mytales

Sometimes I miss snorting pills and starving.

I feel like something GREAT is going to happen to me. I feel like something WONDERFUL has happened. It hasn't reached me yet but it's on its way.

every time a princess treatment femme meets an act of service butch an angel gains its wings

the narrow ass staircases in old houses are scary enough but imagine walking down that while drunk and lowkey suffering from lead poisoning and multiple vitamin deficiencies. like goddamn our ancestors were going through it.

imagine being a drunk cowboy on your first night in town falling ass over teakettle down the stairs in the saloon in front of all the hot can-can babes. you lay at the bottom hoping you just snapped your neck but no. you’re mostly fine.

Sorry we really went from free the nipple, take back the night, slut walks, and ending gender/sex segregation in sports being fucking milquetoast feminism 101 concepts to fucking girl dinner and "I just worry about fairness if we let trans girls play against cis ones" and "it was right of that woman to call the cops on a black man for existing near here in public during the day time because men are all violent monsters" and "radical feminism isn't transphobic we just need to kill all men including trans ones those oppressive traitors" and I will legit never be able to be normal about it. What the FUCK happened. I'd say I wonder what the feminists of my youth would say about this but I'm one and lemme tell ya I want to throw up. Go fucking read bell hooks or do something else useful please because all of this learned helplessness, gender essentialism, and transphobia dressed up as feminism is actively holding us back.