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being so fr when I say that transmisogyny has put feminism back like 50 years

what i thought we had distanced ourselves from was the reduction of women to vaginas and wombs and the ability to bear children. i thought we had progressed past ‘dresses are for women and pants are for men.’ i thought we progressed past the idea that someone is less of a woman if she does not adhere strictly to beauty standards. i thought we progressed past the idea that naturally being comfortable adhering to highly feminine standards is vulgar. but i (sarcastically) guess no one could have predicted that trans-exclusive feminism would be the downfall of all the progress we’ve made

I’m going to die today

fellow mr. beast haters and skeptics...they all doubted us but we knew.

The backstory for the horse is that he injures anyone who tries to ride him

I love him. The murder just shines out of his beautiful face

“okay 💖 yay💖” really changed a generation

@darth-salem-emperor-of-earth

I definitely read this in her voice

Wheres the account that can identify every Godzilla costume. I need to ask which one was the thickest.

I love the message and artstyle but did they have to give the cute lovable gator depression? T^T carry on lil buddy, this too shall pass

The gator is the whole point. It's a stand-in for the author that has felt the need to suppress the aspects of themself that others find unappealing, their anger, their sadness, the things people find abrasive or just "weird" in order to make themself more digestible for the people around them because the alternative is to be alone. The gator is only "cute" and "lovable" because it was not allowed to be anything else.

fujoshi who becomes a terf bc every new trans woman means less boys to make kiss

what the woke left doesn't want you to know is that by using forbidden gender techniques two trans girls can kiss in a gay boy way

my uncle was somewhat of a rascal. we were hanging out on the roof of his barn when i was ten, and we saw some shooting stars. he told me they were angels carrying messages from god. then he handed me his old hunting rifle and taught me how to nick one out of the sky, even when it was travelling all fast like that, and how to triangulate its location — taking me out in his rusty truck down dirt roads, unerring and unceasing, until we saw that gleaming lantern. he pocketed the note from god and took me down to a pinboard where he was working on deciphering the language with his friend who was a linguistics major but got kicked out of grad school. after they shook hands, they held on for just a bit too long and i started wondering why my aunt doesn’t live with my uncle anymore, but then my uncle took me back up stairs and taught me how to fry the angel up real nice, halo and all. it was tasty