Give me the extra 22 cents an hour, keep republicans out of my uterus, let my sisters everywhere have an education, respect that not all women were born with vaginas, let woment everywhere be protected from rape, abuse, and sexual harassment, and you can keep your day.
(Source: lanadelyasss, via sam4books)
The CNS fandom’s pre-occupation with food kinda reminds me of the Digidestined. (Not a child of the 90s, but I gave birth to one.) This is not a bad thing. I love waking up to a dash covered in food.
international womens day today
dont forget to include trans women, disabled women, women of colour, non-binary people who partly identify as women, queer women, all women.all of them. i don’t want to see any derailed posts today about shit like “international mens day” it doesnt fly like that
But I’m a woman (as are trans women, disabled women, women of colour, non-binary people who partly identify as women, queer women) the other 364 days of the year, too…what then? This feels kinda like a greeting card company day designed to get someone off the hook for being a jerk the rest of the year (I’m looking at you, patriarchy!)
I am old as balls, let me tell you. And it’s not just the years, as they say, it’s the miles. There have been a lot of hard miles in 50 years. And there were plenty of days over that time when life felt so dark and so hopeless. Hope is one of those essential intangibles. You can’t touch it, you can’t buy it, but it is so necessary. But there were times when I was without it and could not see a door to a better future to walk through or climb through or crawl through. There were nights when I prayed to never see another morning. But I would and I did and kept moving forward, sometimes by just the tiniest step at a time, moment to moment, even though it felt so hard. But here’s the thing, life’s pendulum always swung back the other way. It took time, it took patience and perseverance, but in time I would find myself so full of the joy of being alive, and one day I realized —if I had given up, if I had checked out early anywhere along the way — how much I would have missed. Big things, little things…Van Halen from the 10th row (I said I’m old), the birth of missr3n3 and her whole life, Davis Gaines in Phantom of the Opera, driving through Big Sur and Carmel, my beloved London, snapping missr3n3’s photo in the heart of St. Petersburg, Russia, my favorite pair of red shoes, the election of President Barack Obama, meeting all my tumblr chums…and I wouldn’t have missed any of those things for all the world, though I could have never imagined them happening when I was in my darkest hours. You never know when that next moment of absolute joy and fulfillment is going to happen, but if you are patient and keep moving forward, it will happen — please be around to see it.
odetotriviality said: oh my god
It’s okay, you had a tie on, so you met the dress code requirements.