lady liberator

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

Do I seriously have to defend this fucker? Yeah, I do. Shit. (Lady's Thoughts)

Don’t read if you get easily offended, butthurt, or unable to comprehend another human being’s opinions.

Apparently, nobody is allowed to make offensive jokes because it’s “normalizing” and “just as bad” as actually doing the offensive thing!

Okay then. Let’s play this game.

No more murder jokes.
No more suicide jokes.
No more man jokes.
No more Trump jokes.
No more patriarchy jokes.
No more conservative jokes.
No more Christian jokes.
No more jokes that reference your mental illnesses.
No more Republican jokes.
No more penis jokes.
No more any offensive jokes–ever.

Why? Because it might hurt someone’s feelings and it will normalize hatred against white men or people who’s family has been murdered.

Only puns and good old fashioned humour, like Leave It to Beaver.

Oh, and while we’re at it:
No more plane jokes.
No more sex jokes.
No more America jokes.
No more jokes with coarse language, like shit, tits, cock, cunt, cum, fuck, etc.
No more jokes that could offend anyone at any given time ever.

That means no more jokes about any tragedy or bad things. Even if those things are personal, because it could trigger son or make them feel bad.

How about no humour at all? Even chickens crossing roads could offend someone whose pet chicken died when it got loose onto the highway.

Tumblr wouldn’t last a week.

Now, do I dislike certain jokes? Do I think some are garbage and tasteless? Of course I do. I hated that “All Jews must die” joke. But did you know what I did? I rolled my eyes and moved right along. That’s what adults do. They go on about their lives when they see something or hear something that they do not like. A joke won’t kill a Jewish person. A bullet does. And guess what? All of this attention on Felix for a bad joke is turning your backs on REAL crimes against Jews RIGHT. NOW. I bet your ass right now some little Jewish girl just got shot in the fucking face over Bast knows where while y'all are harping on ONE ignorant fuckface for making a 4chan joke. (Let’s also not forget that the man is known for making offensive jokes.)

Do you have any idea how many fat jokes I hear? How many gay jokes and witch jokes? Do you see me shitting myself and saying that their preferred brand of humour is encouraging witch hunts? Fuck. No.

It’s like saying South Park or Family Guy promotes domestic violence because of their abuse jokes.

This is a Swedish dumbass who’s job is to sit his ass in front of a telly all day, not fucking Hitler or a Grand Wizard of the goddamn KKK.

Should he be condemned? Yes. To this extent? Take your meds if you think so.

Bad humour and bad things will always exist, and no matter how much you want those things to disappear, they won’t. It has been proven to us time and time again that the more that you suppress an ideology and try to censor it, the worse it becomes. Look at how Trump got to office. (Also, because of all of this hubbub, a shit storm of actual antisemites have come out of the woodwork. If you would have left him alone, this shit wouldn’t have happened. Woopsies, right? Fuck you.)

No wonder people hate fucking liberals. Bunch of whiny ass pussies that need to have their coffee taken away from them and actually show them what REAL antisemitism is. They’d think that Pewds is the funniest bastard in the world after they’re done witnessing the horror of what other countries think of Jews and what they do to them.

I’m taking a shower. Fuck this. If you disagree with me, I’m not sorry. If you feel the need to unfollow me, then you aren’t a very strong person. At all.

The Beloved Companion

The magical, marvelous, @annasassi has created a visual of Donna as the Beloved Companion and it’s just so incredible. Thank you so, so much, my friend.

In my personal Doctor Who universe, the Ood refer to Donna as the Beloved Companion, and the Lady of the Liberation. In honor of what she and the Doctor did to free the Ood from slavery, they revere her. The hammer stands for justice, and the broken chain for freedom. The large circle says DONNA NOBLE, the small THE BELOVED COMPANION in Circular Gallifreyan.

I like to think the Doctor finds little shrines to Donna scattered across the universe and always stops at them.

A friend of mine is talking about trans veterans at a national anthropology conference.

He asked me to write a statement in response to the result of the 2016 election. This is it:

An open letter:

De Oppresso Liber.  To free the oppressed.  Nous Defions.  We defy.  Liberty and justice for all.  My country has long claimed to be THE symbol of freedom and democracy across the globe. We have always espoused these lofty ideals.

And yet.  

Here we are.  

I was never a patriotic “true believer” but gods I thought we were better than this.  In spite of losing the popular vote our electoral system is poised to emplace a man who campaigned on the promise to restrict the human rights, civil liberties, and bodily autonomy of black people, Muslims, immigrants, and queer people of all stripes.  We have elected a man who is staffing his cabinet with openly white nationalist figures like Stephen Bannon.

David Duke, the KKK, and the actual American Nazi Party are holding victory parades and celebrations for our new president elect.

I want to say I don’t recognize my country.  But I do.  The thing is, when I was a child I did believe that we were the good guys.  We were the greatest country in the world—freedom was what made us different from every nation across the globe.  Then again, in those days I was a male-assigned child who went to church 5 times a week and only ever got into trouble for bringing my bible to school and preaching to my classmates.  To say I was naïve is an understatement.  The scales fell from my eyes very quickly.  

When one of the faithful raped me for 5 of my first 10 years of life, it was somehow MY shame to bear rather than his.  My father convinced me not to press charges because once people knew I had been raped, he said, I could never take that back.  

I learned that words and actions rarely aligned.  The church sign always said “All are welcome” but the church bylaws, which were updated in the 1990’s by the way, still forbid members of the church from even being party to interracial weddings.  My dad “didn’t approve of black people” as if they somehow chose their race and threatened to disown me if I ever brought home a black girl.  My family fears that gays will “convert” good little Christian children.  

My country kills unarmed black children but takes white mass murderers into custody and buys them cheeseburgers.  In my country a man with a gun can harass, stalk, and kill a child and claim he feared for his life, but a black trans woman who accidentally kills her meth-addled neo-nazi attacker with a pair of scissors from her fashion design class will go to prison.

No, I absolutely recognize my country.  All straight cisgender white Christian men are created equal.  The rest of us are to be dominated, subjugated, incarcerated, or deported.  Or otherwise “protected” from choice and bodily autonomy.  The toxicity of whiteness and Christianity and masculinity is a swift current that swept me into the teeth of a war I never believed in.  I did terrible things for a nation that refuses to acknowledge my basic humanity, and I will never be able to wash that blood off my hands.  In special forces our motto was De Oppresso Liber—most often paraphrased as “to free the oppressed”.  Our direct action teams appropriated the motto Nous Defions—We Defy—from the French resistance in World War II.  To me they are more than just buzzwords. I took them to heart.  I recognize that America is an oppressor to people of color, women, queers, and the disabled.  My transgender status and my womanhood do not negate my status as a warrior, and I recognize president-elect Trump and those who back him as the same dark forces my grandfather battled in the 1940’s.  I recognize my country for what it is—an empire built by slaves on the bones of natives—but I still believe in what it could be.  I know what side of history I will be on.  My America is diverse, without the divisions encouraged by those who would put so-called state’s rights before human rights or federal protections for them.  My America has skin that is red and black and brown, not just white.  My America is queer and fat and femme.  My America is Atheist and Jewish and Muslim.  My people are disabled and incarcerated and undergoing “reparative therapy”.  I still believe in one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.  For ALL.  And I say to Trump and Pence and Bannon:  We defy you.  WE DEFY.  Nous Defions.  


Alana McLaughlin, former staff sergeant, United States Army

De Oppresso Liber.

ID #16201

Name: Dimitris

Age: 17

Country: Greece

Hello world :D

I’m Dimitris and I’m looking for a pen pal to write mails too because I think letters are a beautiful way to convey your thoughts and feelings.

Interests: books (of any kind but I have a special place in my heart for Classic Literature), writing, journalism, volleyball (although I don’t play as much lately), video-games <3, board games.

Favorite movies/shows: It would be too difficult to narrow it down to few so I’m just gonna say that I love the genres of Fantasy, Sci-fi, Adventure, Action, Mystery, Thriller, Horror and History.

Favorite artists/bands: Lady Gaga, Beyonce, Britney Spears, Sia, Adele, 3 Doors Down, ABBA, Black Eyed Peas, Bonnie Tyler, The Cure, In Flames etc. The list could go on forever. :P

Political views: Liberal Socialism

Religious views: Secular Humanism

Favorite quote (one of many): “I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I’m out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best. ” ~ Marilyn Monroe

Preferences: Older than 17.

My book’s release date!

The Lady and the Bandit, the bodice-burning story of the romance between an English runaway girl and a Spanish bandit, written by yours truly, will be available in June the 17th of 2017.

As Pepita, the main character, would say…

“Ohlordjeesus, that’s TOMORROW!!”

For the anon who asked:

Could you please draw us more Bo-Katan? For example Bo-Katan and Depa? Because you-know-what didn’t happen and Satine has be taken to heal to Coruscant by Obi-Wan and now the Jedi Order is helping Mandalore, for example?

AU in which Bo-Katan Kryze leads an army of Jedi ladies to liberate Mandalore, y/y?

get wrecked, Maul

Let’s all take a moment, on this day celebrating women who speak out, to think about the women who bite their tongues out of terror. Let’s think about the women who didn’t make it to this holiday at the hands of their oppressors. Let’s think about the women who are trapped in dangerous environments with no hope of escaping. Let’s all make a silent promise that we will make the world safer for them, that their daughters might not be born with a target on their back.

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Jenna: none of us made bets. didn’t think it’d actually happen. I shoulda tho.
Michael: Christ, thanks a lot.
Jeremy: it wasn’t, like, planned! i, uh, never thought this moment would happen and i guess i got a little….carried away.
Michael: our fanbase isn’t THAT big anyway so. the only one who really witnessed it was jenna.
Jenna: listen i’m a p supportive and liberal lady but sometimes snogging in the middle of the street ain’t something i’ll encourage.

youtube

Hi, folks! Finally, the video of my presentation of The Lady and the Bandit is up! Be sure to activate the English subs, because the audio is in Spanish.

This was the very first time I spoke of one of my novels in front of many people, and as you’ll notice, I was SUPER nervous. But the guests had a great time, so did I, and I was eager to share this with you.

Do you want to know about Rafael’s horrible past and Pepita’s mindblowing fantasies? Get the book here!

What did you think of the presentation? Do you have any advice, opinions, jokes? Do you have any information about the Mistery Sneaky Cat who blessed our reunion? Leave them in the comments or tell me via tag/reblog/message :D

Same librarian in both picks….First during Obama celebrating Dr. Seuss’s the cat in the hats birthday. Second is her claiming Dr. Seuss books are filled with racist imagery and rejected the gift from our first lady. Can’t be a liberal without being a hypocrite!

i’m pretty sure the first ten months of my thirties has been better than the last six years of my twenties combined.

keep on keepin’ on, y’all. the sun’s out and the water’s warm. i’ve ordered margaritas for everyone.

All That Jazz

This is for @edendaphne and her amazing gangster au. I’m such a hoe for this AU ahhhhhh. Anyway, I hope everybody will enjoy this, sorry if it seems rushed.

20s slang list 

Caper - a criminal act or robbery

Bank’s Closed - no kissing or making out

Beat it - scam or get lost

Beat one’s gums - idle chatter

Putting on the Ritz - after the Ritz hotel in Paris; doing something in high style

Swanky - Elegant

Nifty - great   

Glad rags - “going out on the town” clothes 


Marinette managed to catch her breath a she got off the scene, the hall behind her still roaring with applause. It had been a good show and the hall had been surprisingly full for a Wednesday. Marinette bit her lip, hoping maybe she will get the slightest bonus. Miraculeux might not be in Montmartre, but it was still a very good and frequented night café. And the owner had the decency to give her a little bonus every once in a while, when the place was more crowded than usual. Tikki was always saying people were coming to see Marinette, so she deserved every franc she was getting. With a sigh, she headed towards the little room she sued as a cabin. She just wanted some water and to go home. She could already feel the tiredness catching up with her in the morning, when she will be in the workshop sewing the same bland shirts again and again.

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