I don’t feel threatened by anyone claiming the word “queer” who truly feels a personal connection to that identity. I don’t think it makes me any less queer or invalidates my queer identity.
I’m looking at you, asexual community.
*feels around for his basket for people to deposit their identity police badges*
yes! completely agree!
- Never wear a binder so tight that you have a hard time breathing in it.
- Never wear a binder or binding device that doesn’t have a form of elastic within the fibers. Your binder must allow you to breathe in and out without any trouble.
- Never wear a binder for more than 12 hours in a single…
oh my gosh, #8! The muscle spasms. So other people have this too. I’m very excited to hear this.
Especially when I’m tired or stressed, and binding, they start to twitch .. nobody can tell but me, heh. Though lots of my body muscles twitch when I get tired.
Especially in clown school where we lay down on the floor and let our muscles do what they will for 20 minutes. My armpit/pecs/breast muscles go crazy! I used to find it embarrassing, and I’d try to focus on other muscles, now I don’t worry so much. I also don’t bind as much so these muscles are less tense these days.
WHO ENDURE SWEATY BINDERS ALL DAY LONG IN THE SUMMER…
SWEATY FEELS.
Using makeup to make my face hideous to cis straight white men
using makeup to look like a girlmonster
#1 rule of feminist makeupping club
what is natural beauty made of even
“natural” is not a thing natural is not real only makeup is real only glamour is real only terror is real
“Natural” is a tool of the patriarchy
“only terror is real” is my new philosophy for makeup, thank you
wanted to be reminded of what the hell i’m talking about.
Collection time.
There’s been a lot of blogging lately on the subject of transmasculine male privilege, and many trans* guys firing back, “But I don’t pass IRL, so I don’t experience male privilege and am therefore exempt from your criticism!”
Let me lay…
yes.
I think one of the most radical things we can do, as oppressed peoples, is reclaim our bodies as our own and reject those normative standards of beauty. We need to see our bodies, our lives, as beautiful. We need to not only be ok with our bodies but also celebrate them for their difference, their gorgeousness. We need to look in the mirror and be able to masturbate to our own image. We need to see our wild, natural hair and our thick thighs and see them as the epitome of splendor. We need to be able to dance in the street and shout that we are fucking hot!
Is this easy? Hell no! We need to deprogram decades and decades of messages that tells us that we are ugly, worthless and unworthy of love. This is hard work! And it is only done with the gentleness of a community of people that love and affirm us. Because otherwise, the constant batter of hatred that we face in everyday life will convince us that we are ugly, worthless and unworthy of love. We need to have the place to come home to to heal and recover and remember who we are.
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Post the Forty-Second or On Pretty Privilege (via biyuti)
This statement/affirmation just had me in tears at work. Truer words were never spoken. I need to heal, recover and remember who I am.
(via femmefatalist)
(via untidywhore)
except that biological sex is an illusion, according to me. but I love the statement.
(via untidywhore)
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The Ethical Slut (via grrrlstudies)
This is the most notes anything I’ve ever posted has gotten.
(via queerest-femme)
(via untidywhore)
short-faced femme in butch clothing.
Pressured to cut your hair
so you can fit in with the queerer than thou
cut nails
and long sleeved club.
You don’t paint your eyes anymore
because someone told you
it was wrong.
Your dresses don’t see daylight.
They call you by your last name
and…
tumblr conversations, political reblogs, dorky things
My quite active fashion blog is petticoats n bowties
My personal tumblr is Dirty Nails Pretty Hair
