ATIM

bdsm stands for

watching an actress in full makeup pretend to wash her face and then pat dry her still fully contoured cheeks for an acne wash commercial

I follow this page on Facebook called Toilets With Threatening Auras and well…

As you wish!

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ITS PERFECTLY OKAY FOR A BOY TO DO BALLET

she was a punk, he did ballet

My first reaction was “Did this fool just use her Oscar win to tell gays and black people they now owe white women assistance?“ That line of thinking is what I like to call gristle logic; a declaration so smug and historically inaccurate that no matter how much I chew on it, I just can’t swallow it. And before you say “But Blue she said women not just white women” let me be blunt: If you say black people need to stand up for you – that means you are asking every person in the room who is both black and a woman to choose her gender over her race in order to suit your agenda. It’s a very subtle form of feminist segregation that I’ve heard about for a few years now. And it’s complete b.s. Who does she think nursed and looked after all of those white children during the slave era? Did she somehow miss the last 400 years of race relations? Does she not notice who the nannies are when she takes her kids to the park? Society has made it all too clear that not all women are created equal. So to ask the women who are below you on the food chain, to once again lift you up – is fifty shades of “You got some nerve.” This is nothing new. Black feminists all over the world have written horror stories about how when dealing with white feminists they are expected to compartmentalize their blackness and put it away – while fighting on behalf of their womanhood. That ridiculous (and ironically misogynistic) expectation from their white feminists counter parts amounts to what feels like friendly fire; you’re basically being discriminated on by the very person standing next to you in the fight for equality. Despite the fact that my beliefs could arguably make me one – I refuse to call myself a feminist. I say this because I am not tactful enough to navigate the social landmine that is modern day feminism. I am the kind of woman who wants to be able to protest Ferguson, write thoughtful op-eds and twerk to Beyonce’s 7-11 video without anyone feeling that a title (like feminist) gives them the right to critique my free will and overall right to give no damns. As a result of my resistance to formally joining this group, I have personally never experienced the racial tensions that exist within it. But last night, I suddenly understood the plight of the black feminist in relation to her white sisters. Here is a woman being recognized with the highest honor in her craft, standing up at an Awards ceremony where most people of color in the room were snubbed (for their equally superlative achievements) — and she’s asking them, to put aside their very real plight, in order to pick up hers. How does she not realize the irony of asking black people for help while she stands inside the same winner’s circle they have been systemically kept out of? It’s smug, spoiled and incredibly privileged. I wish some of the the well-educated, socially intelligent white women of the world would pull their sister Patricia aside and tell her to stop speaking on their behalf. Cause she’s making ya’ll look bad and needs to have a seat way in the back row. The publications lauding her speech as “bad ass” and applauding her amazing stance for equality need to have a seat back there as well. All in all, the Academy Awards were as racists as we’d all feared.