I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore (via coffeeurlgirl)
OK SRRY BUT
“I am tired of being asked if I’m a lesbian or if I was raped. I am tired of being asked if daddy didn’t treat me right. If I was in an abusive relationship. If I was beaten. If I grew up with a single mother. If I don’t like sex. I am sick and tired of being asked “But, why are you a feminist, then?” I am tired of being asked why I wear make-up. Why I wear a bra. Why I wear skirts and dresses. Why I flirt with men. Why I shave my legs. I am tired of asking “why do you ask me this?” and hearing the answer “because real feminists are against those things, aren’t they?””
feministing: a community for cool *normal* feminists who aren’t DAMAGED BITCH FREAKS
it’s so exhausting trying to be socially conscientious on the internet and simultaneously trying to prove you’re not a DAMAGED BITCH FREAK
I’M TIRED OF HAVING MY SUBJECTIVITY UNDERMINED I’M TIRED OF BEING PACKAGED AND PRODUCED AS A SEX OBJECT I’M TIRED OF FEELING PHYSICALLY THREATENED BY MY PARTNERS AND ON THE STREET AND AT NIGHT AND ALONE IN MY OWN ROOM IN A LOCKED HOUSE I’M TIRED OF BEING ASSAULTED
YOU’RE TIRED OF PROVING YOURSELF ON COMMENT BOARDS GET THE FUCK OFF AND GO WEEP INTO YR YOGURT
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46 minutes ago // 17,168 notes
applying for new jobs because you’ve maxed out yr sick leave at yr current job, job hoppin’, all the jobs
I mean it’s a process that would be easier if I wasn’t sick so I’m not sure if that counts as beating the system
5 hours ago // 2 notes
giving someone a boner is the most satisfying simple pleasure life can offer
*cutting off a boner
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1 day ago // 84,450 notes
Moment of silence for everyone who has ever been pressured into ‘supporting’ an asshole partner/ex-partner’s insistence on writing bad poetry/songs/nonfiction about them or their relationship
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1 day ago // 38 notes
