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Artist: Beyonce





*sprints for 40 miles*

*squat thrusts through a brick wall*

*throws that ass in a circle causing a disturbance in the earths rotation*



Reblog this if you are a cis woman who would defend a trans woman if you saw her being harassed in a public restroom or would accompany her to the restroom so that she could feel safe




Because I really need to know how many people would

"Support your sisters, not just your cis-ters."

I will live and die by this.^

As a certain captain of America once said “I don’t like bullies.”



Girls get mocked for liking high heels and lipstick. Girls get mocked for liking sports. Girls get mocked for liking tea and books. Girls get mocked for liking comics books and video games. Girls get mocked for liking math and science. Girls get mocked for liking boys. Girls get mocked for liking girls. Girls get mocked for liking both. What the fuck are we supposed to like? Water? Air? Come on, tell me. I’m dying to know. 

*Girls get mocked for liking make up and wearing high heels. Girls get rejected from jobs for not performing femininity.

*Girls get mocked for liking boys. Girls get killed for liking girls.

Please, let’s not pretend these things are all on the same level.


I put Two Weeks by FKA Twigs on my iTunes because apparently my broad musical taste now includes side chick songs written by light skint whisper vocalists.

Artist: Azealia Banks


Azealia Banks - Heavy Metal and Reflective. Full song!


light foundation: kisses of a thousand pearl fairies and lilies dream smooch

medium foundation: chocomoco captain crunch cafe latte things in my pantry

dark foundation: mud bread

makeup companies: yeah that works


Men want what they want.

So much of our culture caters to giving men what they want. A high school student invites model Kate Upton to attend his prom, and he’s congratulated for his audacity. A male fan at a Beyoncé concert reaches up to the stage to slap her ass because her ass is there, her ass is magnificent, and he wants to feel it. The science fiction fandom community is once again having a heated discussion, across the Internet, about the ongoing problem of sexual harassment at conventions — countless women are telling all manner of stories about how, without their consent, they are groped, ogled, lured into hotel rooms under false pretenses, physically lifted off the ground, and more.

But men want what they want. We should all lighten up.

It’s hard not to feel humorless as a woman and a feminist, to recognize misogyny in so many forms, some great and some small, and know you’re not imagining things. It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. The problem is not that one of these things is happening, it’s that they are all happening, concurrently and constantly.

These are just songs. They are just jokes. They are just movies. It’s just a hug. They’re just breasts. Smile, you’re beautiful. Can’t a man pay you a compliment? In truth, this is all a symptom of a much more virulent cultural sickness — one where women exist to satisfy the whims of men, one where a woman’s worth is consistently diminished or entirely ignored.


Not Pansexuality:  "I don't care about gender!! Gender is meaningless!"
Pansexuality:  "I understand that gender can be an important part of someone's identity, but it will have no effect on whether I am attracted to them."