trans inclusive radfem

“in the past women didn’t get education” VS “in the past, men stopped women from getting education and excluded them from all cultural spheres”.

“muslim women must wear hijab” VS “muslim men force muslim women wear hijab”.

“in this country, abortion is illegal” VS “men in this country made women getting abortion illegal”.

I’m not an Asian woman, but there’s a profound disturbance I feel when I see an Asian sister become degraded for the crime of being woman. I feel a deep hatred for sex tourism and fetishization, for maids being treated like commodities and having their passports withheld from them. I feel my stomach wretch when I see a picture of Junko Furuta, when I heard those male Japanese politicians laugh at raising the age of consent in pornography. There’s something wrong happening to my sisters out there.

I’m not a black woman but I feel a deep ugly pit in my stomach when I see the interviews of Sudanese women escaping rape and starvation in the desert. When I saw that video of Cassie Ventura running from Diddy in the hallway, when I hear her screams and know his power and influence protected him for so many years. When I see the family portraits of Sonya Massey and her children, and I know there can be no future ones ever created. There’s something wrong happening to my sisters.

I’m not a woman who is disabled. I’m not a woman in a domestically abused relationship. I’m not a prostituted woman. I’m not a trafficked woman. I’m not locked away right now. Everything that happened to me is in my past… I have freedom and autonomy now… I can just move on and forget about the worldwide phenomenon of female pain. But I know I can’t. There’s a terrible gnawing.

Growing up Muslim we always were taught that the Muslim nation is called the Ummah. The Ummah must operate as one body. I was taught many times that if anyone in the Ummah at any time is in pain, the body is restless, and can’t sleep… even the smallest prick of a finger can keep you wide awake, aware of the pain. They always said it like that, holding up a finger. Just, the smallest, prick.

There’s a sickness happening in the worldwide body of women, and it keeps me awake at night. There’s anger and defensiveness I feel when a woman is the butt of a mean joke. There’s bitter resentment I feel when I see men get special treatment that I know a woman would be crucified for. I feel anger so often. When I see little girls being stabbed in the news. When I see girls starving in Palestine. When I see girls forced to wear hijab and stay home in Afghanistan. Sudan. Yemen. Iran. Egypt. Honduras. Femicide. Rape. Forced birth. Menstrual huts. FGM. So many ugly words, so many tainted countries.

Women to men: you are loved, you are valued, you deserve hugs and to be able to cry :)

the fact that it actively promotes overconsumerism, the way it sells books to you by just playing into already heavily milked out tropes with very specific character niches that are seen in every book nowadays and how the reading is just seen as something aesthetic or a part of the "it girl routine" maybe? if those are enough reasons for you?

does the fact that these books are the first things you see when you walk into a bookstore not bother you? when you ask someone for a book recommendation they'll follow it up with "its a romance slow burn enemies to lovers". it's always about the aesthetic of the book, how many lines can you take out of context and post as a compilation of your super cute romantic annotations page on instagram. no analyzing the book, no theories, no symbolism or meaningfulness at all. how people stand reading those kind of books and still feel any kind of emotions over these flat as hell books with no world or character building is genuinely baffling to me

no one seems to know about actual literature anymore, which not to sound like a boomer but i think its definitely true. there's always been trend cycles, i agree such as the harry potter craze from the 1990s to the 2000s and the dystopia hunger games/maze runner/divergent blast in the early 2010s but tiktok has just.. shortened these cycles so much. as a result, people like our darling colleen hoover whose written around 46 books since 2015 (according to google) try come up with as much fresh content as they can as quickly as possible for the readers (see overconsumption). the fact that this lady outsold the bible is not outstanding to me, its fucking concerning.

and after all that, the result is badly written books with characters who're about as dimensional as a piece of paper, overuse of tropes, read like they've been written by a toddler, toxic-ass relationships being romanticised, very unnecessary sex scenes and countless other things. seriously if i wanted to read about the kind of stories hoover tells i would just open a wattpad account.

Thank you so much!! I fit both prompts in cause I couldn’t decide which one to do lol. Also:

My TOP favorite obx fic ever is honestly a tie between @thatjohnd​‘s AU series Ignored & Neglected and @drewsephsmiles​ 100 Ways series😊💛🌻

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41. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

58. “And if you lose? You owe me the best head of my life.”

“I’m sorry, what is happening right now?” You asked, as you walked into your bedroom, surprised to find JJ and Pope sitting there. Pope was sitting on the bed and JJ had taken up residence on your desk chair, your old super nintendo set up on the floor as they played Super Mario Bros. “How did you get into my house?”

“Your mom let us in before she left.” JJ replied, eyes not leaving the TV.

“So you just, made yourselves at home?” You dropped your bag and kicked off your shoes before grabbing the shirt and shorts that were draped over JJ’s chair. He made a noise halfway between a groan and a whine as he was forced to lean forward. “I’ll be right back.”

They were in the same position when you got back and JJ held his hand out to you as Pope died and reset the level. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

“Except you’re not working...you’re playing video games.”  You pointed out.

“Don’t tell JJ that, he thinks this is actually important.” Pope replied.

You sat down on JJ’s lap, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning against him. He put his arms around you so he could continue playing video games with you sitting on his lap. Pope restarted the level and you sat there watching them.  

“You guys are ridiculous, you know that right?” You questioned as Pope switched over to Donkey Kong.  

“Uh, no.” JJ frowned, tilting his head to look at you.  

“You guys are playing like, the easiest games ever. At least play Street Fighter.”

“JJ hates Street Fighter cause I always whoop his ass at it.”

“You do not! I’m good at Street Fighter.” He said, shifting and jostling you slightly.  

“Please, I could totally beat you.” You said, knowing that you weren’t great at video games despite loving the retro gaming systems.  

“You could not.”

“I bet you that I could. And that I’ll win.”  

Pope whistled jokingly at the faux fight the two of you were having.  

“And if you lose? You owe me the best head of my life.”

“Gross guys.” Pope whined, tossing the controller at your feet.  

“Like you didn’t just get that yesterday.”

“Guys!”