jean falls first jeremy falls harder
ferns ferns ferns
the idea that restrooms, locker rooms, etc need to be single-sex spaces in order for women to be safe is patriarchy's way of signalling to men & boys that society doesn't expect them to behave themselves around women. it is directly antifeminist. it would be antifeminist even if trans people did not exist. a feminist society would demand that women should be safe in all spaces even when there are men there.
btw this is maybe the single most key distinguishing feature of the terfy strains of radical feminism, the seed all the rest of it springs out of: they have absolutely no faith in the ability of feminism to actually destroy patriarchy. they do not think feminism can truly build a better world. they cannot really even imagine that possibility. they think patriarchy is an inevitable natural consequence of unchangeable biological facts, and therefore the goal of feminism can only be to mitigate the worst effects of patriarchy, not to get rid of it.
they can imagine a society where women get some designated safe spaces without men around. they cannot imagine a society where the presence of men is not inherently a danger to women.
SHOGUN | 1.10: A Dream of a Dream I think my skills have never been sharper.
yabushige: here is my death poem
yabushige’s death poem:
30 min sketch of King and my king
- on diagnosing Ehlers-Danlos in dogs
Lichens and a moss (on the second picture) in the forests of Värmland, Sweden (January 26, 2018).
obviously I loved tsc for a variety of reasons but chief amongst them is the fact that we got another pov of kevin-day-tapping-his-racket-against-the-floor-and-switching-it-to-his-left-hand-in-the-final-game-against-the-ravens gate. i would relive that moment seven million times if I could. nora could be 60 years old telling the story of someone three generations after kevin and a part of me will still hope the main character finds a way to mention peepaw day's racket switch that rocked the nation. it is simply who i am.
personally if i’m out walking and smell laundry or someone else’s cooking or campfire i immediately get hit with a wave of nearly overwhelming comfort. on account of the joie de vivre
the tortured poets department
tsc was a comedy actually, look:
aka Jean Moreau being salty for 350 pages
(I have so many of these, I'm 100% gonna make a part 2)
rainbows
today’s warmup sketch
Jean Moreau of the Perfect Sunshine Court
the poison drips through
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