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Allison Moon Tells Us How Lesbian Werewolves Do It - San Francisco Art - The Exhibitionist
(via sexualassumptions)
I’m reading this book right now. It’s amazing.
“Cats against cat-calls” by Starchild Stela
who is this person and how do I make them my best friend
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i find it really upsetting on many levels when internet feminists get so burned out calling each other out on relatively silly, western issues (the usage of words such as “crazy,” demisexuals appropriating queerness) that they completely laugh off legit critiques about the of spread of (uncredited) fetish porn images on social networking sites such as tumblr.
you know how people are always getting up in arms about artwork / manifestos etc. being posted without credit? well, here’s the thing: when you post these porn images without credit you are often directly exploiting the bodies of the workers. it’s usually not like they are being paid every time you “like” their image! but then again, you usually never have a way to know on the internet who is doing that work & how consensual it really is. having worked a bit with support services for survivors of sex trafficking, i am always skeptical of pornography that cannot be traced to either a company that is known for treating their workers decently or to a consenting actor. to clarify, if & when “sex positive” porn stars post or make their own images / videos or work for companies that are reputable or are otherwise okay with you re-blogging their stuff, go ahead and post it. but from here on end, if you post random porn fetish porn because you needed a ten second hard on or think it’s funny i’m unfollowing you immediately.
ps, before everybody gets up in arms, no i am not a sex worker. just a concerned feminist.)
pps - if you agree with any of the points made in this post, i ask that you re-blog it or write up something similar. i’ve never before asked for feedback and i don’t really care how many people like me on the internet or follow my tumblr. but i cannot emphasize how important it is to be mindful of the conditions of sex workers. the other side of sex positivity has to be checking to see who creates the images we look at & whether the sex workers are acting as their own agents. for better or worse, a massive number of people are learning how to “do” feminism via the internet & the way to curb sex trafficking & other exploitative forms of sex work is to educate the people on the “demand” side.
Yes yes yes yes this forever.
In my Catholic high school, we had a program called Not Me, Not Now. Its approach is that we were too EMPOWERED and INTELLIGENT to have premarital sex.
As far as approaches to abstinence-only education go, there are worse ones.
Little 16-year-old Rie is in class, taught by a parent volunteer. She asks us for good reasons not to have premarital sex.
I raise my hand.
“Yes Marie?”
“Only 30% of women have orgasms via penetrative sex.”*
She never called on me again. I can’t imagine why.
*this was the statistic I’d heard at the time, YMMV
This blog post outs several transwomen with both pseudonyms AND legal names, their photos, where they can be found at the festival, and in some cases their profession and employment. Being on this “hitlist” of transwomen was not consented to by any of them, and it associates them with accusations of volatile behavior that the author has absolutely no proof any of them participated in. The blogger refuses to use female pronouns and asserts that these women, who live in one of the most marginalized segments of our society, are “chest pounding” and trying to assert male privilege in invading a womens’ space – as if people who’ve survived gender dysphoria and live outside of our binary ideas of gender have any male privilege to speak of.
Here’s the original post in question (tw for transphobic and cis-sexist bullshit). This is absolutely ridiculous on so many levels. Regardless of how you feel about transpeople, you should absolutely be concerned that Wordpress is allowing defamatory, person-targeting practices like this to happen, despite a clear violation of their Terms of Service.
You can report GenderTrender to Wordpress for violating terms of service HERE.
Two specific clauses you can cite:
Types of Blogs that violate our advertising policy:
Personal attack blogs: Blogs with the primary purpose of attacking an individual or group of individuals are not welcome on WordPress.com. We have a particularly low tolerance for anonymous bloggers who make personal attacks without standing by their words with their real name.
Terms of Service: inciting violence/making threats:
By making Content available, you represent and warrant that…the Content does not contain threats or incite violence towards individuals or entities, and does not violate the privacy or publicity rights of any third party.
Please fill out the form, mention those clauses, and reblog.
IF YOU HAVE THE STOMACH FOR IT (big if, because they ask you to quote passages from the blog entry in question in the report form), PLEASE FILL OUT THE FORM. I read in one of the notes that one of the women in question lost her job due to this hateful post (but I couldn’t reblog from that person because of formatting nightmares.) I just don’t get people sometimes.
i am at a loss for words. i can’t believe such hate-filled people can think doing this is okay, and i’m disappointed that a company like wordpress cannot clearly see hate speech in its face.
As somebody working behind the scenes on the Legal Bits and the Taking Care of My Friends Who Have Been Slandered Bits—this is godawful and heartbreaking and Wordpress has done NOTHING about it and won’t until we’re done with the legal bits, but it can’t hurt to keep pestering them.
I sent this to one of my childhood bffs with the message “Remember how we used to listen to TLC and Salt n Pepa and Jill Sobule and got all empowered in spite of ourselves?”
guestblogging at Feministe; why yes, I do talk a lot about Janet Jackson.
I’m happy to announce that after nearly a year of preparations the first (and probably only) issue of my zine My Feminist Friends is complete! The zine features an awesome cover by local artist Elvis Bakaitis, as well as interviews with five of my friends- a women’s/gender studies professor and student (Stina), a psychology professor/student (Laurie), a union organizer (Stephanie), an archivist/librarian (Marie), and a social science researcher/future doula (Dawn). Some lovely artwork created by friends is included as well.
Release of my zine “My Feminist Friends” « Somebody’s Autobiography
My friend Kate wrote this! My friend Elvis illustrated it! All proceeds go to the Kickstarter for Cindy Crabb’s Encyclopedia of Doris.
I always feel weird when I’m reading a science fiction/speculative fiction book where LGBT people are still looked down on, women still have very limited roles, and the primary ethnic makeup is white.
Seriously, you can’t just think about the technology. You have to think about the people. You have to look where the world is heading and extrapolate. Heck, a lot of this sci-fi has women and minorities with less power than they have now.
That always takes me right out of a book. It makes no sense to me. I get your string theory and explanation for interstellar travel, but try explaining to me why the only women in your book are the hero’s mom and stay-at-home girlfriend when today, in a world without interstellar travel, women are rocket scientists and politicians. I don’t buy that. I literally don’t buy that, because I’m not going to spend money on some drivel that tells me that I’ll get to Alpha Centauri before I make it to the altar.
Sci-fi writers of the world: please think about this stuff when you write.
PREACH!
Revised version of Dainty Girls Manifesto, courtesy of einsteinonacid
I am not interested in speaking to you in a way that encourages you to be average.
You are not average.
You must believe only the truth about yourself; you have to choose to believe it now, and fight against the forces that want you to believe the lie of anything otherwise.
You are extraordinary.
Lindsey is the angel leaning over scores of teenage girls, whispering “Grow, grow.”
You Are Among Friends is a slight-but-powerful guide to everything she wants you to know, written in the inimitable tone that speaks of its zine origins—conversational, honest, timely and wise. When so many teens are hearing no, she’s there saying yes, yes you have a right to be empowered, yes, you have a right to a good life and opportunities, and these are the ways I’ve found to make things so.
Read the rest: Friend of Dorothy Wilde: You Are Among Friends: Advice for the Little Sisters I Never Had by Lindsey J. Markel
New review, on the blog!
From when I was a child. I value handmade things. I have come to
Believe that there are two kinds of love in this world:
Inherited and handmade. Yes, we inherit love
But my people, my people make love by hand.
I admit, this was totally an impulse purchase—how could I resist this tiny book of poems with rainbow flag skirts on the cover, while ringing up this month’s tribute to my girlfriend, Bluestockings? I’m glad I didn’t resist, because it is a delightful piece of work.
Enszer writes about feminism, relationships, art, drama, in a spare free verse with complex repetitions that drive each theme home. She is frank about sex, about the women she’s known and loved:
With my lips but no words,
I have told them, in this world,
there is room for you. Be as you are.
~ “Swagger”
Friend of Dorothy Wilde: Handmade Love by Julie R. Enszer
New review, on ze blog.
It would have
1. Excerpts from great empowering scenes in YA fiction (like the division-of-property scene in Fly on the Wall by E. Lockhart)
2. Rewrites of scenes that make you twitch where the protagonist comes off the victor instead (like the stepdad confrontation scene in Shrimp by Rachel Cohn)