Lesbian mess, doing my bess... t

IT'S THE WORLDS MOST MARVELOUS SUNDAY IT'S HER BIRTHDAY AND A SUNDAY? OOOOHHHH BABYY

my bonnies

This is - legitimately - my favourite delivery of Shakespeare I have EVER seen (and I have seen some good-ass productions yo, in the Globe Theatre itself even). Like seriously, even though the words are unchanged, he’s stripped away ALL of the archaic pretense and assumed grandeur of ~presenting the bard~ that makes even the most wildly talented of actors and innovative of productions inherently inaccessible to a modern audience. Like, they’re still great, they can still communicate the message and (some) of the nuance, but they’re still always a step removed from being identifiable to any viewer’s lived experience. They’re still always reciting 15th century poetry. But this guy? This guy is like, screw iambic pentameter, to hell with being precious about the material, HOW WOULD AN ACTUAL PERSON SAY THIS SHIT?

A post about this went round recently, and I’m delighted to announce she’s since come out as trans and goes by Jasmine 🏳️‍⚧️

science: "yup this healthcare will dramatically reduce her chances of depression and suicide and there's a regret rate so low it's miraculous 👍"

consider how thoroughly and constantly scrutinized and punished we are for perceived failures to live up to the narrow patriarchal standards of womanhood. men are not punished for failing to achieve womanhood. if they are punished for femininity, it's because they are failing to achieve manhood

a woman in a dress is criticized for not looking good enough in it. her body is scrutinized, every detail judged against stereotypical, patriarchal ideals, any feature considered masculine ruthlessly stigmatized