I assume you’re speaking of social roles, which is fine- that’s their choice, therefore I don’t give a fuck what they do. But biologically speaking, you could not be more incorrect. There isn’t a grey area there.
You can leave, cis-bro.
On this day in 1865, enslaved people in Texas were informed of their freedom, two years following the Emancipation Proclamation. This marks the end of the official institution of slavery in the United States.
Also on this day, the Civil Rights Act of 1963 was passed, after an 83 day filibuster in the US Senate.
If you find yourself believing a rapist when they say all the fuss is over a kiss- stop. Think.
If you find yourself agreeing their victims are crazy, insane- stop. Think.
If you find yourself believing a rapist when they say it was sexsomnia, even after people have testified that the rapist admitted to being conscious for their actions- stop. Think.
If you find yourself sympathizing for a rape apologist who refuses to hold their friend or sibling accountable- stop. Think.
If you find yourself on friendly terms with people who find a rapist’s actions to be acceptable- stop. Think.
If you find yourself reblogging a post about a rape apologist getting beat up by a rapist’s victims and sympathizing with him instead of asking the question, “what did he do to make these women lash out at him?”- stop. Think.
If you find yourself wanting to sit rape survivors down and talk about how the actions they take to fight back—against the rape culture that has done nothing for them and everything to protect the rapist all these years—were wrong, instead of addressing the reasons they did what they did, instead of confronting the rapist and the culture that protects the rapist as being the root of the problem- stop. Think.
If you side with rape apologists, you are siding with rapists. There is no middle ground. Silence protects those in power. Staying friends with rapists and rape apologists tells them it’s okay, that their actions are acceptable. They’re not.
I don’t know what part of this is confusing.
Any person who identifies as a woman is a woman, regardless of her genitalia. Any person with a cunt is whatever gender they say they are. End of discussion.
I’m trying to read Cunt, but it’s so full of essentialist bullshit that I’m worried my brain is going to liquify and ooze out my earholes.
I just want every interaction I have to be authentic.
I don’t care if people think I’m an asshole because I don’t smile and I don’t speak unless I have something to say.
I don’t need superficial niceties with people that don’t matter to me.
Why do other people need that? Why do people thrive on fakeness?