Making a Fuzz About This
vesperupus:

dysfunctionalqueer:

proudly-pro-choice:

shootinthebulltx:

Over 1 millions children are killed every year in elective abortions, almost 50,000 of them after 16 weeks. Now let’s talk about how to best save their lives. #abortion #forthechildrenhttp://click-to-read-mo.re/p/7zhv/536a421d

I really just love pro-life logic.
Why help those who have been born when we can stick our noses into other people’s private health care matters? Lets try to get them to keep their pregnancies! We can go back to ignoring them after they give birth.
Yeah, makes total sense, right?

You want to save children?
How about we start with the 397,000 in foster care in the U.S. and give them loving, permanent homes? x
Or the 1.5 million homeless children in america? X
Or the 16.2 million children who are going hungry in america? X
Or the 18,900,000 children who are refuges, running from violence in their homelands? X
Or the 6 million children in the U.S. alone who are abused each year? X
Or the 1.2 million children who are trafficked, sold as slaves, usually sexual slaves, each year? X
Oh, no, let’s start with the non-sentient fetuses that can’t feel pain, or know what’s going on. 
Let’s ignore these millions and millions of living, breathing children who are living through hell right now. 

instead of saving the children that are already in bad situations you want more children to be born into bad situations? yeah great idea
tastefullyoffensive:

Sign at a barber shop in Hoxton, London. [via]

Because people believe in boundaries for men, but for women we are objects. So it’s ok to touch, ogle, and catcall us. 
Trust me, you don’t actually want a stranger rubbing your balls anymore than I want that some stranger touching my body. 
Don’t be smart ass and say, “It depends” with a leer. Because the bottom line is that there is no choice involved here—you have to take it, regardless of if it’s the cutie or the grenade. 
Maybe you need to be thinking about how uncomfortable that sort of intimate gesture (yes, rubbing a pregnant woman’s belly is an intimate gesture) makes your partner and you need to stand up for her instead of wondering where your accolades are. 
I wish you'd run a "Gender equalist" Disney blog, because feminism is inherently sexist. Feminism is selective comprehension of sexism and opposition of it based on the resulting warped beleifs, which means you're missing Disney's male stereotyping.

feministdisney:

nice try but if you’re requesting that I run a “gender equalist” blog, you really don’t understand the point of the blog… at all? So I really doubt you want another version of it.

It’s also really rich to demand someone change their blog when you clearly have just made a bunch of assumptions about it because of what you think feminism is. I’m missing Disney’s male stereotyping/ issues with how men are pushed into the gender binary? Will you pay me $5 for every example I find that’s been posting here? I really, highly doubt you could afford it.

I’ll just repost this image…

"To be honest, Dawson, it’s really quite simple.   Remember- feminism is not only about examining and fighting the oppressions and problems of women.  It’s about reacting to all types of social problems, including racism, queer rights, classism, fat shaming, trans*hate, gender binary and forced gender roles that hurt men as well, and so on and so forth.”  Basil paused to tinker with one of the beakers in his laboratory before continuing;

"But!  What’s also curious is that even if we stick to the more second wave definition, the idea that feminism is wrong because one knows of no “alternative movement for men” (even though several- both good and bad in their setup- do exist) is such a faulty one!   If I created a fan club for mice, are you going to chastise me for not simultaneously creating a fan club for cats?    If it doesn’t exist, too bad for the cats, but that doesn’t really reflect at all on the validity of the mouse fan club.”


asked by chichimonnn
Death Then & Now

I recently lost my kitty. 

This is my kitty. Baxter the Wonder Kitty.

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Baxter is a really special cat and anyone could tell by looking at him: he had one eye and he loved everyone equally and immediately. For a few strokes, you had won yourself a buddy for life.

He was a white Siamese flamepoint but he was long haired and maybe because of his impaired vision, maybe because he was lazy, he only ever groomed one side of himself so we would brush him as often as we could and take him to a groomer. Recently we had decided that we would just keep him comfortably short. 

We don’t know how Baxter started his life, just that he was a rescue kitty from Nebraska, and lived with a friend of friend for a while and that his first name was Chopin. Then he came to Denver and lived with my best friend, Fish’s girlfriend before Fish took over Baxter’s care.

About 4 years ago, Fish became very ill and was unable to continue taking care of the Wonder Kitty. At the time I wasn’t really in the market for a pet so when Fish approached me, I can’t say I was thrilled but I couldn’t turn it down, after all it was just temporary right?

Wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. Baxter immediately made himself at home. It probably helped his transition that he came back to Fish’s old apartment, because I’d assumed the lease, and it also probably helped that I had no health issues aside from being a self centered asshole.

Pretty soon I came to depend on his little furry face to welcome me home; as soon as I opened the security door, I could hear him meowing down the hall. When I got pregnant, Baxter was the constant in my life, for a few strokes he listened as I cried, brought me his toys to throw for him and interrupted many brooding sessions by stretching out in front of me or rubbing his goopy eye on me. 

Baxter was my husband’s and mine first pet. When we introduced Arri to the gang a month before the baby came, Baxter wasn’t pleased but he quickly acclimated and asserted himself  as above Arri in the pecking order. As a puppy her curiosity often got the better of her, but Baxter was there to remind her that his food was his and that we were his people first. 

After the baby was born, Baxter was curious but not amused! But we never failed to let him know how special he was and soon enough he came back around. He quit hiding and again assumed his place on window ledges and furniture.

We always teased that Baxter, the once rescue kitty, was never going to die because he had it too good. He had everything he could want, carpet to puke on, litter to kick, people to stroke him, and finally Arri—the girlfriend he  never knew he wanted.

We made up stories about their sordid love affair and mused about the uglybutcute babies they may one day conceive. We joked how he’d outlive us all just to puke on the carpet one last time.


thetypologist:

Cezanne’s objects. By Joel Meyerowitz.
evilsupplyco:

hellzabeth:

did-you-kno:

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LEMME TELL YOU BITCHES ABOUT MY GIRL CARMILLA
FOLKS FORGET ABOUT CARMILLA AND HER WONDERFUL LOVE STORY JUST BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T GET AS MUCH PUBLICITY AS OL’ DRAC BUT SHE’S AWESOME
SHE DOESN’T BURN IN SUNLIGHT BUT DOES WEAKEN CONSIDERABLY TO THE POINT OF FAINTING AND NEVER WAKES UP BEFORE NOON (MY SPIRIT MONSTER IS CARMILLA YO) AND WHEN SHE FEEDS FROM LAURA IT’S ALWAYS FROM HER LEFT BREAST. THAT’S STRAIGHT UP VICTORIAN EROTICA YO. SHE CAN TRANSFORM INTO A CAT AND INTO FOG, SIMILAR TO DRAC, AND HAS THIS LONG, BEAUTIFUL DARK HAIR.
YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE THING ONLINE IT’S OUT OF COPYRIGHT AND STUFF BUT HOLY SHIT A STORY ABOUT WOMEN IN THE 1800S THAT PASSES THE BECHDEL TEST WHAT????
GO. READ IT. IT’LL TAKE YOU BARELY AN HOUR AT MOST.

A future Mister Ghost’s Highly Enviable Monthly Parcel of Simple Yet Amazing Wonderments will be dedicated to Carmilla. Precise timing has not been established, but we can promise it will happen in the next 12 months.

hannahfergesen this is all you yo.