the thing that first got me questioning things was trans women who were super early in their transition and not even close to passing insisting on using women’s restrooms and locker rooms. i was like if they’re women, wouldn’t they know how unsafe they could/would make the women in those spaces feel? wouldn’t they understand that many, many women have been victimized by men and that they currently look like a man? wouldn’t they care? but they didn’t and they don’t. and it just got worse and worse. now there’s popular messaging about women’s spaces being antithetical to the trans movement and how lesbians should be open to dick.
it got harder and harder to force myself to agree until eventually i realized why the movement’s progress has increasingly come at women’s expense: male entitlement. like as soon as you free yourself from the fear of committing thought crimes and recognize that these people were at the very least socialized as males, it becomes so clear. they believe their entitlement to womanhood, women’s spaces, and women themselves is an unquestionable right. and on top of that, they have no allegiance to women. they’ll use women to validate themselves but the second we disagree, suddenly they’re okay with reminding us that they’re men and can hurt us.
the arcane fandom can argue about literally anything, but the one thing we all agree on is that ekko, the boy savior, is the most unproblematic character ever, and that we all absolutely love him. while everyone else is caught up in gay tragedy of all kinds, my boy ekko is just over here trying to fix his goddamn tree
WHEN ON PERIOD:
do not crash out
your feelings are NOT valid
do not send that text
don't kill yourself. lock in
do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed
fairy receiver by masaaki sasamoto
“Emotional abuse works like this: You are screamed at, and then, not knowing any better, you stand up for yourself. You think this is a way of being strong. You think this is a defense tactic.But this only provokes more screaming. Going silent provokes more screaming too, but usually it keeps the threats to the minimum. It keeps it just at screaming and not: a shove down the stairs, or order to pack your stuff and get out. So you learn how to go silent. How to play dead. How to cry without making a noise. How to swallow noise. How to wipe your cheeks, get out of the car, and go about your day. You learn. And when the screaming has stopped, when the two of you are in the car or out to dinner and they’re all smiles, all asking for favors, all questions, you are still hurt and annoyed and want to ask them, how? How can you speak to me like that? How can you pretend you did not say those things? How can you have forgotten? But you’ve learned. So you listen to, “Can I borrow your key”s and “how was your day”s and you play dead. You swallow the noise. And sometimes it doesn’t matter who is speaking to you, it doesn’t matter if they’re a friend, it doesn’t matter if their criticism is constructive, it doesn’t matter. You’ve learned. Any sort of speaking, any raising of the voice, any insult and you play dead.”
— Good Girl, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
If all your self-worth is tied up in your looks, you are destined for misery.
roni horn - still water (the river thames, for example) 1999
Joy Sullivan, from "Late Bloomer", Instructions for Traveling West
scissor me timbers‼️
Vogue US // 1993
240824 CHENLE IG Update
"Rains in Heaven🔥"
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