I’ve been feeling really good about my body lately and that’s a rare thing in the summer, so I’m going to continue to post pictures of my attempts at cute outfits.
THis
(via chazkeats)
(if you care to read it, you can find it here), and a few people were really supportive, but there were some messages clearly sent in anger too. I suppose I should have expected that, given how poorly the real world responds to survivors of sexual violence/sexual violence in general, but I’m…
I would like to send you all the love and support. Your original post was honest and vulnerable, and I’m grateful that you were strong enough to post it. This post is shockingly level-headed for the emotions you must have waded through to deal with all that hate. You go!
I know it’s not really my job
and I don’t have the authority.
But I like to tell people “you’re okay.” And “you’re beautiful” or “brilliant” because it’s so true and so many people forget how fanfuckingtastic they are.
So I made a “For Lovers Only” playlist on my iPod and I’m laying in bed listening to it. Alone. And I think; “What if I’m always going to be alone?”
Especially after today. I saw this beautiful girl at Target. And I wanted to go up to her so badly but I was so scared of what she would say…
There is nothing. nothing. wrong with the way you love. You are not a whore. And anyone who tries to police your sexuality is being a meanybutt.
TEN RESPONSES TO THE PHRASE ‘MAN UP’
1. Fuck you.
2. If you want to question my masculinity, like a schoolyard circle of curses, like a swordfight with lightsaber erections, save your breath. Because contrary to what you may believe, not every problem can be solved by “growing a pair.” You can’t arm-wrestle your way out of chemical depression. The CEO of the company that just laid you off does not care how much you bench. And I promise, there is no lite beer in the universe full-bodied enough to make you love yourself.
3. Man up? Oh that’s that new superhero, right? Mild-mannered supplement salesman Mark Manstrong says the magic words “MAN UP,” and then transforms into THE FIVE O’CLOCK SHADOW, the massively-muscled, deep-voiced, black-leather-duster-wearing superhero who defends the world from, I don’t know, feelings.
4. See I don’t drink a lot of beer… you know, because I’m not a “real man,” but I’m pretty sure that, of all the beers in the world, Miller Lite… is not the most flavorful brew. It kind of tastes like… whatever insecure jackass wrote these “man up” commercials got rejected by a beautiful, no-nonsense bartender, drank a six pack of REAL beer alone in his apartment, and then Miller bottled his tears.
5. You ever notice how nobody ever says “woman up?” They just imply it. Because women and the women’s movement figured out a long time ago that being directly ordered around by commercials, magazines and music is dehumanizing. When will men figure that out?
6. “Man Up” assaults our self esteem by suggesting that competence and perseverance are uniquely masculine traits. That women—not to mention any man who doesn’t eat steak, drive a pickup truck, have lots of sex with women and otherwise conform to gender norms absolutely—are nothing more than, background characters and props in a movie where the strong, stoic, REAL man is the hero. More than anything, though, it suggests that to be yourself—whether you, wear skinny jeans, listen to Lady Gaga, rock a little eyeliner, drink some other brand of light beer, or write poetry—will cost you.
7. How many boys have to kill themselves before this country acknowledges the problem? How many women have to be abused? How many trans people have to get assaulted? We teach boys how to wear the skin of a man, but we also teach them how to raise that skin like a flag and draw blood for it.
8. Boy babies get blue socks. Girl babies get pink socks. What about purple? What about orange, yellow, chartreuse, cerulean, black, tie-dyed, buffalo plaid, rainbow… there are so many beautiful colors and combinations of colors. Yet boy babies get blue socks. And girl babies get pink socks.
9. I want to be free, to express myself. Man up. I want to have meaningful, emotional relationships with other men. Man up. I want to be weak sometimes. Man up. I want to be strong in a way that isn’t about physical power or dominance. Man up. I want to cry if I feel like crying. Man up. I want to ask for help. Man up. I want to be who I am. Man up.
10. No.
i love my black complexion

Thiiiiiiiiiis
I was going through the old storage room today and found this scarf my grandmother gifted me several years ago with the words in Urdu, “You attend these scary protests a lot and do that “reporting shporting” and those policemen use teargas, yes? Your uncle told me they even take photos of people to keep an eye out for them next time. I won’t stop you from raising your voice on the streets but I want you to wear this. Breathing through the smoke can be very, very harmful, mere bachay (my child). It’s stylish too, right? Please wear this.”
And I did. During the Long March in my first year at college, at the protest at Karachi Press Club against paramilitary troops within the city, etc. Thank you, naani ammi.
Oh my god best story
If you’re an author who doesn’t like fanfiction
Quite simply, I’ve decided not to read your work.
Also, thanks everyone for being sweet.
I love you
Christine, they didn’t get the joke.
but they laughed anyway




