This Fucking Country

These are my thoughts. These are what PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. These are why I refuse to be blissfully ignorant. These are a compilation of what I have felt in the past several years but everything was running wild in my brain and I was just about to explode with no cohesive or elegant way of saying it. These are sometimes perhaps just indulgent little thoughts, but for the most part, I hold these to be truths self evident. and this shit is just not fucking okay.

chuocide:

ironfistbitch:

remember when “shit white girls say (to black girls)” came out and everyone treated it as a meme even though it wasn’t supposed to be and the girl was actually trying to make a point 

lol

I KNOW. fuck that garbage. white people turn everything into a goddamn joke.

Corporations want to make it so that an automotive worker can not, on a year’s pay, afford the very product he labors 12 hours a day to make.

—My father, reminding me yet again why he is my hero.  (via olivescribe)

(Fuente: dandeleijons, vía seriouslyamerica)

Think about this contradiction for a moment. Children are being exposed, day in and day out, to some incredibly wacky and bizarre sexual images and content, and are then passing this information on to other children, yet many parents are worried that school sex education will somehow contaminate their innocent minds with dangerous sexual information. Huh? What am I missing here? These parents argue that they want to be the ones to teach their children about sex and sexuality, and they will be the ones to decide when it should be done. This would be fine, except a majority of parents profess to having considerable difficulty communicating with their children about sex and sexuality, About one third of us fear that talking to our kids about sex will cause them to have sex, another third feel uncomfortable, and the remaining third would prefer that others do the teaching for us. So many of us are really not doing what we claim we want to do – and we are leaving our children at the mercy of sexual misinformation.

—Dr. Fred Kaeser, What Your Child Needs to Know About Sex and When. (via diaryofateenageprocrascinator)

(vía seriouslyamerica)

Rape culture is telling girls and women to be careful about what you wear, how you wear it, how you carry yourself, where you walk, when you walk there, with whom you walk, whom you trust, what you do, where you do it, with whom you do it, what you drink, how much you drink, whether you make eye contact, if you’re alone, if you’re with a stranger, if you’re in a group, if you’re in a group of strangers, if it’s dark, if the area is unfamiliar, if you’re carrying something, how you carry it, what kind of shoes you’re wearing in case you have to run, what kind of purse you carry, what jewelry you wear, what time it is, what street it is, what environment it is, how many people you sleep with, what kind of people you sleep with, who your friends are, to whom you give your number, who’s around when the delivery guy comes, to get an apartment where you can see who’s at the door before they can see you, to check before you open the door to the delivery guy, to own a dog or a dog-sound-making machine, to get a roommate, to take self-defense, to always be alert always pay attention always watch your back always be aware of your surroundings and never let your guard down for a moment lest you be sexually assaulted and if you are and didn’t follow all the rules it’s your fault.

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Shakesville: Rape Culture 101 (via loudandsoft) (via ratsandcandy666) (via penismonolog) (via sexismandthecity) (via that-neffster) (via desordremuetprecaire) (via rararara) (via fuckyeahfeminists) (via survivorworld, amberlrhea) (via sezakiza) (via survivorworld)

This was the first quote I read that got me interested in feminism.

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these are real strawberries. Yes, I dared call food real, shut the fuck up. Anyway these are from the farm I work on.

these are real strawberries. Yes, I dared call food real, shut the fuck up. Anyway these are from the farm I work on.

Female toplessness is legal in a lot of places in the US (although not where I live), and I’d be meeting the letter of the law with a couple of Band-aids. But I have a gut feeling that if I go anywhere that there are people—and particularly anywhere there are children—nobody’s going to be too happy about my Band-aids. The enforcement is social; women just don’t go around topless in the US.

It bothers me because it’s unequal, but it also bothers me in its implications: that my body is inherently sexual, and a man’s body isn’t. It feels like men are being viewed through the first-person lens of “it’s nice to feel the sun on my skin, and I don’t mean anything by it” and women are being viewed through the distinctly third-person lens of “it’s inappropriate for me, a heterosexual man, to see her sexy parts.” It ignores the experiences of people who are turned on by male chests and somehow manage to contain themselves when they see one.