shout out to the girls that hate their bodies but are trying really really hard to find the beauty and comfort in them because that shit is hard and takes a lot of time and is emotionally exhausting. i’m proud of y’all.
real power is going outside knowing you look ugly and also knowing that if you chose to perform femininity in accordance with patriarchal standards you could look attractive, but genuinely prefering to look ugly and not feeling bad about it. feels good feels organic
True, honest, genuine power is going outside knowing you look gorgeous bc you don’t need to perform hyper femininity the way men want you to and that you can be stunning despite patriarchal ideals
i appreciate the intent but i actually made this post in direct response to the liberal feminist tendency to widen the parameters of “beauty” rather than challenging the concept itself and specifically the notion that women must be beautiful to be valuable, and as such my choice of words was very deliberate—i have no interest in being assured i am beautiful and a great deal of interest in existing without being told i must be such. this post is not self-deprecating and does not call for bathroom-stall platitudes. ugliness in women is threatening and i embrace that.
These Vengeful Bones
(so I’ve been researching true crime lately and getting increasingly angry at all of the women who get murdered by men they should be able to trust, so here’s some fury and catharsis. @trishaloach, @rrrawrf-writes. If you want to get @d when I post stories, reply to this post.)
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Olivia can’t say she didn’t see it coming, not when she was checking her failsafe spells twice a week, not when she lay awake at night afraid to fall asleep for fear that Allen’s peaceful breathing was faked to lull her into complacency, not when she stared at the phone for hours wondering if it was time to call her mom, call the police, call someone, get out. But he had never hit her, until the end, and she had loved him. Wasn’t this just how witches loved, all dark and full of teeth and danger? Wasn’t it exciting?
Look where exciting had gotten her. Six feet deep and rotting in pieces. He’d always underestimated her, so of course he assumed that her failsafes were the kind of thing that could be defeated with a little beheading and a grave-nail through the heart. What is she, a vampire? Nah. This is a setback, not a defeat. He’s still managed to fuck her over again, though. It’s going to take her ages to stitch herself back together, down here in the raw, worm-writhing earth.
OK but gay country music would go so hard though. Ladies singing about the girl in cut offs sitting next to them in their truck, dudes singing about showing off for the farmers son, bi people singing about how the county fair is hot but it ain’t cause of the heat. 90% of country music could be fixed if we removed the heteronormativity
The other 10% of country music is fine just the way it is cause that’s the 10% that’s women singing about killing their abusive husbands.
Boop the snoot for kisses!
the Gentle Alien and their unidentified creature companion have a system worked out
why DO teenage girls go through a witch/occult phase? I had tarot cards and a spellbook and I knew a group of girls who messed with ouija boards and another who had ghost hunting equipment. “oh yeah Cindy’s just going through that girly phase where she tries to raise the dead.”
a sense of power and autonomy that allows you to feel capable during a phase of life where all of that is usually stripped away.
the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy is presents a romance-style female-focused fantasy adventure, which is rare for blockbuster movies.
– you are Keira Knightley, the high-spirited and ever so slightly spoiled child of a doting father who happens to be the governor
– every man in the world is crazy about you, from the dashing naval officer who asks for your hand in marriage to the handsome young blacksmith’s apprentice who you met as a child and feel a strong bond with to the devilish pirate lord who saves your life and flirts with you shamelessly and you make out with him once but it’s for a good cause
– you have two weddings, one where you femme it up and then it turns all emo when it rains on your wedding day and the groom is dragged off in chains by another guy who secretly has the hots for you and then you have a second wedding where you dress as a man because you’re the pirate king now and you exchange custom vows and witty banter during a sword fight with zombies
– you are Keira Knightley
As small as the world 