me in ten years: miley cyrus haircut, “what would big ang do?” tattooed on my arm, working at waffle house, everyone around me saying “girl you are 34 get your shit together” but i just consult bottles of strawberry andre instead
date a boy who’s a wolf. not figuratively a wolf literally date a fucking wolf. wolves are strong and cute and have powerful jaws for crushing the bones of men who harass you on the street. wolves are better than men in every respect. have you ever seen a man kill an elk with his teeth, howl at the moon, run at speeds of 35 mph. wolves CANNOT call you slurs
“Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it.”—Stevie Nicks is a queen, a witch, a dragon
Just real quick, I’m at the physiatrists office and miserable and reading stuff that’s pissing me off. My older sibling is an mtf trans person who is (justifiably)often angry on the Internet about they way trans people are treated
BUT, has never even acknowledged that they fucking molested me and destroyed my self worth and self image and feelings about sex and touching for years (which still affects my personal relationships, obviously) much less express any sort of remorse to me for it.
It’s hard to feel sympathetic. it’s hard to feel anything but fucking mad that the person who destroyed me and my family gets to just become some one else. When do I get to turn into the person that wasn’t touched as a kid?
Hello, followers. It is time to hibernate. Please join me in sleeping for the next few months. If we all hibernate together, none of us can be held individually responsible. Society will just have to adjust.