Month: August 2015

sonoci:

starxfalling:

radfemale:

i’m really sick of the ‘male/female’ natural interest dichotomy. growing up, males are asked to go help fix cars and mow lawns etc. and females aren’t. then, as you get older, men laugh like ‘lol u don’t even know what a radiator is’ and it’s like no we weren’t socialised to ‘like’ that stuff. it’s not because we’re naturally bad at mechanics or physical labour – it’s because we were never taught. they don’t teach us as children but patronize us when, as adults, we don’t know much about it. 

I think I reblogged this before but I won’t hesitate to reblog again

I also hate the whole “females aren’t as strong” thing because like

most ‘boys/girls’ grow up with the boys being asked to help lift things or carry things (especially the heavier things) and the girls are left to carry the light shit

I mean how the hell does someone expect girls to get stronger if no one lets them carry things that will, you know, let them get stronger???? That’s like comparing someone who lifts weights to someone who doesn’t – OF COURSE THE PERSON WHO LIFTS IS GOING TO BE STRONGER

moonshoespotter98:

huffingtonpost:

‘Everything’s A-Okay’ — Celebrating Asexual Awareness Week  

Asexuality is an often invisible and delegitimized way of identifying, with many asexual individuals claiming that the world frames their lack of sexual attraction as a characteristic of being “broken.” 

Watch the full video here for more questions and answers with asexual individuals and learn about the discriminations they face.

(Source: Everything’s A-Okay)

Asexuality is normal, don’t get mad at us for not wanting to do the do with you. We’re literally doing NOTHING wrong… BC we’re doing nothing at all.

Moving is almost done… one more pile of boxes remains at the house, neatly stacked and waiting for tomorrow, when my co-worker will help me bring them to the apartment in her truck. The culmination of so many hours, injuries, and late nights is a wall of boxes that dominates the entire kitchen/dining/living room area, and Aaron has to crawl into the bed from the foot of it since that half of the bedroom is likewise host to cardboard carriers of carelessly caged crap.

My brain is fried and my muscles sore, but there’s so much less pressure weighing on my shoulders. Money is still tight, but we’re here, safe and secured in a new home with good access to public transport and plenty of excuses for more exercise. It’s just a matter of sorting through the rest, tossing out the chaff bit by bit, and putting the rest of the puzzle pieces together.

And then it’s back into art and getting everything else taken care of. Commissions, books, etc. A patreon! And redbubble merchandise!

BUT FOR NOW… we get to go be social. My Bro&Co is in town from SEATTLE!

Moving is almost done… one more pile of boxes remains at the house, neatly stacked and waiting for tomorrow, when my co-worker will help me bring them to the apartment in her truck. The culmination of so many hours, injuries, and late nights is a wall of boxes that dominates the entire kitchen/dining/living room area, and Aaron has to crawl into the bed from the foot of it since that half of the bedroom is likewise host to cardboard carriers of carelessly caged crap.

My brain is fried and my muscles sore, but there’s so much less pressure weighing on my shoulders. Money is still tight, but we’re here, safe and secured in a new home with good access to public transport and plenty of excuses for more exercise. It’s just a matter of sorting through the rest, tossing out the chaff bit by bit, and putting the rest of the puzzle pieces together.

And then it’s back into art and getting everything else taken care of. Commissions, books, etc. A patreon! And redbubble merchandise!

BUT FOR NOW… we get to go be social. My Bro&Co is in town from SEATTLE!