real talk my mom never invaded my privacy, always knocked and waited for my “come in” instead of barging into my room, never tried to read my texts or journals or notes, and I always came to her with sensitive subjects; to the point of telling her I lost my virginity the /day/ I lost my virginity
what I’m saying is: respect your kids’ privacy and they will come to you with shit you’re worried about them doing
take it from someone raised the opposite; not respecting your kid’s privacy and rooting thru all of their shit, making them feel paranoid etc, will just turn them into a very good liar who withholds everything/makes up convincing stories and is really good at hiding things from you right under your nose.
“the white gays got all hyped up for love simon but i see no one talking about the kenyan lesbian movie!!!!” you cracked the code. you did it. the white gays are at it again, not talking about that one foreign indie movie that you can only see for a limited time at independent film festivals. this, as compared to how much they talked about that one multi-million dollar hollywood movie that was widely available in theaters, on itunes, and on dvd. disregarding the fact that people have absolutely been talking about the indie movie and publicly hoping they get to see it and that those posts have an astonishing number of notes for a fucking foreign indie film. has anyone ever told you how smart and insightful you are.
would be really cool if we ever at any point could lay the blame for the lack of diversity in hollywood on multimillionaire production execs instead of at the feet of gay people and/or people of colour who are at the mercy of those execs and have about as much power to influence hollywood to make what they want as your average house fly
wild idea but maybe holding the film industry responsible for how little it cares about the life experiences of anyone who’s not a straight white man instead of pretending they’re just dutifully handing out what the consumers are asking for and it’s just that consumers like, hate women or whatever, might be a refreshing change for once
My name is Juliet Capulet and I’m 13 years young and I luv my bf Romeo so much we’re gunna get married i luv him so much& we just met hehe xD I wuld give my life for him!
Amazing how many websites that refuse to block Nazi content (whether because of muh freeze peach or because it’s supposedly not manageable) find it easy and breezy as fuck to censor LGBT content/put it behind a “sensitive to the innocent children” wall
i genuinely hope this site never changes. its like performance art at this point
this is an out of context screenshot of a much larger post about the negative impact that the keeping of “manicured lawns” has on the environment, not to mention it is an unnecessary drain on money and energy. but OP couldn’t make fun of the original post because it’s much more succinct than this tiny excerpt.
this is a huge reason why lesbians can go years just not figuring out that they aren’t attracted to men. when your whole understanding of attraction is “objectifying yourself to the point that you understand intimacy as a performance to be the perfect sexual object for a man” then the question of who and what you desire isn’t even being asked- let alone answered.
a few years back, i read “cinderella ate my daughter" by peggy orenstein (which is an interesting sort of crash course on the ways in which gender roles are really impressed on children through media, capitalism, toys, etc.). I read it like 5 years ago so if I get anything wrong, forgive me; I don’t own the book so I can’t consult it.
but one thing that really stuck with me was a part where the author speaks with (I believe) a child psychologist, and they talk about sexuality of teenage girls. one thing the psychologist mentions is that, when talking about sex, sexual attraction, etc, girls will frame it in terms of how they look, rather than how they feel when asked about their feelings (emotional and physical): “I feel like I look sexy, I look hot, etc,”. from the onset of experiencing sexuality, etc (which really means, going back to childhood, because girls are really bombarded by objectification from the time they’re tiny), girls are already alienated from their own bodies and sense of what feels good, right, or okay.
no wonder the process of realizing you’re a lesbian can be so difficult; it’s also no wonder that we have so many women who look back and say it took them years to realize that what happened to them was sexual assault, or who look back and say that they weren’t happy or satisfied in relationships but stayed in them anyway, or that women are so constantly critical of their appearances in everything they do. all of it comes down to the fact that women are so alienated from their own bodies, feelings, and experiences. monitoring how you look constantly really creates such a distance between you and your actual life, it takes you out of the moment, it makes it difficult to judge your actual feelings, or create boundaries, or bond genuinely with others, or have positive experiences free of self-criticism.
I am going to print this out and plaster it everywhere I go
my heart just broke
Not gonna lie; I’m on the verge of tears right now. Because this is what I see every night when I come into work. I work at a Jewish-run elder care non-profit. Even in the memory care unit, we’re seeing a rise in the residents’ anxiety levels, to the point where they’ve had to stop turning on the TV news stations (and these residents still love the news). Multiple residents are direct survivors of the Shoah; some barely escaped, and almost all of them lost family members in death camps. One resident was one of the children saved by the Kindertransport. Many other residents tell me stories of when they were kids, how their neighborhoods were destroyed and relocated and of the siblings and parents they no longer have. One newer resident was finally starting to settle in when Charlottesville happened. Even though we immediately changed the channel, she was shaken. She was inconsolable for hours. When I left for the night, she was still crying and refused to leave her room. Even now, weeks after the direct event, she still is wary to come to programs, fearing that if she is away from her room too long that her possessions and place will be stolen from her like they were in 1938. Even with dementia, even with Alzheimers, these residents remember what happened. They cannot forget their lost loved ones. They cannot forget the things stolen from them. They cannot forget, period. Because this fight against Neo-Nazis isn’t just a theoretical thing. These groups know that people are forgetting about Shoah; they take great strength knowing that people from that generation are dying. When they regard WWII as a “dark cloud” hanging over the heads of this generation, it is not with a solemn regard, with they knowledge that we must not forget lest we repeat our mistakes. These White supremacists, these White Neo-Nazis, see Shoah remembrance as something they will gladly eradicate. When people gladly throw out the Nazi salute, chant the 14 words, or march under the banner of “hail victory,” they are two things and two things only – Nazi apologists and Nazi supporters. Shoah survivors are not gone. They are still here. We need to stop ignoring that this normalization of Nazis marching in the street harms real people. It’s not just ideas. It’s not just “free speech”. We cannot forget. We cannot forget. We cannot forget.
Remembering is not enough. Sorrow is not enough. They are in our midst again