You can’t pick and choose what parts of feminism you want. You can’t support your queer sisters but not your trans sisters. You can’t support your fat sisters but not your sisters of colour. Being a feminist means creating a positive and equal space for women. The second you start excluding women based on which characteristics you do or do not find appealing you have defeated the whole point of being a feminist.
If you’ve ever doubted yourself, walk deep into any forest. Notice how the trees still stand even though they are given no recognition. Walk along any stream. The water still flows, though no one stops to praise it. Watch the stars late at night; they shine without acknowledgment. Humans are just the same. We are made out of the same elements as these beautiful wonders. Always remember your beauty and self worth.
You know something I found interesting? Is how when people meet dogs, they’ll say something like “He’s so cute!” And the owner will shyly respond with “she’s a girl, actually” And the person will apologize and IMMEDIATELY start using the right pronouns. So my question is, If its so easy to do with DOGS why is it so fucking difficult to do with trans people?
INFP: diligently ignores problem until it’s too big to manage ESTJ: ‘exactly as i say, or else’ ISFP: lists and lists and lists and lists… ESFJ: vocalizes everything they’re doing ISFJ: ♫ move bitch, get out the way ♫ ENTP: too interested by the options to do anything ISTJ: cool headed, but harsh like ice ENFP: heart rate over 9000 INTP: never does anything despite completely understanding the problem ENTJ: step aside or get crushed underfoot ISTP: nothing like a full-blown crisis to get back into the zone ENFJ: assumes responsibility and approaches with logic INFJ: adrenaline rush or complete paralysis ESTP: acts first, figures out later INTJ: devises a universal system to resolve the problem for all time ESFP: needs space to figure things out
the basic appeal of warrior cats is like you’re 10 and you pick up a book with a cat on it and you love cats and whoa the book is from the point of view of a cat that’s so cool where’s that cat going what cool kitties who’s this yo what the fuck
i put my hands in my pockets casually, giving a nervous laugh. ‘w-what’s an otp’ i stutter. i take my hand out of my pocket to brush my hair back smoothly. a list falls out of the pocket. it begins to roll. it is going on seven blocks now. i begin to cry.