seras-sanctum:

halfjackets:

halfjackets:

for the honour of gayskull

my dudes it was a shit post it’s not supposed to get 10000 notes

That’s not a shitpost it’s just the truth

auntiewanda:

cecaeliawitch:

millennialsfabwlw:

cis-ftm:

politely-discourse:

Prepare yourself

If you don’t think genital preferences are problematic

You’d better keep your mouth shut when white ppl say they have racial preferences

They are the exact same thing

You are judging your attraction to a person over an aspect of their body they cannot control. Something that has nothing to do with their personality, interests, politics, etc.

If “I won’t date trans people” isn’t transphobic, then “I won’t date black people” isn’t racist.

(Hint because people are fucking ignorant and will probably not understand this: The point is that BOTH are messed up and neither should be acceptable)

Please tell me this post is satire

It isn’t, unfortunately. Genderists always use the “it’s the same thing as not dating black/ ppl of colour” argument, not understanding how fuck up that is. Skin colour doesn’t play any role in sexual orientation, we are gay, bi or straight regardless of skin colour. However the sex of a person does play a big role in sexual orientation, lesbians and straight men won’t be interested by penises, gay men and straight women won’t be interested by vaginas, a simple fact but genderists do not understand nor respect us.

op thinks black women are as distinct and separate from white women as men are from women

Homosexuality is messed up, wow what a hot take no one has ever said before. 

butchtobe:

*googles “lesbian werewolf pack near me”*

rochichan:

I recently rewatched A Very Potter Sequel and attempted to draw the cast as the age they’re portraying LOL still hilarious after all these years

bitter-badfem-harpy:

radicallyaligned:

One of the most harmful parts of girlhood is how we learn to use our bodies as currency.

Small smiles, clasped hands, and batted eyes gain us capital. We’re rewarded. We are allowed a snack or extra time outside if we agree to hug our caretakers. Our parents promise us dessert if we allow the great aunt to kiss us on the cheek. We begin to learn. And we grow a little and then it’s touching a male classmate on the elbow to convince him to help you on a question instead of ignore you, or making downcast eyes at a male teacher to ask sweetly for the bathroom pass so you’re more likely to have your bodily functions believed.

Then we age more and it’s low cut shirts so the cashier at the theater doesn’t check to see if you’re 17, and doing sex acts with your first boyfriend before you’re ready because you know if you don’t some other girl will and you know the more you do the longer he’ll stay.

It’s seeing TV shows and movies where the female spy/superhero/Jane Doe has to seduce the villain for information/entry/survival. It’s seeing TV shows and movies where if the man pursues you long enough/the hero saves your life/the outcast proves his worth then he deserves a kiss/taken to the bedroom/your hand in marriage. It’s the good and the bad guys having access to female bodies, your body, for different reasons. Its learning that you can use your female form to reward or deny, like it’s a sweet treat and not the thing you reside in, you yourself.

And this mentality, this commodification of our physical selves, its damaging. It warps how we view ourselves and our interactions with the world. It puts a “for sale” sign on us, and it says we can be bought, and we are left scrambling to set the price.

I was five when I learned how to properly wiggle your ass at a pool table to distract your Male opponent.

I was eleven when halter tops started selling more raffle tickets.

I was fifteen when I learned that the more sheer my white t-shirt was when I was waitressing the better my tips were.

I still laugh at jokes that aren’t funny and remember how to angle my hips and my head to ask a man to get something off a higher shelf. It’s inescapable.

ttrustissues:

I feel like I’m constantly worrying about the next part of my life without realizing that I’m right in the middle of what I used to look forward to