I don’t write “sentences.” I write lots and lots of clauses and I coordinate and subordinate them, and when I can’t do that syntactically, I like to use lots of different punctuation—like this (sometimes like this)—to express intonational contours; that is to say, my ideas TRANSCEND YOUR ORTHOGRAPHIC HEGEMONY.
WOMEN ARE NEEDY TRYING TO TIE THE POOR MEN DOWN INTO MARRIAGE MEN JUST WANT TO RUN WILD AND FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EXCUSE ME REDUCING WOMEN TO MOTHERS????? THERE IS NOTHING BETTER A WOMAN COULD BE ALL WOMEN SHOULD BE MOTHERS!!!!!!!!
WHAT’S THIS A FEMALE CHARACTER DEFEATING ONE OF MY CLEVER WHITE GENIUS MEN? FUCK THAT NOISE SHE FALLS IN LOVE WITH HIM AND LOSES BECAUSE HER LADY FEELINGS TOOK CONTROL OF HER HEART AND THEN HAVE SHERLOCK RESCUE HER!!!!
MY NAME IS STEVEN MOFFAT AND I AM A FEMINIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
straight men are so fucking gay
if you’re doubting me on this place a mini whiteboard and a felt pen about 10 feet from one and time how long it takes for them to crudely draw a penis
A really great thing is happening on twitter under the tag “isitchicklit” wherein classics are given blurbs to prove that literally ANY book can be classed as ‘chick lit’ and that it’s a rubbish, sexist identifier used to trivialize women and their interests.
But seriously check it out.
Jared Padalecki everyone…
What sitcom is this from?
So Get This
i think i went too far on this one
locations in thedas - ferelden.
ferelden is a kingdom in southeastern thedas. it was conquered by orlais a century ago, when king darlan ruled, but was freed through the efforts of king maric theirin, grandson of king brandel.
this is how rape culture feels
when it’s dark
and i’m walking alone
my body is
whirring in time with my frantic heartbeat
and in my mind
the news broadcaster is telling me that
one in three women will be a
of sexual assault in their lifetime -
well, i went out with two other girls tonight
so which one does that make me?
cross the street
keys between fingers
cell phone in hand
it’s so hard to move quickly
in such a goddamn tight dress.
numbers, figures, stories -
they roll off your tongue in conversation
and you sometimes forget that
a third of women
will have something fucked from inside them,
adam cracking eve’s chest to pluck an excess rib for himself
taken just because he could
just to store away and rub and polish
this feeling is the kind of unclean
that no amount of showers can fix.
the questions -
why were you walking alone?
why didn’t you catch a cab?
why were you dressed the way you were dressed?
why didn’t you scream?
why didn’t you run?
why didn’t you fight?
and as you feel your tongue recoil with the hot blast of shame, you think -
why don’t you ask
why they burnt a part of me to the ground
and spat on the ashes?
you don’t have to tell us
that not all men are
“like that” -
we have fathers, brothers, male lovers too
more of you are
than you care to admit
and sometimes, we do not know if we are stepping into
until we are well and truly through the door
if you can try and feel me up
in a crowded train at peak hour
i shudder to think what you would do
had you come across me walking home alone
if you claim that you are “neutral”
when it comes to rape culture -
that men shouldn’t rape
but women shouldn’t dress like sluts
and yes, rape is wrong, but what if it’s a misunderstanding -
then you are as far away from neutral
as i want to be from you
neutrality is something
that you can feel
when someone asks,
“do you like glee?”
“would you like some more cake?”
it is not, however
an appropriate response
- a humane response -
to the questions of
“do you think people ever ask to be raped?”
“if they didn’t say no, that means it’s ok, right?”
is as hurtful as the hands
that so many women have been
held down by
pushed up a fence, fingers in mouth, torn apart by
no, i’m not interested in giving you my number.
i hope you understand.
creature lab assignment: design a non-traditional centaur! so here’s my…lumberjack moose man, of course. (in retrospect, i’m not sure how he puts his hat on)
my prayers have been answered