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i make a mean soup

Now make one that is beautiful and true

unlike the elitist dog, who seeks only to be on the privileged side of a closed door, the true comrade kittycat's goal is not to gain access to the exclusive room for her own gain, but instead for the door itself to be open to all creatures

woad that’s actually my beendbald

A customer contacted our team with questions, and then finished their email with: "I am daunted by the complexities and unknowns." I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.

Reblog if you are daunted by the complexities and unknowns

in a post-gender post-feminist world of course you can choose any form of gendered expression you desire just make sure it’s passive and accommodating and nonthreatening and that any lost soul can lay its weary head on your bosom to suckle the milk of human kindness

bums me out when I see modern lesbians pluck some down and out dyke’s writing from decades ago out of its original context and hold it to task for not describing all of butch/femme/womanhood/lesbianism in totality, it always feels like these people have no idea how unlikely it was that this shred of experience would even make its way through time to them, much less actually get written down. she worked night shifts in a box factory you dorks, when she describes butch she’s talking about what her and her close circle of broke and mostly illiterate friends got up to in the eighties in between drinking themselves to death and getting the shit kicked out of them and you’ll notice it didn’t match up with what the other people she met thought of as butch either. it’s almost as if butch is a constantly shifting zone of encounter that dykes use as technology to endure the unendurable and pinning it down into one solid definition is busywork for fools.