Dascha Polanco attends the Rolando Santana fashion show at NYFW

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dykesupremacy:

i hope this was helpful

dykesupremacy:

i hope this was helpful

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Sandra Fluke heard it when she talked about insurance coverage for birth control. Sara Brown from Boston told me she was first called it at a pool party in the fifth grade because she was wearing a bikini. Courtney Caldwell in Dallas said she was tagged with it after being sexually assaulted as a freshman in high school.

Many women I asked even said that it was not having sex that inspired a young man to start rumors that they were one.

And this is what is so confounding about the word “slut”: it’s arguably the most ubiquitous slur used against women, and yet it’s nearly impossible to define.

What makes a slut? The only rule, it seems, is being female, my latest at the Guardian US (via jessicavalenti)

Lena Tannenbaum’s SLUT! is an interesting book on the subject if you can find a copy.  She talked to a number of women who got tagged with the same, and she speaks about her own experiences as well.

(via thelittlebunnies)

Of course it’s important to develop a decent personality for any size woman, but fat women are charged with being twice as nice as the thinner girls. We aren’t supposed to be able to lean back and not be overeager when someone shows a spark of interest in us, whereas thinness often gives you a pass on being worried about having to overcompensate for your size. Fat women are expected to focus all our efforts in the dating world on doing everything possible to make it easier for someone to look past our fatness. Dress monochromatically; don’t eat in front of him; cut your hair so your face looks less fat; downplay your interests and focus on your partner’s. Society, and in turn pop culture, reinforces these ideas and desired behaviors by only producing media that show fat girls who bend over backwards to overcome their “flaws” getting rewarded with love and desire, whereas more “sassy” fat girls only get to be sidekicks to some thin woman.

Dascha Polanco + Hair Porn

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baileyarber:

baileyarber:

Buy me more harnesses.

This is still going around? Geeze

baileyarber:

baileyarber:

Buy me more harnesses.

This is still going around? Geeze

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

come-whatklaine:

shots fired

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Ready for a pro-choice movie night with some awesome feminists! #NARAL #naralVA #prochoice #feminism #obviouschild

Ready for a pro-choice movie night with some awesome feminists! #NARAL #naralVA #prochoice #feminism #obviouschild

dharmainitiativeswan:

readytostare:

i’m a fuckin feminist. outfit details on my blog

Badass.

The other night I called the boy
who use to love me and softened my nails
against my teeth until he said my name.
I’ll do things like that sometimes, just for
the thrill of it. Meanwhile, the current boy says,
‘don’t you have anything else in your wardrobe
besides black?’ Once he told me that I even
smell lonely. Cinnamon rubbed into my wrists,
salt sprinkled at my hairline; this is how I keep
my body mine. This city drags me by my hair,
rips potholes into my stomach. I watch the news
and choke on the list of the dead. I don’t count
the miles but I know the exact distance I am
from home. Sometimes I am jolted awake from
dreams about men who are disguised as wolves.
At seven, my idea of love was my mother singing
patiently to the pear tree in the backyard. Now
I beg for it like a dog at the dinner table nuzzling
your knee, drooling all over your best pair of shoes.
I only wear lipstick when I want my mouth
to be noticed. There is so much that I don’t want
to do anymore and I am running and running.
Sometimes I scale my own body looking for
a window just to see if the light is on.

Kristina Haynes, “Honest” (via fleurishes)