idrawboobs:

worsethandetroit:

This oppressive cyberpunk dystopia is nothing like the oppressive cyberpunk dystopian future I was promised.

a year old and still fucking relevant

idrawboobs:

worsethandetroit:

This oppressive cyberpunk dystopia is nothing like the oppressive cyberpunk dystopian future I was promised.

a year old and still fucking relevant

(via plaid-and-dkpepper)

(Source: blurr-d, via herbloodymary)

bocchan:

karhide:

windandsalt:

friarpark

#this is not an exaggeration okay #children do say this #children do wonder why they can’t find themselves in the media #don’t fucking tell me it doesn’t matter #it matters so much #children NEED to see themselves represented #or else they grow up feeling inferior and not worthy

okay, story time: i’m a resident actor a children’s theatre company, and we just did peter pan. i was cast as peter because i’m the only one who looks young enough to play the part; but aside from looking young, i look nothing like peter pan. he’s this little white boy with reddish brown hair and i’m an arab/hispanic queer with black hair and freckles. 

our company has a really devoted following, and these kids are reeeally young. after every show, we do autographs as the characters and have to keep up the act, because to a lot of these really young kids, we are who we pretend to be on stage. that terrified me. i’ve done autograph sessions in-character before, but never as such a well-loved character. who, again, is white. i was worried about what children might say.

over the course of the production, we must have performed for close to 500 kids, between the shows we did for families and the shows we did for school field trips.

and i distinctly remember one little white girl who came up to me with a DVD copy of disney’s peter pan, and she had this adorable tinkerbell dress on, and she just stared at me wide-eyed and after a while she said “i have all your movies!!”

first of all, if you don’t think that’s the cutest thing ever, please leave.

and when i asked her what she wanted me to sign, she handed me her DVD and said “by your face.” and she points right at this little white redheaded peter pan with pointy ears who is clearly not me, as if she can’t tell the difference… or she can, and she doesn’t care. similar things happened with different children, but it never lost its charm for me. on the contrary, it really warmed my heart.

by that same token there were many children of color who were affected by seeing a brown peter pan. a lot of them (usually older children) and/or their parents ask me how i got into acting, and if i had any advice for how to get into it. it meant a lot to me that there’s this whole generation of children of color who are going to pursue the arts, because even though i live in a very diverse area, our theatre landscape is still very whitewashed.

anyway, what i’m trying to say isn’t just that representation matters, which it does. what i’m also trying to say is that one less white face in the crowd isn’t going to hurt anyone. i feel like i’ve heard time and again that white people can only identify with white characters, and the whole point of my story is that that’s obviously not true. that kind of behavior, where people only empathize with characters who look like them, has to be taught. and that kind of behavior is racism.

bolding is mine, because that last bit really knocked it out of the park for me

(Source: rimtiggins, via plaid-and-dkpepper)

musicals-are-punk-rock:

support nonbinary people who aren’t completely androgynous

support femme trans men

support masculine trans women

just because someone doesn’t fit into the stereotype of their identity doesn’t mean they aren’t valid

(via nobleoxidation)

rifa:

literatenonsense:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.

see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this

Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.

(via all-hail-the-ice-queen)

fogo-av:

transwomanism:

Gender, Sex, Biology & Trans Women

Many of us understand sex and gender as categorically separate when envisioning trans women. How do we enforce transmisogyny through biological essentialist views of what we define as “sex” when imagining trans women? This storify examines how we enforce physical & ontological gender violence through non-consensual cisnormative separations of sex and gender. Sex is very much a gendered concept with its own colonial and violent baggage.

Note: This is a partial storify. Read the full version here

https://storify.com/TGirlInterruptd/gender-sex-biology-and-transwomen 

She went off and ya will deal and learn.

(via redweathertiger)

shrimpfur:

Once you start dating someone its like, impossible to insult them

"suck my dick" ok

“bite me” hell yeah

"kiss my ass" sure

(via nobleoxidation)

I’d very much like to punch a feminist.

adventureathlete:

thattallsummonerguy:

olisaurusrex:

true-blue-brit:

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.

It’d bring me great joy.

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I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs

ready when you are

Or if you’d like to have some more options….
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I’m 6’4”
228 pounds
and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football.
Just in case you are looking for variety.


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what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.

(Source: culturistjack, via female-fatal)

iluvledzeppelin13:

sleepinginspace:

mindlessbeat:

mindlessswagg143:

YOOO I KNOW IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS THIS SHIT. I JUST FORGOT THE NAME OF THE SHOW AND WHERE ITS FROM

EXACRLY OFG

This show is called Amby & Dexter! It was a show from Nick Jr. in the late ’90s. This shot is from the most popular short Paint, which is on YouTube.


The memory is so blurry but still there…

iluvledzeppelin13:

sleepinginspace:

mindlessbeat:

mindlessswagg143:

YOOO I KNOW IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS THIS SHIT. I JUST FORGOT THE NAME OF THE SHOW AND WHERE ITS FROM

EXACRLY OFG

This show is called Amby & Dexter! It was a show from Nick Jr. in the late ’90s. This shot is from the most popular short Paint, which is on YouTube.

The memory is so blurry but still there…

bemusedlybespectacled:

lipstick lesbian? no, i’m a burt’s bees bisexual

(via thethingsshecouldntsay)

Some nights, I’m desperate enough to consider
divination, prayer, superstition.
So great is my anxiety of being alone,
abandoned, forgotten, left behind, ignored, unloved,
unwanted, undesired, unconsidered, and irrelevant.
The truth is that I’m all of those things to the great majority of humanity.
How can I lie to myself and call myself valuable?
How can I lie to myself and call myself significant?
When I know that I’m not?
How can I have so much love
for so many
and have so little left for myself?
How can I go on like this?
Because I know no other way.
I do not want to be forgotten.
I want to matter.
I want to be loved.
What the fuck do I have to do?
11:18 PM, September 26th, 2014

I remember cigarettes lit in the dim lights of a graying city’s alleyways by young souls desperately trying to find meaning in their own limited mortality.
I remember rainfall on a summer afternoon. We ran through the streets like we were children again. Laughing, soaked from our heads to our toes - all the way though our clothes.
I remember clear nights spent on rooftops, gazing at the stars that shone despite the city lights. Dust and grime at our fingertips, pollution and thick humid air in our lungs, but still we dreamed of far off things.
I remember nights that made life worth living and days that made it hard. Sometimes the other way around, but not often enough.
I remember kissing by that clouded, foggy river. And losing my virginity not too terribly far from there. Everything seemed so possible, so impossible. That hasn’t really changed.
I remember faces that no longer grace that place, and feet that no longer wander there. I find myself so often accompanied by ghosts and specters of younger days. They so often suffocate my hope for change.