y’all… this project needs our help. 

the creators are a curvy white woman and a curvy black woman who want to create a line of plus size dolls in order to promote body positivity and acceptance among young girls. 

in case you didn’t know, according to this study done in 2015, at least 80% of 8 to 10 year old girls in the united states are either on a diet, or they have their daily food intake restricted. the reason that’s still relevant, despite the substantial gap of 4 years between the publishing of the study and this kickstarter, is that in the 1970s, the encouraged dieting age for girls was 14, thus showing a clear downwards trend in the age young girls are made and encouraged to diet. 

this is extremely harmful for their self esteem, as well as their growing and changing bodies, and can lead to eating disorders such as anorexia and bulimia in addition to malnourishment and serious health concerns (e.g. vitamin deficiencies), and unfortunately, the extreme weight loss mentality cultivated by parents and/or guardians can last long into adulthood. 

now that you know why we need representation for fat women, it’s time to talk about why this specific small business deserves support. the answer is simple enough: they are respectful to the fat characters they’ve created, and allow all of them to posess a sense of dignity. 

clearly three dimensional characters, each of the dolls has their own personality and style:

aliyah (1st) - the sweet owner of an animal sanctuary and a veterinarian for exotic animals

quinn (2nd) - a strong vintage car mechanic

keiko (3rd) - became an incredibly smart animal robitics engineer because she’s allergic to animal fur

alexandra (4th) - extremely tough, no-nonsense civil rights law student and activist 

if the project reaches its funding goal, these dolls could show up on the shelves of your local target and walmart. 

sounds amazing, right? well, don’t get your hopes up too soon, because the project has met less than 0.08% of its goal with less than a month to completion. 

you read that right–’all or nothing’ means that if they don’t make at least $230,655 (USD) before July 7, 2019, the kickstarter will be abandoned. 

personally, I’m hoping the creators plan to launch another kickstarter if this one fails, but hopefully it won’t come to that. maybe, if we spread this around enough, posting updates on the progress it makes, we might just be able to help them. 

I’m not demanding you donate $200 because “you can’t call yourself a good feminist without including fat people in your activism,” I’m asking you to reblog this for your friends, followers, and family members who know what it’s like to be ashamed of their size. 

barbie and her multitude of professions did wonders for encouraging girls to pursue careers in STEM fields, imagine what this could do for girls. 

so tag your friends, tag your mutuals, tag anyone you can think of to help support and signal boost this beautiful idea! I’ll start: 

short version: I realized I’m a lesbian and in addition to that, the blog wasn’t a good fit for me. 

long version: buckle up, because I have a lot of things to say and I’ve stayed quiet about this for almost two years now. 

when I first joined the blog, it had a little less than 9,000 followers. I became a mod through @butchthalia, a friend I met and got to know fairly well online. she told me it would be the three of us–her, me, and one other mod. she also said I would have to go through a trial period to see if the chemistry between us worked well. (hint: it didn’t.) 

since I don’t know if the other mod is comfortable with me sharing their main blog, I’m going to refer to the other mods as mod Luna (@butchthalia) and mod Celestia (the other mod). 

things were okay for the first couple days. I reblogged a post here, queued a post there, reblogged already answered asks with extra advice. but then I got promoted to an admin, and the situation rapidly got worse. I started to notice several things that were off:

when I reblogged a post, it would show up on the blog for five minutes to half an hour. but the next time I refreshed the notes page, it was gone.  

all the posts I queued would mysteriously disappear from the ‘queue’ tab before they could be posted. 

any original post I made either a) got no notes (I later realized this was because they had been made private) or b) were deleted by the next day. 

and finally:

whenever I answered an ask, it would almost immediately be deleted from the blog. also, the askbox was never open, and when I tried to open it, I would refresh the page eagerly looking for new asks, only to find it closed again. 

now, at first I thought these were just glitches. I checked my computer for viruses, new browser updates, and re-downloaded the app on my phone just for good measure. but about a week into modding the blog, I realized the technology wasn’t at fault–someone was actively sabotaging my attempts to act as a mod for the blog. 

for a while, I didn’t trust Luna or Celestia, and acted normally, though I did check their main blogs every so often to see if either one of them was gullible enough to post something dissing me or gloating about their sabotage of my efforts. that didn’t happen, of course. in fact, it never really clicked until the day I was asked to leave the blog. 

Luna told me that Celestia had filed a complaint with her, saying I didn’t know or understand anything about how to run such an important active blog, as evidenced by my inability to successfully reblog and queue posts, as well as answer asks quickly and efficiently (much less at all). Luna had agreed with her, so what else could I do? I left the blog, tail between my legs, and tried not to be bitter about it. I tried so hard not to be bitter, because I thought everything was over. 

I couldn’t have been more wrong. 

five days after leaving bisappho, I got a little nostalgic and decided to reminisce on the good times I’d had with my fellow mods. but after scrolling for a solid ten minutes, I couldn’t find a single post I had reblogged, and my mod introduction as well as notice of departure were both gone. it was like I had never existed. 

I never found out why Celestia hated me so much. to this day, I still don’t know why she went to so much effort to get rid of me. maybe she wanted the blog for herself. maybe she really just didn’t feel safe around me. I don’t know, because she had me blocked by the time I was kicked out. 

I can’t show you any proof that this happened. hell, sometimes I wonder if that’s really what happened myself. but after talking to @disasterbisexual, who was a mod on there for about two weeks or so, I realized the exact same thing had been happening to every single mod that wasn’t Luna or Celestia. the only difference between the original mods is that Celestia was the one who complained, and refused to interact with us directly. 

Sun & Moon Lesbian Merch

I wanted to make merchandise for the sun and moon lesbian flags a friend asked me to create for AGES, and now I finally have that opportunity! (And yes, you may use the square sun/moon edits I made for this post and these shirts as icons.) There should be 19 items for each flag!

A lot of people have claimed credit for my flags, and I don’t doubt that there’s other merch out there with my designs on it. I know some people are even boycotting me and crediting other people for creating the flags because of nasty rumors that I’m friends with TERFs, that I’m racist because the original lesbian flag was created by a racist, or even that I’m trying to shoehorn myself into the lesbian community (which I’m not at all trying to do.) 

That being said, I don’t have very much money of my own, and I am trying to get enough so that I’m no longer completely dependent on my homophobic and transphobic parents (I’m a neurodivergent genderqueer/nonbinary sapphic), so please consider buying some of this merch from me if you are able! If you can’t, a reblog or two would be greatly appreciated <3

☼ Buy Sun Lesbian Merch ☼

🌟✨🌙 Mermaid and Fairy Bisexual Flags 🌟✨🌙

i’m closeted due to many of these reasons and like, i know how you feel. it’s so, so, immensely lonely. there’s the waiting and waiting to be who you really want to be, and the wanting badly to be unashamed and unapologetically yourself but not knowing how to get there. you know it’ll get better somehow because everyone says so, but that seems so far away. oh, and it’s exhausting, feeling like you have to lie to everyone you interact with because even though it’s 2018 there are people who still can’t accept the truth. it can be painful, and it hurts even more if those people are your own family and you have to sever such an important part of your identity for them because the love they have for you is dependent on those lies. and you’re building a protective shield between you and everyone you meet because you don’t know how they might react and the thought of being outed is really scary. and it’s even harder if you’re closeted about your gender identity too and you can’t present in a way you’re comfortable with because of that.

There is strength in rejecting femininity and traditionalism. There is strength in Loving Women. Reject heteronormative ideals. Stand shoulder to shoulder with your fellow Dykes.

Fight! Train! Love!