happy butch appreciation day if any butches want to be, um, appreciated i will be on my knees
Anonymous asked:
Femininity also divides women and makes it harder for us to connect as people. If women bonded over human experiences rather than feminine rituals or roles, then we'd have less women saying they can't relate to other women. Because they'd see women as real humans and real people.
femsolid answered:
Yep. Actually you’re reminding me of a book I read recently in which the author pointed out that women also bond over criticizing their own bodies. You know, it’s the good old “oh I look so fat now”, “oh same I need to go hit the gym”, “me too omg I’m so disgusting” etc. And it was pointed out as well that even when women didn’t participate in these conversations it made them feel like crap just to hear it. Also noteworthy: a lot of women join in the negative body talks just to fit in and out of habit. A woman says she hates her nose, you immediatly say you hate yours too, we’re all in the same self hating boat. It doesn’t even mean you actually believe what you say, but you say it nonetheless, like being horrible towards your own self, your own body, is a feminine bonding ritual and a reflex. But if you instead say that you like yourself you’ll be considered unpleasant, arrogant and will be rejected from the female group. So basically, men bond over shitting on women and women bond over shitting on women. Men bond over objectifying women and women bond over objectifying women too.
Damn. This is something that I've felt but never really understood until seeing this post. I refuse to engage in negative talk about women's bodies, mine or other women's. And now that you mention it I realize that there's this moment after I don't engage that's like "why aren't you doing this too?!"
you and toni are forever soulmates. your fate is written in the stars.
it transcends time.
when elena ferrante said “there are people who leave and people who know how to be left” and when richard siken said “someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.” and when sally rooney wrote “if i told you where my car is right now, i don’t think i’d be able to leave, i think i would have to stay here just in case you changed your mind about everything” and when mikko harvey said “the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”and when karese burrows wrote “i have never seen a door that doesn’t look like you leaving. look at me writing this poem. even here i don’t mean anything i say. except that I still want you. that whatever is in me still loves you deeply. it is a light i can’t turn off. i clap my hands and nothing happens.” and when margarita karapanou said “i never expected you to actually finish anything. you were always leaving. i always picture you with a suitcase in your hand.”
my love language is those posts that compile some obscure paintings and a bunch of quotes from books/poems/other posts etc. that all fit one very very specific vibe. where else are you gonna get that level of dedication. i romanticise things too much and let me tell you these posts are my fucking oxygen i need them to live
IT IS AUGUST. MY LIFE IS GOING TO CHANGE. I CAN FEEL IT.
pj harding & noah cyrus / eileen myles / listy tamtego lata / gillian flynn / raeganspoetry / poetryatmost / william brewer
