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dynastylnoire:

heterophobicgoat:

stupidandreckless:

NOOOO NO NO NONO FUCK FUCK  FUCKIG CBS IS TELLING WOMEN NOT TO REPORT SEXUAL HARASSMENT BECAUSE IT WILL “DAMAGE THEIR CAREERS” and “HARASSMENT IS AN UNFORTUNATE PART OF CLIMBING THE LADDER” I AM SO ANGRY THEY ARE LITERALLY TURNING SEXUAL HARASSMENT INTO A NORM THIS IS NOT OKAY

This is an actual article and I’m still having a hard time believing it’s real.

trigger warnings for everything. my God

Penelope Trunk, the author, has a history of this sort of advice. Never, ever take Trunk’s advice.

21 hours ago

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Reblog if you’re a girl who likes girls.

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2 days ago

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The world changes, we do not, there lies the irony that finally kills us.

Interview With the Vampire
Directed by Neil Jordan
1994
Ultra-Condensed by Thomas Danemar

Brad Pitt: I don’t want to suck blood from humans.

Tom Cruise: Yes you do.

Brad Pitt: You’re right.

(Source: unreasonablyme)

2 days ago

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birdsy-purplefishes:

I laughed so hard I choked myself and then laughed some more.

birdsy-purplefishes:

I laughed so hard I choked myself and then laughed some more.

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2 days ago

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pureacacia:

deepthroatmom:

this the rawest shit i ever seen in my life

dylandigits

#catgoals

pureacacia:

deepthroatmom:

this the rawest shit i ever seen in my life

dylandigits

#catgoals

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3 days ago

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bonusvampirus:

poogie-bear:

allies insisting that theyre part of the LGBTQAI+ acronym is like someone insisting that their name should be in the credits of a movie they had nothing to do with

"I spent money to go SEE the movie, didn’t I??? Without the support of fans like me, who pay to go see movies, movies wouldn’t even exist!!!!1" 

3 days ago

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guildhall:

Sweet Lad, Tender Lad

A Pictorial History of Afro-American Gay Couples

Sweet lad, tender lad,
Have no shame, you’re mine for good;
We share a sole insurgent fire,
We live in boundless brotherhood.

I do not fear the gibes of men;
One being split in two we dwell,
The kernel of a double nut
Embedded in a single shell.

(From ‘Imitation of the Arabic’ by Afro-Russian poet, Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin)

Playwright & historian, Trent Kelley, has curated these photographs from his personal collection documenting love and affection among African American gay male couples.  The essay is entitled ‘Hidden in the Open:  A Photographic Essay of Afro-American Male Couples.”

Kelley has written in the Huffington Post:

Afro American same-sex loving gay men who were coupled with one another in the distant past walked the streets, ate at the dinner tables, and generally participated in their larger ethnic community out in the open, their relationships known only to those who were consequential to their everyday lives. In this respect, they were out in the open but hidden to those who didn’t know about their sexual proclivities. Hence, the title of this series of pictures dating from the mid 19th century to the late 20th century is “Hidden in the Open: A Photographic Essay of Afro-American Male Couples.”

Some of these images are sure to depict gay couples, whereas others may not.

The end result is speculative at best, for want in applying a label. Not every gesture articulated between these men is an indication of male-to-male intimacies. Assuredly, what all the photographs have in common are signs of Afro-American male affection and love that were recorded for posterity without fear and shame. Friendships where men often wrote romantically to one another, walked arm in arm were not uncommon to straight and gay men alike during the 19th and early 20th centuries. Depending on economic situation, many even slept together and this may have precluded or included physical intimacy between the sheets.

But there were past generations of Afro American gay men who lived and love bravely. They exist in these photographs. Like today’s gay male of African descent, the majority of them were never victims who whined nor required rescuing. Their presence here defy a lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) community often wanting to make them an impotent footnote absent of any self-empowerment within gay culture and those vocally homophobic pockets within a black community wanting to write these men out of the narrative to Afro-American history.

See the rest of this outstanding collection here.

 

This is so cool!

i like this !!!!

Amor

4 days ago

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partymage:

melanijann:

fandomsandfeminism:

how-to-vidya:

The evolution of girl gamers

Boy gamers are so self-centered they act as though women haven’t been playing video games for decades, and then act horrified when the female gamers who have always been there actually become visible and vocal about the rampant misogyny that has infected the gaming world. 
Like seriously, how entitled do you have to be that women saying “it sure would be nice if I wasn’t treated like shit while enjoying the games I play” translates to “I must be catered to” when video games have LITERALLY been catered to men for decades? 

More like:
1993 - 64% of girls reported playing video games 
1996 - "home use had increased for fourth grade girls"
1998 - "both male and female adolescents play video games on a regular basis." 
1999 - "88% of the female college students … surveyed were video game players."
2007 - 20-47% of adolescent girls play video games
2008 - "94% of girls play video games"
2010 - "Forty percent of all game players are women." 
2012 - "Women 18 or older represent a significantly greater portion of the game-playing population (30%) than boys age 17 or younger" 
2013 -"adult women are nearly half of all video game players"
I didn’t get all the dates, but I think you can get the point.
Also considered posting my own personal gaming history, but I would’ve had to go back to the 80s for that. e_e

Been playing since I was old enough to hold the NES controller.

I’ll go back to the 80s. Been playing since my parents brought home a Radio Shack knockoff of Pong and my dad hooked up a Commodore 64 and loaded Montezuma’s Revenge, Zaxxon, and Temple of Apshai on the cassette tape drive.

partymage:

melanijann:

fandomsandfeminism:

how-to-vidya:

The evolution of girl gamers

Boy gamers are so self-centered they act as though women haven’t been playing video games for decades, and then act horrified when the female gamers who have always been there actually become visible and vocal about the rampant misogyny that has infected the gaming world. 

Like seriously, how entitled do you have to be that women saying “it sure would be nice if I wasn’t treated like shit while enjoying the games I play” translates to “I must be catered to” when video games have LITERALLY been catered to men for decades? 

More like:

I didn’t get all the dates, but I think you can get the point.

Also considered posting my own personal gaming history, but I would’ve had to go back to the 80s for that. e_e

Been playing since I was old enough to hold the NES controller.

I’ll go back to the 80s. Been playing since my parents brought home a Radio Shack knockoff of Pong and my dad hooked up a Commodore 64 and loaded Montezuma’s Revenge, Zaxxon, and Temple of Apshai on the cassette tape drive.

4 days ago

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batteredshoes:

Now Admitting 

batteredshoes:

Now Admitting 

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4 days ago

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tw: self abuse, anxiety

Wake up the next morning and try to process the previous night’s crippling anxiety only to find that, in writing about the events leading up to the point where the background hum turned into a deafening roar, you cannot return. That moment when your throat first tightened, when your heart raced to move oxygen your lungs couldn’t get, when your back went stiff… All of this describes the physical response, but the emotional content is hidden for your protection, a redacted page in your report, black lines obscuring the worst (and most important) part. You no longer have access to that content, cannot recall it, relying instead on the evidence: a bulging gap of missing memory and the long, angry pink lines on your belly where you dragged fingernails in the hope of causing enough damage to escape.