There are tears. I am dying.

There are tears. I am dying.

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This photography campaign was designed to bring attention to the issues of racism, prejudice and overall ignorance that has been impressed upon Black Americans. This is no longer just a statement…it has become a MOVEMENT to get others to understand that the world would be such a better place if we could just ERASE THE HATE!! Nudity was implemented to demonstrate the RAW REALITY of these issues…so if it causes you to become uncomfortable while viewing this…GOOD…maybe it will challenge you and others to take a stand against these injustices. If you would like to become apart of this Awesome Campaign…Feel free to contact Photographer James C. Lewis via Facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/noire3000

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This photography campaign was designed to bring attention to the issues of racism, prejudice and overall ignorance that has been impressed upon Black Americans. This is no longer just a statement…it has become a MOVEMENT to get others to understand that the world would be such a better place if we could just ERASE THE HATE!! Nudity was implemented to demonstrate the RAW REALITY of these issues…so if it causes you to become uncomfortable while viewing this…GOOD…maybe it will challenge you and others to take a stand against these injustices. If you would like to become apart of this Awesome Campaign…Feel free to contact Photographer James C. Lewis via Facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/noire3000

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I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.

I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.

I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.

I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. (via gingerrqueer)

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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.

The Pervocracy: My boobs want to be free. (via sexisnottheenemy)

I have no desire to go topless anywhere, but I thought this made good points about perspective, and about how female [identified?] bodies are considered inherently sexual even when nothing sexual is going on or implied.

(via feministdisney)

I always thought this was annoying. I love the local clothing-optional beach in the summer, as I don’t have to worry about that shit, there.

What’s super annoying is this sometimes happens at places where you’re supposed to see boobs. I attend fetish nights and the like, now and then. I’ll go out to this night with nada up top, and someone else with tits will be like “Oh, I couldn’t do that. I don’t want people to think I’m easy.”

Bitch, you are at a fetish night. This whole thing is about sex and sexuality. Nobody’s assuming you’re easier than anyone else because of your tits, and on top of that, nobody cares if you’re easy or not here. My tits are not a representation of my sexual preferences. They’re my tits. That’s it. Just tits. This should apply everywhere, but you’re bringing this to me at a goddamned fetish night? Are you joking?

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Breaking News! Ruling Protecting Transgender Workers Goes Into Effect Today!

midwestgenderqueer:

this is hella convenient cause I am currently writing a paper on this… which is due today… in 3 hours… I should probably finish it. 

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I have been

Through enough shit, enough circumstance and abuse to have wanted to kill myself, to have struggled in and with life, in and with myself, in and with the world around me.

And it makes me REALLY, REALLY angry, that so many other people do not have the luck or luxury of getting some of the breaks I’ve gotten, accessing the resources I’ve been able to access, having their struggles eased, even a little bit.

THAT is why I give a fuck about issues that ‘have nothing to do with’ me. Guess what? If someone’s suffering is because of a system that I am a part of - whether intentionally/by choice or not - it is absolutely something I should be involved in finding a solution to.

And you know what - even if I wasn’t a part of that system (impossible!), there is NOTHING wrong with wanting that big, seemingly unattainable fantasy of ‘everyone is happy and healthy’ to someday become a reality.

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Homeless mother who sent six-year-old son to better school in the wrong town jailed for five years.

I am so frustrated. Oh my god. What the HELL?

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The more I learn about the things I am interested in, feel strongly about, that effect me, the more I build a sort of circle of knowledge, resources and… we’ll call it input.

The people in my circle (and I) cry out, saying “We are NOT voiceless. You just aren’t listening!”

And as my circle expands, I hear from the edges, “We are NOT voiceless. You just aren’t listening!” and I realize, these voices are directed at me, at my circle.

I think it is important to expand your own knowledge, listen to others and learn what you can - regardless of whether or not you think it applies to you, effects you, is something you ‘need’. 

I want the people who don’t think my problems are their problems or that my rights are something they should care about, to change their minds.

And I don’t want to be one of those people to someone else.

When you hear a voice from the edge of your circle, listen. Learn more. We are all important, and if anyone is marginalized, discriminated against, abused - it is a problem for humanity. I’m not saying speak up for them, because FUCK DOES THAT EVER PISS ME OFF WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT TO ME, I’m saying shut the fuck up and listen for a while. There are so many of us out there who feel like nobody, or not enough people, are really listening. There are too many of us who are too busy shouting to listen to the people we don’t identify or we just haven’t thought of.

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I started having sex when I was 14. I started taking birth control when I was 14. I decided to never reproduce, when I was 14.

For periods of time - in between changing types of birth control, when I was broke, sometimes due to forgetfulness - I was sexually active without it.

My mother and my aunt were told they couldn’t have children. Several miscarriages later, they each had one.

I thought, perhaps, despite this, I couldn’t have children. I certainly don’t want any, and after 11 years of sexual activity, numerous periods without contraception and no resulting pregnancies, I figured maybe our genetics were finally screwed up enough that I just couldn’t have kids.

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Oh my god, yes. Thank you.

Hitting on Bisexual Women: A Primer

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