#gendered shit

ID: I get very bored by the “you must present this way to be read as nonbinary” prescriptivism. It’s never going to be me - too curvy, too “tending to look far better in femme clothing”, too disabled. It seems entirely at odds with the entire point of embracing nonbinary as a category, tbh, which always seemed to me about being outside the prescriptivist boxes, having fun with your gender, getting sick of it, embracing it, taking the parts that suit you at any given time and putting the rest in a stash or the bin.

It's the same with what they name the colors of garments.

Women's: amethyst, champagne, raspberry, seafoam

But I despise that otherwise good fictional hetero relationships get painted with this same reductive brush. That the woman is admirable no matter what, and that even the man’s love for her makes him ridiculous. That he’s lucky to be with her, and she’s the only thing making him worthwhile. I saw this about Sheila and Joel Hammond the other day and nearly blew a gasket. 

y’all this is the opposite of feminism. This is like taking feminism out back and running it over with the car. There’s no good interpretation of it. Either:

a) she actually IS perfect, because god knows women can’t be flawed in the same ugly messy ways that men are and be good characters so in truth everything she does is in fact Right; b) he really IS garbage but she keeps him around for ... why? What?; or c) he truly is in love with her and wants her, and she finds this utterly laughable (but don’t stop with the compliments!) because we all know that women are insecure sucking voids who need to be desired but are so self-loathing that any man who loves them must be dumb as shit, awww, poor ickle sexy babygirl

Coffee-scented, slightly greasy candle

Kiss the grits/Talk Southern to me

The Light Crust Doughboys: 80th anniversary commemorative album

The Gentle Art of Verbal Self-Defense, by Suzette Haden Elgin