So We Beat On...

“What’s the worst thing you can call a woman? Don’t hold back, now. You’re probably thinking of words like slut, whore, bitch, cunt (I told you not to hold back!), skank. Okay, now, what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I’ve even heard the term ‘mangina.’ Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate insult. Now tell me that’s not royally fucked up.”

Full frontal feminism: a young women’s guide to why feminism matters

By Jessica Valenti

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If you try to tell me that feminism doesn’t matter any more, I will punch you in the genitals. If you try to tell me that your gender identification, biological makeup or age makes you exempt from being a feminist because it does not apply to you, I will apply various hardware tools to your genitals according to what will make them hurt the most. Let’s paraphrase Daniel Radcliffe’s views on LGBT rights here to feminism: You don’t have to be female to care. You just have to be human.

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“There is a moment - Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word - something that makes it worth while.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via fellintoaburingringoffire)

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“One thing I do know about intimacy is that there are certain natural laws which govern the sexual experience of two people, and that these laws cannot be budged any more than gravity can be negotiated with. To feel physically comfortable with someone else’s body is not a decision you can make. It has very little to do with how two people think or act or talk or even look. The mysterious magnet is either there, buried somewhere deep behind the sternum, or it is not. When it isn’t there (as I have learned in the past, with heartbreaking clarity) you can no more force it to exist than a surgeon can force a patient’s body to accept a kidney from the wrong donor. My friend Annie says it all comes down to one simple question: ‘Do you want your belly pressed against this person’s belly forever —or not?’”

Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia (via thoughtsdetained)