i am 100% for young women destroying the lives of the men who harass/assault them
Honestly. Destroy all the rapists’ lives. Destroy the rape apologists’ lives. Destroy everyone who rapes and everyone who supports rapists.
Solidarity and attack/ fighting back/ striking first/ confronting oppression/ accountability/ the false idea of community within the anarchist scene/ running away/ my crippling and ever present anxiety/ my dog/ what to make for dinner/ how to continue having meaningful projects in montreal/ and you know, the struggle.
• Ask
Doom! Doom! Doom!
Doom! Doom! Doom!
i wish there was a non-assholeish way to say “our friendship has run it’s course, you make me uncomfortable with your feelings and a lot of shit you do pisses me off bye”
Kind of how I feel about a lot of the southwest. Obvs not everyone, but goddamn.
(Source: joan-watson, via xdissatisfactions)
ATTN : Ryley (anxietycloak)
(i owe you a letter, accept a lil punx porkchop in the meantime?)
Free Niara!
Here’s a place to check in for updates about supporting Niara. She needs letters and money in her commissary! Check in here for updates every once in a while and see what’s up.
eastbound always?
if i move back to hfx in the fall, does anyone want to be friends with me and my dog?
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STREET TRANSVESTITE ACTION REVOLUTIONARIES:survival, revolt, and queer antagonist struggleUntorelli Press presents a compilation of historical documents, interviews, and critical analyses of STAR, a group of street queens in early 70s New York City who self-organized for survival and revolt. Contained within are pamphlets distributed by STAR, as well as interviews with and speeches by Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson. Additionally, we are excited to include a critical essay by Ehn Nothing on STAR’s legacy, the enemies of queer insurrection, and the war against gender.[For Reading][For Printing]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/47c2dee3f592ac94f7b7bbea183c063f/tumblr_mjiwm7To4t1s354yho1_500.jpg)
STREET TRANSVESTITE ACTION REVOLUTIONARIES:
survival, revolt, and queer antagonist struggle
Untorelli Press presents a compilation of historical documents, interviews, and critical analyses of STAR, a group of street queens in early 70s New York City who self-organized for survival and revolt. Contained within are pamphlets distributed by STAR, as well as interviews with and speeches by Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson. Additionally, we are excited to include a critical essay by Ehn Nothing on STAR’s legacy, the enemies of queer insurrection, and the war against gender.
[For Reading][For Printing]
(TW: eating disorders, TW: fatphobia) Big Beautiful Women; Big Horrifying Trauma: On Being A Fat and Anorexic Woman
We are hard to love. We know this because we have been told so, over and over again, by our parents and friends and fumbling middle school boyfriends, our swim coaches and every lover we’ve ever had. We’ve been told so by you. Sometimes we’re told explicitly, in words we can scarcely believe are spewing from your god damn mouths. Often we’re told more indirectly, your nervous glances at your friends the first time they meet us, your rolling eyes when we make you 20 minutes late because we can’t find the one black shirt we need that looks like every other black shirt we just tried on, your tight lips when we excuse ourselves to the bathroom after taking a last bite of our date night pizza. We know we’re difficult and flighty creatures. We know you hate turning the light off to fuck us, we know you count how many cigarettes we’ve had to stave away the hunger pains, we know you’re sick of hearing us cry while looking in the mirror. We know, we know, we know. And we hate you for it.
Living in a fat body is different than living in any other disgusting body. Plenty of bodies in this fucked up world are deemed unworthy of love, are seen as sickening and repulsive. Trans bodies, intersex bodies, old bodies, queer bodies, disabled bodies, bodies of color, society hates them all. But we live in bodies that are not just disgusting. We live in bodies that are mistakenly seen as curable.
Only assholes and Republicans (and asshole Republicans) think that queer and trans bodies can be cured. Only dickweeds think that people with disabilities can just mind-over-matter spinal cord injuries and autism. Every doctor I’ve ever seen from my pediatrician to my endocrinologist to my therapist thinks I can fix this body if I just tried hard enough. Michelle Obama is reasonably positive that if I just stopped eating chips and started walking to work, I’d be ok. Anarchists and civil rights activists and kindergarden teachers see me and immediately feel like they know everything about my rapidly declining health. That is a metric fuckton of societal pressure we have to wade through like some sort of swamp every single day of our god damn lives.
When my beautiful and thin younger sister was going through “disordered eating”, my nurse mother was exceedingly concerned. Even now, though it was years ago, when she loses even five pounds from running herself ragged as an extremely serious student, my mother starts to worry and will talk to her, asking if she’s ok and if she’s eaten that day. When I sat my mother down and told her I needed to talk to her, subsequently revealing that I had been bulimic and anorexic for three years, “Oh thank god, I thought it was something serious.” When I lost 30 pounds in 7 weeks for my wedding, she told me she was proud of me. This is what fat women with eating disorders are told. They are rewarded for their slow and self-imposed death.
There is nothing on earth more hilarious and ironic than when a casual acquaintance congratulates you on your weightloss, telling you how glad they are to see you getting healthy and taking care of yourself when you can still taste the blood in your throat from purging too hard an hour earlier. I would know.
We do not trust thin people because they have never given us reason to trust them. Even thin people who experience their own form of dysphoria, who are also told their bodies are worthless and ugly, even otherwise marginalized thin folks have hurt us so deeply that we cannot trust you. You are not careful with us, and we cannot forgive you for it.
oh fuck. so much this. so fucking much. if i have to explain this to one more skinny fucking white queer kid in my life, just… yeah, this. some days, or rather, every fucking day, i am so tired of this identity politics bullshit punk culture in montreal.
Betrayal
trying to work on a thing, and could really use some feedback (good, bad, super critical, whatever) about our zine betrayal - a critical analysis of rape culture in anarchist subcultures
anyone feeling up to it / wanna share their thoughts about it with me?
Just found out I got waitlisted for the Kingston program. Fuck. Cue absolute dread. Even when I try I can’t seem to get my life together. If anyone needs me I’ll be hiding in bed and angst drinking all day. Goddammit.
