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its so hard . to exist knowing that just by existing . u are meat to the rabid dog sitting next to you on the train. interviewing u for a job. the professor who sees u as rotted but chews u out anyway. ur father who wants to keep you in a freezer. u are to be consumed. again and again and again. until u die. then the desperate dig up your bones in the dead of winter to gnaw on. they chew on your memory turning u into something unrecognizable. a meal that never was. you cannot satisfy them even in death. u cannot own your flesh and bones and name even in death.

u let them chew on you occasionally just to feel something with love being impossible against an expiry date. you let them so you can't get upset when they start nibbling too close to the vital stuff and creating scars that won't heal over, except for when u do. then they act like they weren't salivating in anticipation to begin with, they lash out as they've been left out of a meal they've already planned. you are now a reminder of their infinite and indiscriminate hunger. unable to cope with misplaced shame in their need, they try to spin it that not only is being mauled your divine purpose, you should be so lucky. you are evil for wanting to keep your flesh to yourself when there are hungry dogs all around you begging, hunting, plotting and scheming for scraps.

I’m so over the het partnered women refusing to remove their heads from men’s asses. Stop calling yourself radical feminists if you aren’t capable of examining and understanding why participating in patriarchally significant transaction, which is what marriage was and still is, should not be wanted or had. Stop acting like distancing yourself from men in your life and prioritizing other women is the worst thing that could be asked of you. How can you call yourself a feminist and be so willing to exist in relation to a man, no matter how liberal or radical you defend him to be, who will always be socialized as a man, benefit from being a man, and wield a power and mobility you cannot even attain as a woman? How can you willingly and happily exist like that? Why is it so hard to not only acknowledge that you’re groomed to be married and to be a mother and to preform unpaid labor not only physically but emotionally and to actually reject that socialization and exist free from it? Why is political celibacy so abhorrent instead of the idea of partnering with someone who will exploit and dominate you in ways that you all go blue in the face swearing they won’t? Stop acting like your children growing up in household with a man won’t affect them negatively when we’ve all lived it and know that it will in some way help condition your son to be the same as every other and your daughter in subordination. Be realistic. Actually practice radical feminism if you’re going to call yourselves one.

I feel y'all need to read the three books bell hooks wrote about the importance of romantic love in our lives. You can be a radfem without being ideologically pure. Geez

romantic love and we are talking about men

"not all men" except...it is all men. You're just not aware enough to realize it

how could it be that the beauty standards for women are too high when there are ripped buff men on my TV sometimes? why would women do this to men? why did women choose to create the beauty standards that we are all held to? fundamentally everything is the fault of women if you think about it for 3 and a half seconds, and no longer

porn is so harmful for people. this has been a feminist talking point since the 70s. why are we forgetting about those protest? it is so extremely addictive, produces a distorted view of women’s image, girls and women’s humanity, and the industry around it is largely exploitative/abusive/racist etc.

the boy mom thing and the bizarre cat sexism we’ve seen over the past couple of years both rely on the idea that female beings are cold and capricious and not as capable of love and sweetness as male beings are. which is crazy considering. well. everything.

I hate the term “cracking” I hate the term “smashing” i hate “I still hit tho” and I hate every other term that the porn-brained masses have cooked up to describe intimacy. let’s all k*ll ourselves

i saw a post about this a few years ago but i was thinking about how “rule 34- if it exists there’s porn of it” is truly the closest males have ever gotten to recognizing how their disgusting sexual depravity stops at nothing. not even kids shows are spared. i’m tired of the way pornography and sex have infiltrated everything. and i’m tired of women and girls being expected to accommodate this foolishness and just accept it as normal.

i hate seeing men happy. cancel the world cup

domestic violence against women increases by 40% during the world cup btw.

actually as a woman I still think misandry makes you an unpleasant person and if you’re just out there saying shit like “all men should die” or “men’s mental health doesn’t matter” then you’re the type of person I want nothing to do with. also this is not what feminism is about btw, you’re not being a strong girl boss with this ideology, you’re just a bully

are drag queens inherently sexual or are you unable to divorce the performance of femininity from a presumed solicitation of sex?

Dumb blond jokes are a necessary tool of patriarchy, to make sure that the handful of women who do actually meet the racist, classist, eugenicist, transphobic, and (of course) deeply misogynistic standards of womanhood don't forget that just because they're pretty doesn't mean they're respectable