crazy . women

Women who don't want babies

• are not selfish
• are not less of a woman
• are not weird
• are not immature
• won’t necessarily change her mind
• won’t necessary be a lonely old lady
• “a lonely old crazy cat lady” is a patriarchal asshole stereotype:):):):)
• doesn’t necessarily hate kids
• doesn’t need to give you an explanation


time to dance // panic! at the disco

Uzo Aduba (CFA’05) was one of BU’s top sprinters long before she became famous for her Emmy-winning turn as Crazy Eyes on Netflix’s hit show Orange Is the New Black. Aduba, here in 2002, ran 55 meters in 7.07 seconds against a long-standing record of 7.03. Photo courtesy of BU Athletics

When you see a hot girl for the first time and realise that you might not be as heterosexual as you first thought.

Yall remember *NSYNC?

Remember how they (along with the backstreet boys) were the most popular boybands worldwide during the late 90s and into the millennium?

Remember the member Lance Bass?

Remember how he dated Danielle Fishel and they were “so in love”?

Remember how after they broke up, he exclusively dated women?

Remember all the rumors he had about him not being straight?

Remember when TMZ and Perez Hilton started following him around?

Remember when shortly after all this he came out as gay 4 years after *NSYNC disbanded?

Remember the reasons he gave as to why he didn’t come out a lot sooner than he did?

Do you think people told his speculators back then that they were delusional just like they tell Kaisoo shippers that now?

I bet they did, but in the end:

I rest my case.


OK, let’s see here: both are being incredibly dismissive of male victims of female abuse.

Donald Glover suggests that all men have a crazy woman story and that they just amount to a fun, weird little anecdote. Says that any “crazy” men are automatically murderers.

Meanwhile, Aziz Ansari suggests that all women have a crazy man story and that they amount to creepy, unfair harassment. Says that crazy woman straight up don’t exist, men DON’T HAVE crazy woman stories.

Just a fun little contradiction, I thought.


I’m seeing a lot of young transgender or non-binary people out there freaking out or going completely silent and removing all their info from their bios in light of the recent news in America. And I get that, I really, truly do.

But I also want you guys to know that it’s safe to come talk to me if you’re feeling pressured or scared or angry or whatever you’re feeling. If you’re comfortable with talking to me, go for it. :)

Secondly, if you’ve spoken to me about your gender for whatever reason, and are feeling scared about someone else finding out or you being being outed for any reason, please know that I will never reveal anything we have spoken about, anything you have sent to me or asked me about (as an anon or not) to anyone. What we discuss is private, and unless you give me permission to respond publicly or speak about it to others, it will stay between us. Always.

i appreciate isak AND ALSO, it is fucked up to look at a group of girls, call them fake, and then go ugh, girls like this is how all girls are. it’s misogynist. especially as a white, gay man who has a crew of dudes for friends – it’s fucked up! last season, first season, anytime other than now apparently, we would have had someone confront isak about ~generalizing~ but instead, we get this compounding casual misogyny that is literally just being allowed to fester and get uglier both in our minds and sana’s mind and i! AM! NOT! HERE! FOR! IT! i BEEN unlearning patriarchy and self-hatred and i don’t fucking need it back, y’all!!!!!! BYE!!!!!!

aklın bu dünya için çok da iyi bir şey olduğuna inanmıyorum.
akla karşı mutlak bir panzehir gerek. bunun adı da delilik.
bugüne değin, ortam çok uygun olduğu halde delirmediğim için de,
doğrusunu isterseniz, çok üzülüyorum.

Ferit Edgü - Nijinski gibi yazarlar için düşündükleri

Görsel : A Woman Being Hanged in a Victorian Insane Asylum


I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.

Fasted for 60 days.
Wore white.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.

In that time my hair grew past my ankles.
I slept on a mat on the floor.
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know…
Are you cheating?
Are you cheating on me?