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Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.
You know what? I’m pretty happy right now. I hope you are too. If you aren’t, I think you can be someday.
“If your intersectionality is not woman-centered, it is not feminism.”
Ninotchka Rosca
Happy Juneteenth! This holiday marks the end of the official institution of slavery in the United States, and was historically widely celebrated by black Americans. The photo above is of a 1905 celebration in Richmond, Virginia.
On this day in 1865, enslaved people in Texas were informed of their freedom, two years following the Emancipation Proclamation. Also on this day, the Civil Rights Act of 1963 was passed, after an 83 day filibuster in the US Senate. This is the 150th anniversary of Juneteenth, meaning that official chattel slavery ended in the United States only six generations ago.
This is an important day to remember and honor all those who struggled against this titanic evil- those whose names we know, and the countless others whose resistance was not recorded and lost to history.
Hello my dears, my friends, my lovely followers—
I know that I have noted that I am behind and made promises to catch up and just… not been able to.
I am in a long period of rest after graduation. I won’t give exact times or promises, but I’ll be here for as much as I can.
Power and happiness to you all, love and sisterhood to women, blessing of every goddess on my women.❤️
I know that I have been absent. Please know that in ways you would not have seen here, I have done so much, I have given so much help. I love women in every way and I will love and help you if I can and when I can.
I love being around older lesbians and older feminists and soaking up all of the wonderful energy and history they have… until one of them starts waxing poetic about political lesbianism.
I honestly and truly believe that political lesbianism was the gateway to identity politics, and it estranges working class women, butch and femme lesbians, and a whole host of other women.
My biggest trouble with radical feminists is older women not accepting that being a lesbian can be natural, fully-formed, and as human and as normal as the earth and the stars.
They say calling it “a choice” is somehow a stranglehold on women’s autonomy. I’m fucking SICK of choice-based feminism. To imply that sexuality is a choice posits heterosexuality as normal and being gay as an aberrration. Just like “queer” does.
In the midst of me being such a grump the last few days, I love the reminder that I have a lot of sisters out there who feel the way I do and that are lovely and supportive. Big shoutout to my lovely lesbians, my bi ladies, and my straight gals who look out for me. ❤️
Anonymous asked:
hmsindecision answered:
I think that we run into trouble when we start to compare ourselves to cultural ideals. Firstly, because they are impossible to live up to, and secondly, because they were not created for us, they were never intended for us, they were intended to make us into objects for consumption.
When we start to have doubts about our bodies, that pain can follow us everywhere—jeering voices everywhere from work to the beach to a restaurant to a gym to our own bedrooms. The ideal against which we are supposed to measure ourselves is plastered everywhere, but the worst place it got plastered was in our heads, on the insides of our eyelids.
But I have to say, something that I have learned as I let myself embrace love for other women, in both romantic and platonic senses, is that we can be so much more gentle with each other than with ourselves. When you look at yourself, who do you see? What do you see? How do you frame it? How do you look for the good? What are things that you like about yourself, and how can you center them in the picture?
If I wanted to be thinner and more conventionally pretty, just like you I would have to give something up. I don’t want to give up my extra time, the freedom, the comfort, the feeling of existing in my natural state. I like to focus on what my body does, how my body is my home, how it looks like I live there.
I think as a lesbian you know that if you had a partner who made your world light up it wouldn’t be because of a few pounds or putting on makeup. I think you know that love is wider and deeper and more powerful than that. And that goes both ways: you can make somebody’s world light up. You are enough just as you are to be loved and cherished.
But the most fundamental thing I can tell you is this: forgive yourself. Forgive yourself for the time you spent crushing yourself, and forgive yourself for walking shakily towards your own freedom sometimes. As women we get sent down a broken road. When we leave the road it’s hard to measure our own success, and for women our success is often measured in our physical appearance, and the ruler we use is lovableness.
Throw that ruler away. You are complete already. You are whole.
Something that made me love my body more was looking at other women and seing their beauty and being attracted to their big hips and their cute bellies and the fall of their breasts and their messy hair. If I think they are sexy, then that means I’m sexy too. I looked in the mirror and I cut myself in pieces : those thighs are flabby and my breasts are too big to stand up on their own and is that a mustache???? But when I look at other women, normal women who arent on the covers of magazine I don’t try to dissect their looks. I just look at them and I find them beautiful. Now my image issues are much better, I like myself, somedays I even love myself.
Anonymous asked:
What kind of weak ass hate mail is this lmao
So anybody who interested in my blog knows: I am going to be answering everything from the past month or so. I am going to be deleting the stuff that is older.
My hope is to be able to stay up to date going forward, and I know a lot of older questions I messed up by missing or just missed. If I answer as I go, people are welcome to resend as well.
Being able to spend the time on other things in my life has been invaluable.
Okay, I am talking with older women about political lesbianism today. If you feel alienated by it or it keeps you from radical feminism, send me an anon or put a note on this and I will tell them about it
