Wussy Bait

lettersoakedingirlblood:

I am pussy bait, I am wussy bait. I get the messed up overly-sensitive boys crying for their distant mommies that they love more than their daddies who they fucking hate. They tell them to stop being a wussy and to stop crying and to go into sports teams. The ones that society deems “wussies” the fairy boy breed. The ones that smell like milk and wounds and lucky charms. The ones that cry and moan and understand you better than your father ever did. The pixie boys. The ones with long fingers and knobby knees.

The boys who were just as teased. The ones who were hit around and picked around and would attract domineering abusive personalities just like you. All bruised up and wanting love just like you. Giving and selfless while everyone uses them like a welcome mat, but you don’t. Because you know how it feels to be used like one. Used and abused. Instead you love and mother each other and hold each other. The girl and the wussy.

I was supposed to be a Mexican, then came Manifest Destiny and I became Mexican American, then came the Census Bureau and I became Hispanic, then came that white woman and I became a spic, then came that one Ethnic Studies class and I became Chicano, then came Cherríe Moraga and I became Xicano. In the end, it’s just me and my unsolicited opinion.

Lorenzo Herrera y Lozano (via xicanapreciosa)
elizabitchtaylor:

Lynda Moore, Playboy Bunny 1970

elizabitchtaylor:

Lynda Moore, Playboy Bunny 1970

lacedheartt:

Adelina Patti by Franz Xaver Winterhalter 

lacedheartt:

Adelina Patti by Franz Xaver Winterhalter 

feralgoddess:

i just cut it off with a guy who told me that he thought schizophrenia was cool and he wishes he had it. he came to this conclusion by watching shitty movies, mostly. i thought it was just a tumblr thing, but apparently its not. i’m hearing a lot these days from people who think being crazy is a cool thing. kids making trophies of mental illness. adults doing the same. how adorable. tell me more. tell me all about how you think psychosis is a state of creative enlightenment and how fascinating it must be to go through. tell me about how you wish you could have gone to the crazy house that one time your parents almost sent you for nicking your wrists a little bit. tell me about how a beautiful mind is your favorite movie and you’ve watched donnie darko and girl interrupted ten times. tell me how being one of the crazies would be a spiritually transcendent experience for you. tell me how you envy the freedom of the insane. i’m curious what utter insensitive misinformed bullshit sounds like. you’ve clearly never seen a full grown person shit their pants from enlightenment before. you’ve never seen a young person end up on the streets because their family just didn’t “get” how highly evolved they were. you have no idea what you’re talking about and you’re trivializing all the pain people and their families go through, but do tell me more.

there was a movement like this in the 60’s. they viewed mental illness even in its most extreme expression as a state of enlightenment. it made the sane people on the outside feel special, it gave them something to write books about, the art world loved the novelty of this outsider art, they loved peering safely into this strange world. people always find what they don’t understand erotic. it was an extremely destructive and exploitative movement for the people actually suffering. it didn’t help them. it still doesn’t.

go find the family of someone with a debilitating mental illness and see how they like it. go to your psychiatric hospital or your inpatient eating disorder ward, ask them how they’re enjoying their anointed position in life. tell them how you wish you could switch places with them. tell them how you think what they’re going through is “interesting” and “romantic” and “cool”. tell it to my thirteen year-old cousin on disability. tell it to the parents who cry themselves to sleep at night because they don’t know who will take care of their children when they die. i’m sure they’ll find your perspective interesting. 

FUCKING THIS EXACTLY! Thank you, thank you. I’ve had an eating disorder for a number of years that I am barely getting over, schizophrenia, and bipolar disorder. I also have complex PTSD from the amount of abuse I’ve suffered in my life. Its fucking…its not romantic. Everyone needs to stop with that bullshit.

To all those who don’t think the rape joke was a problem, or rape jokes are a problem.

I get it, you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something or connect you to doing something that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.

And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right?

So fine. If all those arguments aren’t going anything for you, let me tell you this. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and you don’t see the harm, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.

Because this is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down-

6% of college age men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act.

6% of Penny Arcade’s target demographic will admit to actually being rapists when asked.

A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?

Rapists do.

They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.

Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.

If one in twenty guys is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, really cool guy, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.

But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.

And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed?

That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.

You. The rapist’s comrade.

And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore…

Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim.

Time-Machine (via a comment at shakesville.com)
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I have two photos with the same sort of look on my face but my hair looks different…hrm…this is one of them. Teehee.

I have two photos with the same sort of look on my face but my hair looks different…hrm…this is one of them. Teehee.