theappleppielifestyle:

#I JUST SPAT UP MY LEMONADE #JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

im talking to a cute brown muslim boy who’s the adorable kind of geeky on tinder, cool, cool

i wrote a mildly nice thing about sarah for the fake yearbook about myself i have to make for school and it made her cry how gAy

Mindy Kaling in People Magazine’s 50 Most Beautiful People 2014 issue
Anonymous asked:
Is there really a scale of 'most oppressed' saying who can criticise who?

well white men (even trans ones) have no places criticizing feminism (except to support the women of color, trans women, men of color, disabled women, etc who do) because of the massive amount of privilege white men (even trans ones) have over women

but white women have literally owned black men for centuries and still earn more money per dollar than them, among having lots of other institutional privilege over all men of color, so when feminism is racist (as mainstream feminism often is) men of color have every right to speak out against it

it isn’t a matter of “”oppression olympics”” it’s a matter of privilege

because when a group that is massively privileged over another criticizes the actions that group takes to liberate themselves from oppression (like white men criticizing feminism) more people are going to listen to the white men and disregard feminism (due to the privilege white men have)

however white women are usually much more privileged than men of color (especially black men) so when white women do racist stuff in the name of feminism it is going to severely harm men of color

did you read that post about me almost getting murdered

deanprincesster:

MEN WHO CRITICIZE ANY ASPECT OF FEMINISM CAN GO STRAIGHT TO HECK

i feel like men of color have every right to criticize white feminism

i almost got murdered or something today

so i leave for school every day around 8:25

today i was in my bathrobe about to get dressed when i realized that i didn’t really have any outfits left in my closet (we did laundry over the weekend and i still hadn’t brought most of it inside) so i went outside to the laundry room and came back in with clothes for the day. a minute later, after i have enough time to get my bra, underwear, and one thigh high on, i hear a knock at the door. it is 8:10. my mom’s friend’s (who’s like an aunt to me) car is currently out of commission so i just figured it was her coming to borrow something she needed and couldn’t go to the store for. so i put my bathrobe back on and get out of my room

except for once i leave my room i can see there’s no one at the side door which is the door most everyone who knows us uses because the front door has the rabbit cage in front of it

so i go to the living room and check through the curtains to see if anyone is at the front door

which someone is

and it’s a blonde, mid-twenties-ish woman who i don’t recognize. but. the girldfriend of the guy across the street fits that same description and even though i’ve met her a few times i don’t quite remember what she looks like?? so i was like ‘well maybe it’s her’ and i go outside to talk to her

so i walk up like “hello” and she says “hi, i don’t mean to be a bother. i just need a ride somewhere real quick. my car broke down on [street name] and i need a ride back to it”

so i’m immediately weirded out because???? first off the street name she gave me is across town so. how did she get to my house. also if you were going to need a ride back to your car why did you leave it in the first place?? why can’t you call someone you know to give you this mysterious ride. there are so many logical flaws in this story. but i also in the first place just don’t give rides to strangers while alone because i am a small and weak teenager

so i tell her “i’ve got to get to school and don’t have time to take anyone anywhere, sorry” which i immediately realized was a bad reason to give (even though it was the truth) bc it revealed the house was going to be unattended and she was most likely casing it

and she’s like “oh, i didn’t realize you drive yourself to school! you look so young!” and i was thinking to myself lol you are lying bc i generally pass for 18+ and even if i didn’t in my old lady bathrobe i certainly didn’t look 15

and so i tell her “i’m sure there’s someone home across the street though”

to which she replies “oh, i saw them load a bunch of kids into a car and leave when i was walking up so i didn’t figure anyone was home”

except a) i saw them putting kids in the car when i was going out to get laundry and b) if you’re walking to my house from the main road, my neighbor across the street’s house is not visible until you are at my house due to excessive foliage. so based on her saying that it was obvious that she had been watching to see if anyone was home.

she said thank you and i said good luck and she started to walk down my driveway and i went back inside

and then i made sure the windows were locked and put the furring strip in the sliding glass door to force it shut bc it doesn’t lock

and took my stun gun with me out to the car when i was getting ready to go to school

thankfully the house did not seem robbed when i got home from school

what an eventful start to my day

yaypop:

Sadako throws the first ball at baseball opening ceremony [x]

Genuine equality means not treating everyone the same, but attending equally to everyone’s different needs. —

Eagleton, Terry, Why Marx Was Right (Yale University Press, 2011) p.5 (via fuckyeahdialectics)

And this is why I get pissed off when.. I talk about equality, and someone says “YOU WANT EVERYONE TO BE THE SAME”.  No, that’s not how it works, and I’m sick of explaining it.

(via cissexuals)

lgbthenry:

There is a difference between:

a queer character whose story doesn’t revolve around them being queer

and

a queer character whose story completely ignores the fact that they are queer