Queer Archetype

bf: (slow smile) what?  me: nothin :) me, internally: but was “reservoir dogs” actually meant to be that gay? the moony eyes, the first names, the hair combing, the shakespearean bloodbath, the tender cradling, the tortured deathbed confession. is tarantino capable of that kind of emotional sensitivity? even if he didn’t intend it, does it matter? can’t we assign meaning outside the intention of the artist? maybe the issue is not with tarantino, but with myself. am i ascribing homosexual undertones to a fundamentally paternal relationship, does my confusion about the nature of the interactions between mr. white and mr. orange reveal not only my own problematic expectations for “normal” male interactions, but the uneasy role of the Father in our society? truly the patriarchy confounds at every turn

Well, but periods are a big deal

Well, so are trans women

and intersex women

👏👏👏

And girls too young to have had their periods yet. Or girls born without uteruses. Or girls who, for any other number of medical reasons, do not have periods. I am so sick and fucking tired of “feminists” reducing women to, and defining them by, their physical attributes. You are bad and you should feel bad about it.