the thing is though i dont think i’ve ever met a single dude who genuinely made an effort not to be misogynistic but still actually takes offense when a woman says “urg, men”
and pretty much every white person who is able to recognise and unpack their privilege gets what i mean when i say “urg, white people”
and straight people who are legit supporters do not get huffy when i say “urg, straight people”
and like im cis, but when trans people say “urg, cis people” im not horribly wounded
because when you’re aware of the system you also understand that it’s not about you
and i understand that nobody hates me for being cis, they hate the power that i have over them because im cis (or light-skinned, or able-bodied, etc)
like remember that quote that was like “no, i didn’t say all white people, but since that’s what you took away from it, yes, all white people”? pretty much, the more angry and confrontational you are about blanket comments, the more those comments are directed at you
which makes them a really convenient and effective thing
raggedywings replied to your post “raggedywings replied to your post “[[MOi should make it clear first…”
omg no you didn’t ask and MAYBE??? IDK COSPLAY WITH ME
AHH U SHOULD! idk really what i’m doing besides natsuki + her avatar from summer wars with my sister ;w; i gotta go for the night but u should message me!! aaaa <3
raggedywings replied to your post “[[MOR]i should make it clear first that i love my dan/phil blog and…”
SAM I LOVE YOU AAAAH YOU’RE <3333
JACKIE OMG :) <3333333 (also heya i don’t remember if i asked already but will you be at ab14?? becAUSE…!!)
prinncox replied to your post “[[MOR]i should make it clear first that i love my dan/phil blog and…”
auHHHGH SAMMY youre a babe
no yOU ARe fkdjf! <33
SEE THIS IS WHAT I MEAN THIS IS WHTA I AM TALK IGNG ABOUT LOOK AT THIS IM SO ANGRY AND HAPPY!!!!!!
Don’t ask me about his lips. How they ruby and burn. Stretch full over white teeth, taut like a drum. I want him to make music of me.
Don’t ask me about his hands. The way they are scarred with stories. How they slide thick down his legs as I stare. Mouth cotton; eyes hungry.
Don’t ask me about my hunger. The way my stomach drops tight when he looks at me. The way my palms itch for his bones. Don’t ask me about my fear. The way he comes to me.
How I open my mouth to say “Yes” and it comes out “I’m sorry.””