I find it crazy how guys are such control freaks and perfectionists. They want girls to look like Kim K without makeup on and will drop a girlfriend as soon as she gets the SLIGHTEST imperfection. I don't even think they love girls. They love this romanticised, porn filled version of girls. They don't actually love real girls. Lesbians on the other hand? You get the picture.
Men hate women. They just like femininity. They have high heel fetishes, and silicone-shaped-like-breasts fetishes, and red lipstick fetishes.
Femininity is sexualized, packaged and sold. And it’s bullshit, it hurts us, it harms women. So I’m beyond fucking done with people who think feminine=female.
Femininity is wrong, hurtful, degrading. On the other hand, women are strong, amazing, intelligent, valuable.
Beyond all that, only women can understand and respect women in the deep level we do. Lesbian love makes the world go around tbh.
/Mod A
you do realise those "straight men that think they're lesbians" are the ones that invented pride marches?
The first Pride Parade got organized in November 1969 by Linda Rhodes, Arlene Kushner and Ellen Broidy. They were all members of the Lavender Menace, a radical lesbian feminist group.
Nice try tho.
men’s loyalty to violence is disturbing. when women want a life free of abuse, assault, threat, & coercion, men’s first suggestion is “learn to fight back. learn to defend yourself”. i don’t want my life to be a fight. i don’t want to “prove myself” through inflicting pain & fear. i don’t find violence and physical conflict fulfilling or self-actualising. they’re exhausting & dehumanizing
Here’s something to chew on.
its 2:31am. im thinking about the fact that ive never met a woman who hasn’t been treated like shit by a man. u ever think about that? u ever think about the fact that its a defining experience of womanhood to be subjected 2 the cruelty of men? that every woman knows that fear, that pain, that anger, that sadness? nothin breaks my heart more than that
*sees notsexualized female character*
*crys out of happiness for three hours, has an emotional breakdown*
“As an 8-year-old, Maryam Mirzakhani used to tell herself stories about the exploits of a remarkable girl. Every night at bedtime, her heroine would become mayor, travel the world or fulfill some other grand destiny.
Today, Mirzakhani — a 37-year-old mathematics professor at Stanford University — still writes elaborate stories in her mind. The high ambitions haven’t changed, but the protagonists have: They are hyperbolic surfaces, moduli spaces and dynamical systems. In a way, she said, mathematics research feels like writing a novel. “There are different characters, and you are getting to know them better,” she said. “Things evolve, and then you look back at a character, and it’s completely different from your first impression.”
Learn more about Maryam Mirzakhani at wired.
My goal isn’t to make people feel beautiful. It’s to make them realize that feeling beautiful doesn’t mean jack shit. Beauty fades. Beauty is not reliable. Beauty is subjective and fluctuating. You take up the space you want and say “I might not think I’m beautiful. Hell, I might be ugly to some people, but I still deserve to be here, to be loved, to do what I want.” I don’t think I’m beautiful at all, but I try not to stop that from getting in the way of living my life. That’s a much more powerful thought than “I’m beautiful too.” Don’t be afraid to be ugly and stop holding yourself to impossible standards in public. Ignore the male gaze. Ignore all gazes. Focus on yourself and what you’re trying to accomplish.