plannedparenthood:

To: you

xoxo your birth control.

Totally loving these Valentine’s Day cards from Planned Parenthood Minnesota, North Dakota, & South Dakota.

“broken english”

when my mother struggles to spell a word in english
I want to break the entire language
into little pieces
so the edges of these letters
will stop cutting her


— aysha via Diaspora Defiance
(via decolonizehistory)

astutes:

A clock that writes the time.

astutes:

A clock that writes the time.

razerathane:

The stream froze on my end and

image

I know, Pidgeot

I know

scienceofsarcasm:

arineat:

fiercedragon13:

onelastwaltz:

clumsymrstyles:

babyirishsnowflake:

emerant:

the only word i found was lump

Understanding, smart, and patient

energetic, patient, sane

smart, patient and understanding

sane, dedicated and interesting..Awwww

I saw “understanding”, “patient”, and “friendly”

Well I’m a fanboy, not a fangirl but here goes:

Crazy perverted sins.  

I think arineat will very much approve of that.  :D

Rap, Smart, Mature.

Um….???

(Source: error483)

outforhealth:

The Golden Girls is an automatic reblog. 

(Source: sonicbookmark)

sandboxalchemy:

The Faerie Queene - 2013 - PhotoshopSee it on Deviant Art!
…Unlike some fairy folk, she is not young and lithe, a wisp of a spirit passing through the ether… but, on the contrary, she is shrewd, powerful, and kind, possessing a grace and elegance that never fades… and she has far more interesting stories to tell, if you care to listen.
I’ve been working on this digital painting for the past couple of weeks. I thought it might be time to share it with the world. I hope you like! 
Edit: Thank you for all the faves and reblogs! When I originally posted this image, I had no idea how popular it would become. (Most of my blogs do not receive much attention.) This image was something of a personal exercise, and there were still details I was hammering out. My apologies! For the most recent iteration: See it on Deviant Art!

sandboxalchemy:

The Faerie Queene - 2013 - Photoshop
See it on Deviant Art!

…Unlike some fairy folk, she is not young and lithe, a wisp of a spirit passing through the ether… but, on the contrary, she is shrewd, powerful, and kind, possessing a grace and elegance that never fades… and she has far more interesting stories to tell, if you care to listen.

I’ve been working on this digital painting for the past couple of weeks. I thought it might be time to share it with the world. I hope you like! 

Edit: Thank you for all the faves and reblogs! When I originally posted this image, I had no idea how popular it would become. (Most of my blogs do not receive much attention.) This image was something of a personal exercise, and there were still details I was hammering out. My apologies! For the most recent iteration: See it on Deviant Art!

And I really resent that this needs to be said

redlightpolitics:

White feminists quoting me (either from stuff I write or bits and pieces taken from social media) to push their whitewashing and/ or white supremacist agenda: no.

Whatever I write is meant to challenge the very same status quo that grants you humanity while it confines me to the detention camp to…

seananmcguire:

cumbersome-cucumber:

frightening-feminist:

blissy-leaves:

getoutofthewelfaretag:

thegodlessatheist:

Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.

Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things.

You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just by what they own.

We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,200 a month after insurance.

My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me.

He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking their dogs.

For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me for Christmas.

Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game.

He was so happy.

Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me.

The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuss words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house - at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can imagine - to protect us.

My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person.

Because of fucking people like you OP.

Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge.

So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’s sake don’t you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending, grinding poverty. Because you have *no fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others.

You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.

This is an important post.

that time Bill O Reily was shocked and appalled that poor people could afford *gasp* A TV AND A FRIDGE IN THEIR APT?
and went on a rant saying these ppl shouldn’t be on welfare because they have a plasma tv and fridge because obviously poor people need to not have tvs and fridge because poor ppl should be storing their food underground in holes and draw on walls with stones and sticks for entertainment.

When I was a child on welfare, eating rotten lunch meat, walking in shoes with cardboard in the bottoms to cover the holes, I had an extensive collection of My Little Ponies.  Not “one or two horses”; over three hundred, all told, and almost all the major playsets.  Maybe, oh, 10% of the total came from my mother, over the course of the eight years I spent collecting and living with her.  The rest were gifts from family members who didn’t know about our situation, but knew from Gramma’s chatty “everything is fine” letters that I loved My Little Pony.  They were from the charity groups that let you sign up and specify what your children wanted for Christmas.  They were from me saving every penny I found on the street.  They were from favorite teachers who knew how poor we were, who wanted me to have birthday happiness.  We’re talking thousands of dollars of plastic horses, almost none of which took a dime from Mom’s budget.  And the ones that did?  She was a mother trying not to break her daughter’s heart.

Every time someone yelled at us because poor people shouldn’t have nice things, we all died a little inside, and I clutched my horses even harder.  I needed something bright and beautiful in the world, to make up for the roaches in the walls and the mold growing on the butter.

Unless you’re someone’s accountant, you don’t know where they’re putting their money, and it’s not your place to judge.

In addition to the personal stories above: electronics such as smartphones and tablets can provide a family on welfare with opportunities. Even without monthly cell service, they can go to a panera or starbucks and use the internet. The way society has gone, this is more critical than ever because many employers and schools communicate via email. Having one of these devices can help keep the family members employed, or help them find employment if they’re looking for it. The technology can also help them keep in contact with, say, doctors, family members, etc. Every person’s experience is unique, and having something that you as a privileged person see as “extraneous” might be the only thing keeping them afoot. AFTER ALL, GUESS WHAT THE SIMPLEST WAY TO APPLY FOR WELFARE IS IN SOME STATES? That’s right, using the internet.

do you feel like it's possible for individual people to be proud of their weight loss or fitness goals without engaging in fat shaming? at what point do you feel like that proud-ness becomes fat shaming? i'm just curious to hear what you think, i love your blog and you were awesome on the news! hopefully my question doesn't bother you, i googled it first, i promise :)

fatbodypolitics:

There isn’t a line. It’s a slippery slope from the get go. I could care less how people feel about their body but the consistent need to be proud of weight loss and center discussion around it supports fat stigma because you are distancing yourself from fatness. You are conforming to a dominant social structure that supports thinness and most social situations are supportive of it. I have never heard a conversation about weight loss that didn’t result in fat shaming comments or disparaging fat bodies, even if it was only the person who was engaging in weight loss who was shaming their current / former fat body. People don’t live in a vacuum where the negative things they say about their own body doesn’t hurt other people or come from thin air with no connection to the culture of thinness or standards of embodiment.

As I said, people can feel however they want about their body and their weight loss goals. You will note that I am not considering weight loss and fitness goals as the same thing because it may be shocking for some people to know but fat people have fitness goals too. However, if people are going to engage in either of those topics and center conversations around them then they need to understand the harm they can cause. 

If you are partaking in weight loss, you don’t have the right to expect every person to support discussions centered around it or want to hear about it. The sense of entitlement people have when expecting people to engage in those discussions is incredibly high and they expect it without even considering if the people they are talking around have a history of disordered eating while clearly disregarding how fat people in those situations feel.

I have never been part of one of these discussions where people didn’t assume I was also looking for the best way to lose weight myself, since social narratives about fat people tell us that all fat people are on their way to becoming thin people we are never just fat. I have also never been part of one of these discussions where I explained I wasn’t interested in talking about weight loss or fat shaming without me becoming the target of people’s anger. Those two things combined show how much social pressure there is to support thinness at all costs and the angry reaction people have when you reject it.

That is also why when I suggest that talking about weight loss or how “pride” associated with a current weight is fat shaming, my ask box is filled with comments similar to this one x10. People want to keep the narrative going at all costs, which includes continually pestering people who dare to question it.

» Asked by magentaisnotacrayon