time woman of the year


Remember when 1992 was the Year of the Woman? Yeah, that was a thing, although ever-intrepid Sen. Barbara Mikulski shrugged it off at the time, saying, “Calling 1992 the Year of the Woman makes it sound like the Year of the Caribou or the Year of the Asparagus. We’re not a fad, a fancy, or a year.”

With the women’s march prompting some to ask whether 2017 will be the “next year of the woman,” Monday’s the day to celebrate the best unofficial holiday made just for women: Galentine’s Day.

What’s Galentine’s Day, you ask? It’s only the greatest gift we’ve ever gotten from Leslie Knope, the unfailingly earnest bureaucrat at the helm of the NBC series Parks and Recreation, describing it thus during season two: “Every February 13th, my lady friends and I leave our husbands and our boyfriends at home, and we just come and kick it, breakfast-style. Ladies celebrating ladies. It’s like Lilith Fair, minus the angst. Plus frittatas.”

Galentine’s Day: Celebrating Women, Waffles, And, OK, More Waffles

GIFs: NBC Via Giphy


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I take comfort in knowing this year was pretty hard on all of us. I have no words for y'all other than 2017 is the rebirth.

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Holidays are a hard time of year for trans and queer people. Some of us have to spend time with family who don’t support our identities, relationships, or lifestyles–among other horrific experiences.

If you’re available to talk, give support, or be an ally to people facing hardship this holiday season, please reblog this to let your followers know.

Sending love to you all this season. Please reach out if you need to.

I am literally crying over this

We’ve gone from uhura, controversial until the very end in her time, to having a black woman lead a star trek show 50 years later.
It fills me with joy. It gives me hope that gene’s vision might not be so unattainable after all.

Gene would be so fucking proud. If only he could see this.

When I first considered sugaring I was so afraid that I would be scarred for life just for some quick cash. I cried my naive little heart out every night because I couldn’t believe I had to consider this lifestyle to support myself. People would be ashamed of me if they knew, I thought.

Fuck all that noise, honestly. I’ve made thousands in cash and all I’ve done is get my pussy licked. My life has become better on levels I didn’t expect. Even my relationship with my vanilla boyfriend is stronger because we’ve bonded through this.

I love the woman I’m becoming. At this time last year I was a very different girl. I was coming out of an abusive relationship and learning to love myself for the first time. I lived in sweatpants for an entire year. And no, not in that cute hair-up-just-got-home-from-work kind of way. I was so ashamed of my body that I used to look at other girls wearing cute things and think, “I wish I could wear that but my boyfriend would look at me funny” Bihhhhhhhhhhh!

Besides strengthening my relationship, helping me find a sense of style, and allowing me to know how it feels to hold $3,000 cash in my hands… sugaring has brought out my inner gimme-gimme-always-gets, sorry not sorry, bo$$ ass bitch self. Yesterday, for the first time, I told a sales associate that no, in fact, her coworker did NOT tell me I couldn’t return this bodysuit, and that no, in fact, that is NOT her store policy, and that yes, she does need to return this $55 item right the fuck now because I just spent $300 in her store and she needs to suck on a big black cock because her customer service is terrible and I work retail and can vouch for the fact that my ass would be fired if I acted like this.

I mean, not exactly in those words, but you get my point.

If you look back on my blog, some posts ago I mentioned that I’m a very passive person. I’ve always been the type who wanted people to like her, rather than respect her.

And if you asked me now, “What does it feel like to be so God damn passive?”

Well….. passive….. um….

Never felt that. Never been through that. Never experienced that emotion.

Truly, I don’t know what that is.


Well another year has passed. The time flying by has made me realize that it’s time to do what I’ve always wanted to do. I started my YouTube channel, I’ve been (trying) keeping up with a blog and sharing lots here and on the blog. My goal for 2017 is to make this thing actually something. I think I can get there. Thanks for supporting me for the past few years here on tumblr, without tumblr I wouldn’t be where I am today. Lots of love, Lizzie ❤
Btw all of these outfit details are on my YouTube (lizzieslooks) or on here ☺☺

Madonna – a global icon who extended her record as the highest-grossing female touring artist of all time in 2016 – was honored as Woman of the Year at Billboard’s Women In Music 2016 event on Friday (Dec. 9). And during her acceptance speech, she was fully ferocious, funny and brutally honest – in other words, she was the Madonna we’ve known and adored since she debuted more than 30 years ago.

Madonna, unsurprisingly, stole the show the moment she took the stage. Her weapon? Something you can’t contain, fake, reproduce or put a price on: Blunt, personal truth.

After opening with a joke – “I always feel better with something hard between my legs” Madonna said, straddling the microphone stand – she got candid very quickly.

“I stand before you as a doormat. Oh, I mean, as a female entertainer,” Madonna said. “Thank you for acknowledging my ability to continue my career for 34 years in the face of blatant sexism and misogyny and constant bullying and relentless abuse.”

“People were dying of AIDS everywhere. It wasn’t safe to be gay, it wasn’t cool to be associated with the gay community,” Madonna recalled. “It was 1979 and New York was a very scary place. In the first year I was held at gunpoint, raped on a rooftop with a knife digging into my throat and I had my apartment broken into and robbed so many times I stopped locking the door. In the years that followed, I lost almost every friend I had to AIDS or drugs or gunshots.”

From that, Madonna told the Women In Music crowd she learned a vital lesson: “In life there is no real safety except for self-belief.”

Madonna also talked about a lesson she thought she learned from David Bowie… only that lesson, it turned out, didn’t quite apply to her. “I was of course inspired by Debbie Harry and Chrissie Hynde and Aretha Franklin, but my real muse was David Bowie. He embodied male and female spirit and that suited me just fine. He made me think there were no rules. But I was wrong. There are no rules – if you’re a boy. There are rules if you’re a girl,” Madonna said.

Among those rules: “If you’re a girl, you have to play the game. You’re allowed to be pretty and cute and sexy. But don’t act too smart. Don’t have an opinion that’s out of line with the status quo. You are allowed to be objectified by men and dress like a slut, but don’t own your sluttiness. And do not, I repeat do not, share your own sexual fantasies with the world. Be what men want you to be, but more importantly, be what women feel comfortable with you being around other men. And finally, do not age. Because to age is a sin. You will be criticized and vilified and definitely not played on the radio.”

Madonna also opened up about the time in her life when she felt “like the most hated person on the planet,” with her eyes tearing up and her nose running a bit.

“Eventually I was left alone because I married Sean Penn, and not only would he would bust a cap in your ass, but I was off the market. For a while I was not considered a threat. Years later, divorced and single – sorry Sean – I made my Erotica album and my Sex book was released. I remember being the headline of every newspaper and magazine. Everything I read about myself was damning. I was called a whore and a witch. One headline compared me to Satan. I said, ‘Wait a minute, isn’t Prince running around with fishnets and high heels and lipstick with his butt hanging out?’ Yes, he was. But he was a man.

"This was the first time I truly understood women do not have the same freedom as men,” she said.

Madonna also recalled that at one point in her life, during all the public vitriol, “I remember wishing I had a female peer I could look to for support. Camille Paglia, the famous feminist writer, said I set women back by objectifying myself sexually. So I thought, 'oh, if you’re a feminist, you don’t have sexuality, you deny it.’ So I said 'fuck it. I’m a different kind of feminist. I’m a bad feminist.’”

Madonna also looked back on the many pop icons lost during the last decade. “I think the most controversial thing I have ever done is to stick around. Michael is gone. Tupac is gone. Prince is gone. Whitney is gone. Amy Winehouse is gone. David Bowie is gone. But I’m still standing. I’m one of the lucky ones and every day I count my blessings.”

Closing out her speech, Madonna offered thanks to her haters and advice to other women in music.

“What I would like to say to all women here today is this: Women have been so oppressed for so long they believe what men have to say about them. They believe they have to back a man to get the job done. And there are some very good men worth backing, but not because they’re men – because they’re worthy. As women, we have to start appreciating our own worth and each other’s worth. Seek out strong women to befriend, to align yourself with, to learn from, to collaborate with, to be inspired by, to support, and enlightened by,” she urged.

“It’s not so much about receiving this award as it is having this opportunity to stand before you and say thank you,” Madonna said, closing out her speech. “Not only to the people who have loved and supported me along the way, you have no idea…you have no idea how much your support means,” she said, tearing up for the second time. “But to the doubters and naysayers and everyone who gave me hell and said I could not, that I would not or I must not – your resistance made me stronger, made me push harder, made me the fighter that I am today. It made me the woman that I am today. So thank you.”

To Louis on your 25th birthday

It’s hard to find the words to say today. I’d want to wish you all the joy and happiness in the world on your birthday, but it’s impossible to forget the loss you are going through, especially around this time of year. Twenty-five years ago today, an incredible woman brought you into this world. She single-handedly gave you the foundation to become the incredible person you are today. She taught you how to have fun, how to have compassion for others, how to celebrate who you are and how to love. She encouraged you to pursue your dreams, and you took it from there.

At 25, you’re a star. Literally. People around the world look up to you, partly because you are in a world-famous band, but partly as well because of the way you’ve used that celebrity status. You’ve done everything you can to give back to people, especially ill children. You find a way to bring a smile to everyone’s face, no matter how difficult the situation. You can act like a crazy kid around your friends and a wonderful father to your young son. You are a spot of brightness when the world gets dark. 

It might sound corny, but you truly light up this world like nobody else, and we are so lucky to have you. 

Your birthday likely will not be the same without your mom. As a fan, it’s hard to think solely happy thoughts today when you are still going through this unimaginable situation. But your mom was so obviously proud of you each and every day that she was here with you, and wherever she is now, she surely is still incredibly proud of the person you are today, the now-25-year-old who has found a way to make people smile even in the wake of his cherished mother’s death. 

It feels wrong to simply wish you a happy birthday and not acknowledge what you’re going through on this specific birthday, but regardless, I hope you have the best birthday you can, and I hope 25 has nothing but good times for you. You deserve it. 

Happy birthday, Louis. 

Okay so five hours later lol. The thing is, people like my bigoted father in law don’t understand is that for how many years of my life did I struggle with the idea that I couldn’t be happy with both? There are days I cannot stand my female body, my breasts disgust me, I want nothing to do with it. Then there are days I love it and I love my cleavage and nothing makes me feel sexier than a push up bra and lipstick. I knew I couldn’t transition and be happy because there are a lot of times where I enjoy being a woman and so for years I spent weeks depressed, trying to fit a feminine mold for work. Then I left work and had kids and there’s nothing worse than feeling like you have to be a woman because now you’re a mom. Since I’ve struggled with infertility for so long I never thought of myself as a woman in that capacity and here are little proofs of a womb running around me. So I cut my hair short and bought a bunch of men’s clothes but then after a few months I started to miss my femininity. So what am I supposed to do? Just be fucking miserable because YOU exist on a gender binary and can’t handle it?? How does it affect YOU if I feel like a dude today and a chick the next??? Is it worth making me feel miserable at my core for your fifteen minutes of comfort dealing with me? I just can’t wrap my head around how selfish you must to insist I fit your idea of gender. And the worst part? I am very conscientious of other people’s perceptions and try to make you feel comfortable!! I won’t push my identity on you – the reason I changed is because I met a few of my other in laws for prom dress shopping and I know they don’t want to deal with it but they also respect me not to talk shit in front of me. So I’ll dress femme for you. Respect is a two way street. Don’t act like you should get respect by shoving your shit opinions on people who live these experiences just because you don’t understand. Ugh. /end rant

Georgia O'Keefe was one fascinating person…

If you’re a classic art aficionado, you’ll recognize my reprint of a famous Georgia O'Keefe painting.  She was famous for her paintings of oversized flowers that evoked images of female genetalia.  So, unless you’ve been living in a cave since you were five (or only playing video games – same thing…), you will certainly recognize what this painting is.   If not, it’s a black orchid, you idiot.  Now get your mind out of the gutter.

I love people who break barriers that help open up the human soul and improve our lives.  Georgia O'Keefe was one such woman, and she was light years ahead of her time.  She was born in 1887 and lived 100 years.  She really hit her stride in the late 1920s and 1930s, when she left NYC for New Mexico - the land of enchantment (before Walter White made it the land of meth…).  She was a transformational influence on the art world, and society in general.

Think of those times, when sexuality was repressed.  She brought it front and center into highbrow society, in a magical and erotic way.  And to think all this from a woman who looked much like Lyndon Baines Johnson in drag.  (Go ahead and google it, there are thousands of sites.  Go on, do it!!   Haha, made you look….  But do check out her later life pictures and tell me if you can’t see a more liberated LBJ looking back at you.)

I love the historic mavericks in U.S. history, particularly the women who broke down stereotypes.  Women like Julia Morgan, the brilliant architect from California who designed so many epic buildings around the same time that Georgia was rocking the art world.  Fortunately their impacts are highly visual, and permanent.  

Side note:  You probably know how I love vintage fashion, and I picked up this incredible slip last week from a local thrift store.  It’s definitely silk, the high quality ‘raw silk’ type that has that has that unmistakable texture.  The label was removed, so I can’t tell if it’s vintage or modern.  It has all the attributes of a classic vintage piece, down to the subtly beautiful embroidered floral pattern in the bodice.  It’s also small as hell, which makes me think it might have been made many decades ago.

It will remain a mystery, much like Georgia.