I Recently Did A Class Project On The Female Body And How To Gain Confidence As A Woman. Basically I

"ohhh wahhh the problem with building out america's rail network is that nobody wants to live next to train tracks-" I DO BITCH!!!!!!!! #I<3INDUSTRIALNOISES #SEXWITHATRAIN

More shows should be like AMC’s “The Terror”. “Oh, you mean they should be tightly written and make heavy use of metaphor and symbolic imagery to communicate truths about complicated characters in high-stakes situations?” No. I mean more shows should strand their main characters in the remote arctic and have them eat each other

Why isn't radblr talking about Adriana Kuch

this is unbelievably cruel.. n the attackers gloating n still talking badly of her after she died.. repulsive. the school should face consequences bc they’ve dealt with this horribly. they advised the parents to keep the girl home so her bullies don’t mock her instead of… holding the bullies accountable??? what kind of logic

YOU SAID "FIND THE BEAUTY IN EVERYTHING"

BEFORE OR AFTER YOU PUT THE CONCEALER ON?

(makeupbrutalism on IG)

Behind the scenes of Godzilla (1998)

Radical feminists should not be allowed to post about Marsha P. Johnson. She did not wear being a woman like a costume; she embraced it with her life. She gave to the community until she died. If you can look at Marsha P. Johnson and not take trans people seriously, you don't have the right to talk about us like a serious issue you know about. You wouldn't know a thing.

Why should we not talk about it? This way no one could talk about any topic, isn't it right? Just simple logic. If you look up, because there're plenty of evidence, Marsha P. Johnson was a drag queen, so a MAN that dress as a woman for entertainment. He never claimed to be a woman because he identified himself as gay, so a man attracted to other men. Just a simple research on internet and you can find anything you want :)

Us radfems do plenty of researches, but trans people never try to find (they just ignore) the real definition of woman.

#80

I miss the days when, no matter how slow your internet was, if you paused any video and let it buffer long enough, you could watch it uninterrupted

“When men talk to me, they look at my chest. It doesn’t matter if I wear a turtleneck. I am being undressed in their minds. If I wore a trash bag, they’d probably be all the more grateful. Plastic is easier to rip through, anyhow. My teacher told us to make sure not to wear low cut tops during examinations. She’d seen with her own eyes, she said, male invigilators peering down shirts under the guise of looking at exam scripts. Thank you. I will remember. I went to buy soup at the hawker centre and the man asked if I wanted milk in my soup. I shook my head no. His colleague said something in dialect. I understand dialect. He doesn’t know I do, thinks I’m a silly teen who’s forgotten her roots, the sam sui women, the orang asli. He says, she doesn’t need the milk, and nods towards my breasts. Both of them turn to stare. I stare back. They meet my gaze and look away, ashamed. I know he knows I understand. He asks me if I do. I say yes, and he hands me my food in silence. I walk away and wonder if they’re looking at my ass. I walk faster. They weren’t embarrassed because of their thoughts or the way their eyes strayed. They were embarrassed because they were caught. I wear mostly black now, to draw attention away from my chest, and also in mourning for my girlhood. I was 15.”

— Venetta Octavia, “no one will be spared”, for The Mira Project (via venettaoctavia)