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Anonymous asked: Why are you so angry about JLaw's nudes being leaked? I thought you didn't like her.

tstarksbitch:

  • i am angry because this is just another example of women being shamed for taking nudes instead of the douchebag who spreads them being shamed for violating someone’s privacy like that
  • i am angry because nobody deserves this, regardless of how i feel about their personality
  • i am angry because this is pure misogyny and shows how women aren’t respected in our culture
  • i am angry because she did not consent to having those pics posted everywhere but they still were
  • i am angry because on the VERY RARE occasion this happens to a male celeb he is not shamed but rather the perpetrator is and it’s forgotten quickly whereas this will haunt jennifer for years and years to come
  • i am angry because this was a sex crime and people are treating it like a joke
  • i am angry because she is being exploited/objectified and some gross dudebros are probably jacking off to those pics 
  • i am angry because people are CONGRATULATING the fucker who did such an atrocious thing to her instead of being appalled 

listen i may not like her personally but the fact remains that as a human being she is entitled to body autonomy and to choose who sees her naked body and who doesn’t 

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mageoflime:

youmightbeamisogynist:

beyoncesupremacy:

tamorapierce:

onemuseleft:

fuck-me-barnes:

carmanitaknits:

wagrobanite:

think-progress:

Members of Congress are living off food stamps for a week to protest Republican cuts. It’s a challenge for them, but GOP cuts would hurt millions of everyday Americans

Why does this not have more publicity. This needs it!

I want a reality tv show where politicians have to live in poverty for a month. They have to live in Government housing, shop with food stamps, and get only a limited amount of money for clothes. Because here, they still have all their trappings, lilke nice cars and thousand dollar suits. I want them in Walmart jeans trying to determine if they can afford a carton of milk. 

Give them a full calendar year. I want to see them confident in January, and sometime around June choking back tears at the Safeway because they are tired, so tired, of eating 25 cent cup noodles, eyeing other peoples’ full grocery carts with a dull bewilderment.

Let me see them despair because they have a persistent nagging cough that won’t go away and might be turning into pneumonia but the minute clinic is $60, which might as well be as six million dollars, either way they ain’t got it to spare - and that doesn’t count the cost of prescriptions. Let me hear them tell people about the muscle cramps they get at night due to eating non-nutritious garbage for months, the weakness from persistent hunger. 

Let them know the shame and frustration of only owning one pair of cheap polyester pants for work and one pair of thrift-store jeans, and both persistently have ripped crotches and seams coming undone, no matter how many times they get sewn back up.

Let the women know the particular sort of despair that comes once a month when you can’t afford even the cheapest pads or tampons.

Let them understand the frustration of being charged a $35 fee for a $2 overdraft. Let them watch as the bank holds charges from different days in “pending” till they all come through on the same day, and the bank charges them four times for a single overdraft because “the charges all cleared at the same time”. 

I want them to know the particular pain of having to decide between food for the week, or transportation costs to and from work. You can’t have both. Choose wisely.

You do not truly understand poverty until you’ve lived it and a month isn’t enough to encompass it. Not even close.

I have $7000 in medical bills this year because I let something go untreated for nine years because I couldn’t afford it. When I broke my hand I refused to go to the doctor because I couldn’t afford it - it wasn’t until my manager swore up and down that worker’s comp would cover it that I even considered going - and there were pieces of bone sticking out of my hand. I once walked on a broken foot for a year. A year. Because my boss wouldn’t let me have the time off to let it heal properly and my job required being on my feet for 8+hours a day. And that fucking foot kept starting to heal and then re-fracturing all over again. Spaghetti makes me sick to my stomach because I ate it every fucking day for months on end because pasta and tomato sauce are CHEAP, but there was no meat and no veggies, so it didn’t really do me any good. 

Sometimes I buy things I don’t need just to prove to myself that I can. And sometimes I go crazy and buy bags of things for the homeless shelter and the food bank because Jesus, do people need it and I have a little extra to spare now. Sometimes I hoard things, like soap and food and old clothes that I don’t like and will never wear again, because what if I need it in the future and can’t afford it?

Sometimes I remember being so poor that my power was turned off and my bank account was negative and I had nothing in the kitchen but ramen noodles and canned beans and god only knew how I was going to scrape together $475 to pay the rent on my shitty apartment and the lingering stress makes me start to cry.

Rice for a whole winter, except weekends when my boyfriend came down and took me out, and margarine—forget butter—for it only rarely, so I couldn’t eat white rice for forty years.  Pasta and soup with maybe a burger on payday as my only meat.  No dental work, so my teeth are an ongoing trainwreck.  Living in one-room studio apartments in residential hotels for a decade because we couldn’t afford a real apartment or utilities.  And yes to all the bank crap.

I want the Congresscritters to live through a year of THAT before they vote on programs for the poor.

I remember going through things like this as a child. Being so hungry that you’re blacking out and collapsing. There’s actually too many things that went on for me to list but I do remember the worst thing being that you’re made to pay fees if you cant afford something like not paying your bills on time. You;re charged for being poor. You actually have to pay money because you’re poor.

This is what I say every time I see this. It’s easy to go a week. You won’t starve in a week. You don’t have to pay bills or the mortgage in a week. There is no figuring out how you’re going to pay for a medical emergency or car repairs or a bus pass in a week. None of these creeps are buying diapers or formula or school supplies at all, much less in a week. Abs this food? Only has to last a week. They don’t have to figure out how to stretch those two small bags of groceries into meals for a family of four for a month.

Congress should have to do a two month stint on minsies and foodstamps in gov’t housing before they take office. Like, a cleansing period. Assets frozen, monitored by Secret Service. Make sure they know what they’re voting for.

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madeofpatterns:

Some degree of administrative expense in a nonprofit is a good thing. If it means they’re *actually paying the people who work for them reasonable amounts for the work they do*. If it means the people who work for them can afford health insurance. If it means they can have financial stability and not have to waste time on things like moving offices frequently.

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youneedacat:

imnotevilimjustwrittenthatway:

madeofpatterns:

Loud vocal anger is *not* a valid response to someone who has a neurological problem with pronouns being unable to use the correct ones consistently.

It is not ok to punish someone for being disabled.

Uh, sorry, no?

If someone can’t use either my name or the correct pronouns (there are multiple ones I’d accept) then yeah, I’m gonna be mad if they ever refer to me in a misgendering way. I don’t really care if some random internet stranger has declared my anger at being misgendered by anyone, for any reason, to be invalid.

And maybe that’s one of those situations where it’s not really any one person’s fault or responsibility to change but that they just need to avoid one another, but still, I’m not gonna shut up about or put up with being hurt just because someone ‘can’t help it’. 

I could see how two people would just have to avoid each other.  But “We’d better avoid each other” is different than “I’m going to verbally berate you for something you have no conceivable control over.”

I actually went a long time before telling anyone my preferred pronouns, because I have so many friends who have pronoun problems and I didn’t want them to believe I’d blow up at them for using the wrong ones, the way I know they’d seen happen to others.

(FWIW mine are, in order of preference:  sie/hir, ze/zer/zem, xe/xyr/xem, they/their/them, and anything else.  Strong, strong preference for the first ones, though, and moderately strong preference for the next two sets.)

Problem is, I know people who are not capable of any pronouns but the usual types, because they have trouble with neologisms, and may even have trouble getting the right pronouns in regular situations with cis people.  Pronoun trouble is actually (or has been, on and off) part of the *actual diagnostic criteria* for autism, so it’s a huge deal for some autistic people to get *any* pronouns right.  I often get pronouns wrong, although I try to default to singular ‘they’ when I don’t know, because it seems the one least likely to cause offense.  But even then, I can mean to write they and have literally any other pronoun come out, including ones that aren’t even third person.

So that’s why I don’t support blowing up at people over pronouns.  I can see why, if pronouns are a huge issue for both parties in different ways, the two would have to just avoid each other.  But I still can’t see treating someone like they’re deliberately misgendering you when they’re clearly not, is going to help anyone in any way.  Like yes, it still hurts regardless of why they’re doing it, but the why part matters a good deal in terms of whether they’re being abusive or just verbally clumsy.

So that’s why I try to first off give people a sort of ‘sliding scale’ of pronouns in order of preference (even though I do find some pronouns every bit as upsetting as any other person would), and then, if I know they’re autistic or have another cognitive disability, cut them some slack.  Like my best friend in the entire world is not able to use neologism pronouns whatsoever, so any pronoun she uses is going to misgender me, and I can’t exactly break up the closest friendship I’ve ever had just because she’s autistic.  Especially when the only reason I can handle certain pronouns is I was exposed to them at a younger age than she was.  (And like me, she’s genderless, but unlike me, she doesn’t really have a preferred pronoun.  For whatever reason I strongly, strongly prefer sie/hir over anything else, and even ze and xe feel weird in comparison, and all the regular pronouns feel really bad.)

At any rate, the misgendering that makes me angry is the kind done on purpose.  I have trouble getting angry at people with a condition where pronoun problems have been diagnostic for it since it was first identified in the 1940s.  I get far more pissed off at people who try to talk me into believing that as a genderless AFAB person I am actually “transmasculine” or something.  Which seems to be considered somehow an okay thing to assert in this community, whereas flubbing pronouns by accident because of a neurological condition seems to be one of the ultimate sins and considered on par with flubbing pronouns on purpose or because you don’t care enough.

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teachthemhowtothink:

smokeandwhiskers:

egalitariste:

feministe-radicale-et-bisexuelle:

edwardspoonhands:

cassandracroft:

So this is what trust looks like.

Funny, my first thought was “So this is what the patriarchy looks like.”

Yup. This is how women are supposed to trust men. With their lives.

Woman : “Hey, can we just… Drop the bow?”Man : “WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME I’M NOT A VIOLENT GUY, YOU ARE INSULTING ME THINKING I WILL HURT YOU!!!”Woman : “No it’s just… Well I’m afraid.”Man : “But why? Look at me, I’m not afraid. And we’re equal, look, we pull the bow together.”Woman : “I think we’re not equal, you can kill me with the arrow and I can’t.”Man : “What? So you would like to be able to kill me? You’re so agressive!”Woman : “That’s not what I mean, we were talking about equality : you can hurt me, I can’t.”Man : “Of course you can. You can hit me with the bow if you want.”Woman : “That’s not the same thing, it will never kill you.”Man : “Oh, you always complaining, stop victimising yourself! Do I talk about the difficulty of holding the arrow? Of the responsibility it giving to me?”[…]Etc, etc.Every debates about gender equality, ladies and gentleman.


omg the comments.  Brilliant.

teachthemhowtothink:

smokeandwhiskers:

egalitariste:

feministe-radicale-et-bisexuelle:

edwardspoonhands:

cassandracroft:

So this is what trust looks like.

Funny, my first thought was “So this is what the patriarchy looks like.”

Yup. This is how women are supposed to trust men. With their lives.

Woman : “Hey, can we just… Drop the bow?”
Man : “WHY DON’T YOU TRUST ME I’M NOT A VIOLENT GUY, YOU ARE INSULTING ME THINKING I WILL HURT YOU!!!”
Woman : “No it’s just… Well I’m afraid.”
Man : “But why? Look at me, I’m not afraid. And we’re equal, look, we pull the bow together.”
Woman : “I think we’re not equal, you can kill me with the arrow and I can’t.”
Man : “What? So you would like to be able to kill me? You’re so agressive!”
Woman : “That’s not what I mean, we were talking about equality : you can hurt me, I can’t.”
Man : “Of course you can. You can hit me with the bow if you want.”
Woman : “That’s not the same thing, it will never kill you.”
Man : “Oh, you always complaining, stop victimising yourself! Do I talk about the difficulty of holding the arrow? Of the responsibility it giving to me?”

[…]
Etc, etc.
Every debates about gender equality, ladies and gentleman.

omg the comments.  Brilliant.

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Doing the trans clothing swap thing; boosting my own post

transclothesexchange:

Some accessories I’m looking to donate. Would appreciate if people can chip in for shipping and handling but if not I understand. People closer to me (in Florida) might get priority if they’re not paying for shipping, though. I’ve also cross-posted this to the trans clothing swap tumblr, which does the same thing but doesn’t update as regularly — going to give things out on a mix of need, first come first serve, and people I know/have mutual friends with.

Captions are for the vision impaired, but they aren’t very good, so feel free to message me if you want to know more about a specific item.

If you want something, ask box me! http://respectissexy.tumblr.com/ask

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callmeoutis:

that post about “cops in the us vs cops in the uk” is so fucking annoying it’s propaganda you just cherry picked pictures of british cops doing goofy shit so you can act like police brutality is only an american problem that post sucks and it’s not funny

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maria-the-nerd asked: I'm interested in the square painted earrings and the daisy choker. I live in Michigan, but I can probably pay for shipping. I know that if you could get both of those into a USPS flat rate envelope, it'd be $5.60, so I could definitely do that. If not, my ZIP code is 48202 if you have to calculate shipping. If either of those are still available, let me know and I'll get back to you with my shipping address. Thanks!

Totally doable! Just give me your shipping address.