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Some menaces 😈

feeling good, feeling natural, feeling free (pt. 2)

comfort places

another old lino print that I made and forgot to post on here

…you are welcome here!

Kitty Tsui, 1988

Kitty Tsui

Aoyin, my horned forest witch demon (?) that loves to have a human snack in between

if male eivor can have his t*tties out for no reason so can female eivor ill die by this

In this household we stan all types of boobs

Medieval Girlfriends random doodles

Medusa with the Head of Perseus, Luciano Garbati, 2008

tender moments

It’s been hard for me to be in my body lately. It keeps feeling like I don’t know what I’m capable of, which makes me feel strange and alien and displaced.

Today my love told me to do some flexing, and she took these photos. She told me that she wanted me to see myself the way she sees me. I’ve never felt so loved and cared for and understood in my whole life.

Crazy Idea:

All females should be able to safely exist shirtless when the situation is necessary or comfortable. We should be able to do this without being sexualized.

I have nothing but the utmost love and respect for my sisters who have had mastectomies, but I am side-eyeing the hell out of the many, many women I see lately talking about getting top surgery just so that they can be shirtless outside.

Listen up, friends. We should fight for a new world, instead. We should fight for spaces where the female body can embrace as much freedom as the male body is regularly allowed to have without gross sexualization. We have the right to bare chests. Liberating yourself from the mindset of “not being able to be shirtless” because you have breasts might just be the best thing you ever do for yourself. Your breasts don’t hold you back from this experience - society’s expectation for what those breasts mean is what holds you back. It’s not physical, it’s cultural, and every Woman deserves to be able to to be bare chested without being in danger.

For me, being bare chested means freedom. Running around shirtless is a big “fuck you” to all the misogyny I internalized as a young girl related to the acceptable ways for the female body to exist. This body is the only one I’m ever going to have, so I’m doing my best to unlearn all of the patriarchal bullshit placed on it just because I’m female. I don’t need to remove my breasts to have the right to exist bare chested - society needs to get over the idea that these breasts exist to be sexualized. Fuck em all, do you. You don’t need any permission ✌🏻️

I saw a post a few days ago that inspired this, but I couldn’t find it again so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyways, daily reminder to love your body and boop your body dimples/cellulite dimples while you’re at it.

Welcome Home: The Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival by Angela Jimenez

Oh, am I taking a lot of shirtless photos lately? I’m mostly just asserting the normality of the naked female body. It’s gotten real hip and trendy in our community right now to talk about “not being defined by gender.” I understand the sentiment; we’ve all been fed a lot of shit about what it means to be female, to be a woman, for so long that it just seems to be inherently true instead of fabricated by patriarchal society. I can understand wanting to stand strong, be seen, and say “these assumptions do not hold true for me.” The problem is, when that’s framed as the individual being “not defined by gender” or simply not being female, it throws other females under the bus. It says “I am not this way, but this is true about women, so therefore I am not woman and not defined by being a woman.” I’m gonna stand here instead and say that I manifest my own reality, but my reality and manifestation are not in any way limited by the fact that I am female. I refuse to conform to these bullshit expectations the same as I refuse to throw the female sex under the bus by claiming separation from my sisters. I see the strength in all of you, I see your determination and perseverance and willpower. I stand with you, in solidarity, always ✌🏻️