December 2011
November 2011
“Know your place, woman. Only men are allowed to fight in the arena.”
—I’d appreciate dismembering you and stringing your fingernails on a necklace.
Writing smut poetry that I'll (most likely) never share with anyone.
Bring mich nach Hause
Wir Sind Helden
Wir Sind Helden - Bring mich nach Hause
Hair of the Dog: [Personhood Bill] - Civil Rights for Teratomas →
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I mean it. If we’re going to give an egg more civil rights than the woman carrying it, well before it’s started developing into a person… how about we give civil rights to cancer, too? I mean— it’s made out of human DNA, made of human tissue. It carries the same genes as an egg does— maybe more….
“Essentially, the idea of a “slut” is a myth told to women to keep them in their place. Just as Santa will not actually bring you coal on Christmas if you break a few of the house rules, you will not actually turn into an intrinsically tainted, unpalatable creature if you break one of society’s rules and have sex with one too many men. The word “slut” isn’t a criticism for having too much sex necessarily, but for being a woman: a real, living, breathing woman with quirks, foibles, normal sexual feelings, and personality; and failing to live up to the societal ideal for a woman: the passive, pliable, perpetually innocent, and sexually available Barbie doll.”
—The Slut Myth
“She was transparent, heartbreaking. I would be afraid to be so vulnerable. I’d spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn’t drip with blood every time I brushed up against something. She was naked, she peeled herself daily.”
—Janet Fitch, White Oleander
