Our work of love should be to reclaim masculinity and not allow it to be held hostage to patriarchal domination. There is a creative, life-sustaining, life-enhancing place for the masculine in a non-dominator culture. And those of us committed to ending patriarchy can touch the hearts of real men where they live, not by demanding that they give up manhood or maleness, but by asking that they allow its meaning to be transformed, that they become disloyal to patriarchal masculinity in order to find a place for the masculine that does not make it synonymous with domination or the will to do violence.
bell hooks, The Will to Change, p115. (via tiledsarenomore)
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I was raised by a woman that I have come to recognise as a revolutionary mother, who used the act of mothering as a process of education and affirmation for the minds and sensibilities of her children. From this upbringing I learned that the real catalyst for liberation is neither force nor discourse, but the revolutionary power of love.
Jessica Horn, feminist poet (via genderacrossborders)
→Aphrodite/Venus DJ Mix by Ansible
A talented friend of mine makes really great mixes. Check it out if you’re feeling amorous ;*
This nail polish is very…como se dice…very chic! Thanks, Mija.
Buela
And here, Obama, is your decent human being cookie.
Any other allies want a cookie?
All women dream of meeting a partner who will like our bodies as they are. We long for partners who will offer affirmation and unconditional acceptance, particularly if we have never been affirmed or were affirmed only as children in our families of origin. We long for acceptance of our physical beings, to be admired as we are, even as we withhold affirmation from ourselves. This is the worst form of self-sabotage. We can “start where we are” by offering ourselves that gaze of approval we long to see in the eyes of someone else. The more we love our flesh, the more others will delight in its bounty. As we love the female body, we are able to let it be the ground on which we build a deeper relationship to ourselves—a loving relationship uniting mind, body, and spirit.
Bell Hooks, “Growing into a Woman’s Body” (via typing-heartaches)
AZEALIA <3
“It’s all false love and affection/You don’t like me, you just want the attention”
STR8 TRPPN
I have a tendency to end up crushing on/falling for straight girls that: 1. makes me feel like a 15-year-old boy [not cute] 2. causes me insurmountable amounts of inner turmoil and makes me resent my sexuality [not healthy].
It’s not like i go out of my way to be one of “those” queers who believes the golden ticket to converting straight girls lies within their nana, i just have this annoying habit of being attracted to someone’s personality before and despite their appearance, sexuality, gender presentation, etc.
In the past, my remedy to this issue has been to avoid women altogether, which normally works for an entire week before I’m back in a pitfall of romanticism, convincing myself that love will conquer all, wondering why straight men only talk to me because they think I’m into group sex, wishing that straight women I do encounter would quit using me for the attention of straight men, and being told that bisexuality doesn’t exist and I should “pick one and quit being greedy.”
Having a straight moment. Having a cis female moment. *deepbreath*
I remember when I was younger and used to say shit like, “I wish I were straight,” as well as the day that I fully embraced my sexuality. Now, I’m at a point where I wonder if doing so has only opened doors for my emotions to be taken advantage of.
I’m pretty exhausted with being used as a sexual prop; I don’t know how many straight, cis female friends I’ve had who have talked about hooking up with me “as a joke,” or tried to make out with me in front of their boyfriends. Recently, a guy broke the “time ‘til he asks about a threesome” record: five minutes into conversation. Swag? No, dude. No.
To return to the original point of this whiny-ass post without the false promise of avoiding romantic encounters with any gender or only being friends with queer people to avoid potential heartbreak, I just have a simple request from straight friends of queer people or allies within the queer community: Please don’t lead your friends on. They aren’t sexual props there to make you look edgy, or guinea pigs for your closeted fantasies, or any of that shit. They’re people, like yourself, with hearts that can break just like your own. Keep it in mind, that’s all. I’ll leave you babies with some bittersweet LaRoux to wash it all down.
