I just saw a “it get’s better” post on my dashboard and was reminded of the bullshit I encountered on Friday. 

When I was at my student orientation center I stopped by the “GLBT Resource Center” booth for SIUC. I was told about safe zones around the school, to keep a look out for the triangles, etc. and the awesome guest speaker they had last year… Dan Savage! 

Are you fucking kidding me? Dan Savage. You’re proud of having listened to the bullshit that spews out of his mouth? And you’re okay with advocating a campaign that normalizes abuse against non-heteronormative people?

Please please please let this be a good experience and not one of those situations where everyone thinks their being awesome and radical but are actually being total shitheads.

6.04.12. glbt,dan fucking savage,college,

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6.04.12.

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onmostsurfaces: feministische: made-of-pure-awesomeness: the-unpopular-opinions: I wish to remain anonymous. The proper term for those kinds of people are misogynists. Don’t ever mistake them for feminists. let me clarify, do you WANT to hit women*? it seems the only people who complain about this are the ones who want to hurt women* and get mad about this ‘double standard’. the fact of the matter is: this is not feminism. i would never, EVER hit twh and if i did i would never expect him to be okay with that. the patriarchal implications on todays society is what causes male* abuse, it causes women* to think its okay to hit a “tough manly man*” and it teaches men* to shut up and let it happen. the reason people single out women* as to why they would never hit a woman* is because people hit women* solely because they are women and because they want to hit women because they are weak. saying “i would never hit a woman*” is not followed up with “but i will hit ever single man* i ever see ever,” it’s usually making a statement that you will never engage in domestic abuse because you do not respect women* and do not view them as your equals. get your head out of your as and stop masturbating while you mutter the word “equal rights, equal fights.” be a decent fucking human being and understand that feminism fights against all types of abuse. What pisses me off the most is that when people find out I’m a feminist this is the first case they jump my shit about. They are so freaked out that I seem to obviously support violence against men but not women because feminism is all about ~girl power becuz we’re better dan boiis~. I just want to scream “stop listening to the fauxfeminist bullshit!” Ugh. I don’t know what pisses me off more, that they are all super concerned about this one topic in particular or the fact that the only thing they know about feminists is the bullshit the media tells them it’s about. 

onmostsurfaces:

feministische:

made-of-pure-awesomeness:

the-unpopular-opinions:

I wish to remain anonymous.

The proper term for those kinds of people are misogynists. Don’t ever mistake them for feminists.

let me clarify, do you WANT to hit women*? it seems the only people who complain about this are the ones who want to hurt women* and get mad about this ‘double standard’. the fact of the matter is: this is not feminism. i would never, EVER hit twh and if i did i would never expect him to be okay with that. the patriarchal implications on todays society is what causes male* abuse, it causes women* to think its okay to hit a “tough manly man*” and it teaches men* to shut up and let it happen.

the reason people single out women* as to why they would never hit a woman* is because people hit women* solely because they are women and because they want to hit women because they are weak. saying “i would never hit a woman*” is not followed up with “but i will hit ever single man* i ever see ever,” it’s usually making a statement that you will never engage in domestic abuse because you do not respect women* and do not view them as your equals.

get your head out of your as and stop masturbating while you mutter the word “equal rights, equal fights.” be a decent fucking human being and understand that feminism fights against all types of abuse.

What pisses me off the most is that when people find out I’m a feminist this is the first case they jump my shit about. They are so freaked out that I seem to obviously support violence against men but not women because feminism is all about ~girl power becuz we’re better dan boiis~. I just want to scream “stop listening to the fauxfeminist bullshit!” Ugh. I don’t know what pisses me off more, that they are all super concerned about this one topic in particular or the fact that the only thing they know about feminists is the bullshit the media tells them it’s about. 

6.03.12.

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(Source: nsfwhumor, via most-awkward-moments)

6.03.12.

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Pooooortia!

Pooooortia!

6.03.12.

2218
nevver: Sex cult

nevver:

Sex cult

6.02.12.

462
Ahhhh! Lookie what just came in the mail all the way from the Czech Republic! I’m so excited to start bleeding just so I can try my new baby out! :DDDD

Ahhhh! Lookie what just came in the mail all the way from the Czech Republic! I’m so excited to start bleeding just so I can try my new baby out! :DDDD

6.02.12.

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[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

videohall:

Wow that’s amazing, I thought it was fake after seeing them draw on the paper. That alone is ingenious.

6.02.12.

167897
thecakebar: eggless cookie dough truffles 

thecakebar:

eggless cookie dough truffles 

6.02.12.

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lookbookdotnu: Trailer Park Tramp. (by Brittany Burnett)

lookbookdotnu:

Trailer Park Tramp. (by Brittany Burnett)

6.02.12.

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“ Often when I imagine you
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer
and I am dark, I am forest. ”

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours I (via slychedelic)

(Source: freyjageist, via thesecretofexistence)

6.02.12.

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“ It’s a mystery of human chemistry and I don’t understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home. ”

Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via amindlessphilosopher)

(Source: gaws, via adashofsunshine)

6.01.12.

614

nom-chompsky:

ugly-feelings:

sometimes i just want to get a fake orange spray tan and bleach my hair blonde and wear hollister and a&f and american eagle and uggs exclusively and wear frosted lipglosses and make ducklips faces and care about jersey shore and gossip girl. because apparently “nice” dudes hate when girls that because it’s “fake”, it’s “slutty”, it’s overdone/tasteless/”dumb” but fuck you. everything is fake. all persona is persona including what you’ve been conditioned to perceive as a “neutral”/”inoffensive” appearance.

because i don’t want your “respect”, and i certainly don’t need your advice on how to “respect” a body. i don’t need your fake concern about skin cancer and burns on my scalp when my body doesn’t even feel like mine sometimes. when breast cancer becomes selling sex to teenage boys who wouldn’t tell you about the lump in your breast they felt while they were feeling you up. your concern for my body will always be mediocre until it is mine to create/destroy/create, and even then it wouldn’t even matter because you do not inhabit this flesh, or these organs, or this mucus/snot/bile/blood/spit/fluid/fluid/fluid. so stop trying to crawl into my bed of skin, asshole. stop trying to own my ugliness. you can’t have it. too bad, so sad.

i don’t want you to wait before i leave the room to talk about how gross i am. i want my skin to be greasy and leave big orange stains on every man who touches me and who i choose to touch. i want my hair to make you puke. i want my clothes to remind you of how capitalism lives in tube tops and booty shorts just as well as it does in jeans and a t-shirt or whatever the fuck makes you feel like the girl you wanna fuck is real “authentic”, real “down-to-earth” or whatever. i want to remind you that every picture is posed. no expression can be pure when you can see the camera and the camera can see you. i want you to know that i spent three goddamn hours straightening my hair and putting on my eyeliner over and over again and removing it over and over again so there’s light grey rings under my eyes and when i reapplied my lipgloss for the 20th time tonight in the backseat of my best friend’s car it hit a pothole so it’s smudging against my lipliner and i’m still not “sexy” to your pretentious jonh lennon art school ass. my labor is MINE, and it’s ugly because god loves ugly. i wasn’t put on this earth to give you a hard on. i want to scream and drink and grind to shitty club music because i want to scare the living shit out of you. i want you to go home and post a facebook update about how “our generation is doomed” and get twenty likes from all your pretentious john lennon art school friends and all your fedora-wearing self-entitled pasty sarcastic bros and all your edgewatch xvx police officers and all your “nice guy” indie rock microbrew date rapists who all secretly wish they could make a man want to remove himself from this earth just by getting a spraytan.

i don’t want you to want to fuck me, BRO. i want you to have to look at me. i want to be the bright orange flesh you don’t want to fuck but you also can’t ignore. i want you to be very, very scared of what is going to come out of my mouth. i want you to cringe at the sound of my voice because it is both too feminine and too loud. your disgust makes me even louder, even more powerful. and it’s so funny to me, so funny to me, because you know and i know we are both just pretending we aren’t aware that deep down you so badly wish you could be a monster, too.

bolded my fave parts

(via historicalslut)

6.01.12.

4447

(Source: r-o-c-k-a-b-i-l-l-y, via tslisar)

6.01.12.

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It’s 5 A.M. and the only reason for why I was able to sleep these past four hours was Sabreena, running her hands through my curls and whispering to me. But now I’m awake again. Stark and true. I still can’t login into saluki net and get working on my math test. Their servers are down. Fabulous. Today- well, in just a few hours - I will have my student orientation (which I didn’t call and schedule correctly so I’m still going to have to come back on Monday to get my fin. aid taken care of). The house here looks… clean. Not a state of being that I’m used to it occupying. The dishes are all done up, the magnets taken down from the fridge, the extra towels and super hero cups aren’t piled in a corner of the bathroom. The first signs that they are leaving, packing up - that their home here isn’t permanent. Sabreena is free and she’s moving towards it with a smile. I’m free? But I feel so trapped and set in my motions. College looms ahead and I am excited? Scared. Nervous, anxious, but happy? Yes. Happy. Erik will be with me; Satchamapod will always be there. Skin that I graze with my own. Hearts that I can fall asleep near and not be afraid. 

Oriented. That’s exactly what I would like to be right now. 

6.01.12. summmer,college?,adult lyfe,whispered fears,

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