserve my pronouns. The same disrespect is the root of misgendering when aimed at trans people. "Perform your gender to my satisfaction or I will confiscate it."

The problem is, bioessentialism is 100% ingrained into the terf playbook, which is why, for instance, all their shitty talking points about trans athletes eventually boil down to "no woman can ever defeat a man in any contest because we are simply naturally weak and stupid and there is nothing we can do about it" and quite frankly nothing disgusts me more than the defeatist acceptance of the very lie that feminism is dedicated to overcoming. Instead of accepting that the paradigm of bioessentialism is a false dichotomy right from the jump, they embrace and weaponize it against the people whose existence proves the dichotomy is a lie. If gender essentialism is fundamentally false, then it is nobody's fucking business what anybody does with their gender. If the lines don't exist, nobody needs to enforce them. And yet there the terfs go, hunting down people whose lives are none of their business and trying to argue that they represent some great and terrible evil, some downfall of society made flesh, something that makes it totally correct and normal for them to spend so much time thinking about strangers' genitalia. They want this to be a noble crusade so badly they won't even examine what flag they're flying.

I love and support the trans people in my life and will always, always stand on the side of your right to exist, but alongside that, terf rhetoric especially disgusts and infuriates me because it is, at its heart, utter cowardice. The world told them they were weak and stupid and inferior and they fucking believed it. And now they think Fighting The Good Fight For Women means turning around and using the same paradigmatic weapon that hurt them to hurt the people whose existence outside the binary proves the weapon is a lie. They're the same shithead schoolyard bullies who made me believe my entire existence was foundationally wrong for years of my life and I will never, ever side with them or the shitty, cowardly rhetoric that contributed to the loneliest years of my life.

Figure out who you are and do it on purpose. Find the real source of the misery in your life and try fighting that instead of the other crabs in the bucket. Trans rights.