i just want to thank pasta for being a part of my life
So today Angelina Jolie had double mastectomy, which is the removal of one’s breasts, to prevent Breast cancer. So instead of praising Angelina on her bravery, men on Twitter decided to ridicule her, even calling her stupid for removing her breasts. For those of you on Tumblr that are attacking Feminists about being delusional about sexism against women and misogyny here’s your fucking proof that sexism and misogyny exists.
- there’s nothing wrong with being asexual
- there’s nothing wrong with being celibate
- there’s nothing wrong with groups of women talking about the ways that they are desexualized and made ashamed of their healthy desires
- women talking about this stuff is not an attack on asexuals or celibate people
- women talking about mistakenly identifying as asexual due to shame about sexuality or internalized homophobia is not necessarily an attack on asexuals
The Four Unicorns of the Gaypocalypse: The Racist Myth of MSG and 'Chinese Restaurant Syndrome'
zuky:
This is the story of a racist myth that began with a light-hearted letter to the New England Journal of Medicine in 1968 and subsequently exploded in North American culture — in direct opposition to every shred of scientific evidence — becoming so prevalent that credulous eaters buy…
Martha: ”I’ve been telling myself that since the night I heard the child say it. I lie in bed night after night praying that it isn’t true. But I know about it now. It’s there. I don’t know how, I don’t know why. But I did love you! I do love you! I resented your plans to marry. Maybe because I wanted you. Maybe I’ve wanted you all these years. I couldn’t call it by name before, but maybe it’s been there since I first knew you.”
Karen: ”But it’s not the truth, not a word of it is true! We’ve never thought of each other that way.”
Martha: ”No, of course you didn’t. But who’s to say I didn’t. I’d never felt that way about anybody before you. I’ve never loved a man. I never knew why before, maybe it’s that.”
The Children’s Hour (1961)
im so tempted to just get a bunch of you guys together and move to a pretty place with you all and do whatever to make enough to live there splitting rent or whatever and just have fun all day doing fun stuff and exploring and like hugging a lot and making each other homemade presents and painting on each other and being naked a lot
take me with you
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup