No matter what they say, you are who you are…
…and you are beautiful…
…and I’m proud of you ♡
Are there any works in the post-apocalyptic genre with post-apocalyptic librarians? People who worked in the public library and after the Bad Thing decide to stay and keep the library clean, safe and available for anyone who needs it. People can’t remove books from the premises anymore, because they’re too precious, but you can stay as long as you want and read them or copy them out–the librarians encourage making copies, so that the information can circulate beyond the physical boundaries of the library.
After a while it becomes an unspoken reality of the post apocalyptic society that you Just Don’t fuck with the library. You don’t fight there, you don’t steal from it, you don’t allow harm to come to librarians when they have to leave the building for supplies.
People donate food and books and paper with no expectation of reciprocity, because the librarians don’t ask for anything when you need a place to hide or information or, fuck, to read a schlocky crime novel because you need to escape reality in some purple prose.
I find it crazy how guys are such control freaks and perfectionists. They want girls to look like Kim K without makeup on and will drop a girlfriend as soon as she gets the SLIGHTEST imperfection. I don't even think they love girls. They love this romanticised, porn filled version of girls. They don't actually love real girls. Lesbians on the other hand? You get the picture.
Men hate women. They just like femininity. They have high heel fetishes, and silicone-shaped-like-breasts fetishes, and red lipstick fetishes.
Femininity is sexualized, packaged and sold. And it’s bullshit, it hurts us, it harms women. So I’m beyond fucking done with people who think feminine=female.
Femininity is wrong, hurtful, degrading. On the other hand, women are strong, amazing, intelligent, valuable.
Beyond all that, only women can understand and respect women in the deep level we do. Lesbian love makes the world go around tbh.
/Mod A
“there is no such thing as being biologically female because being female is about your interests and hobbies and feelings and personality” has to be the most conservative, sexist and backwards logic i’ve ever come across and yet it’s accepted and considered feminist.
There’s not enough space to post all of them, SO here’s links to everything he has posted (on twitter) so far : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12.
Now that new semesters have started, I thought people might need these. Enjoy your lessons!
Hi, it’s mod w, I’m up really late again and I want to share some insomnia thoughts. 💫
For all lesbians anywhere,
You don’t need a girlfriend, partner or wife.
Girlfriends, partners and wives are (or should be) wonderful to have around but you are so far from needing one. So far.
Be an independent woman. Find the next step forward with your life and make it. Clap yourself. Take care of yourself, make friends, don’t starve yourself for love.
Do not for one second attach your worth to a woman that’s not there. Burn from your own need of you. Flare up under the magnificence of yourself in this terrifying and gorgeous world. Find your worth in your own work and beauty and strengths. Make them your own. Put all the pain and fear and sweat into this realisation.
Become a knight under your own banner. Not hers.
You do not need a girlfriend, partner or wife. Want is different from need. If you think you need a girlfriend, then you need yourself.
Patricia Cronin, Monument to a Marriage (installed at Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx, NY), 2006
In Monument to a Marriage, Patricia Cronin disrupts the cemetery. Installed ‘for eternity’ in New York’s necropolis, Cronin and her partner lie entwined upon a modern mattress among the memorials to the partners in and products of state sanctioned heterosexuality. By taking anticipatory revenge, Cronin out-manouevres the reality that she and her partner, Deborah Kass, could not be recognized as a family in the eyes of the American state at the time the work was made. “If I can’t have it in life,” says Cronin, “I’m going to have it in death.”