HER BRAIN

I always encourage women to stop wearing makeup. Or at least have a good relationship with it, being able to not depend on it forever.

After months without it I feel real. I can't picture myself anymore with make-up because it makes me feel different, a fake version of myself and I don't like to lie to myself on who and how I am.

It may be difficult for some women, because its rooted in our society to be always pretty and clean. And I hate it because I like to show everyone my real features, my real face, and how it can be totally normale to have flaws. Because we're human and we have flaws. And I love it.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

genderists look at the very few gnc women that girls have to look up to–they look at mulan, joan of arc, arya stark, anne lister, mary ann talbot–women who either pretend to be men for their safety (most of the time so that they can marry women, or go on expeditions, or enter into war or academia) or simply wear pants—and say ‘well actually, they want to be men’–>‘actually, they’re trans’ –> ‘actually, they’re men.’

it does not matter your intention, your reason for saying that, it matters the implication. you teach girls that no, you can’t actually be this, not unless you become a man first. 

and they look at gnc men like marquis de lafayette and marsha p. johnson and say, ‘well, actually, they’re women, see? because they’re wearing women’s clothes’. what do you think that teaches girls about what women are? woman is not a costume. man is not marriage with a woman. you’re just misogynistic and homophobic.

Cthulhu Avatar Series :: Lovecraft meets Grimshaw by Oliver Wetter

“When men talk to me, they look at my chest. It doesn’t matter if I wear a turtleneck. I am being undressed in their minds. If I wore a trash bag, they’d probably be all the more grateful. Plastic is easier to rip through, anyhow. My teacher told us to make sure not to wear low cut tops during examinations. She’d seen with her own eyes, she said, male invigilators peering down shirts under the guise of looking at exam scripts. Thank you. I will remember. I went to buy soup at the hawker centre and the man asked if I wanted milk in my soup. I shook my head no. His colleague said something in dialect. I understand dialect. He doesn’t know I do, thinks I’m a silly teen who’s forgotten her roots, the sam sui women, the orang asli. He says, she doesn’t need the milk, and nods towards my breasts. Both of them turn to stare. I stare back. They meet my gaze and look away, ashamed. I know he knows I understand. He asks me if I do. I say yes, and he hands me my food in silence. I walk away and wonder if they’re looking at my ass. I walk faster. They weren’t embarrassed because of their thoughts or the way their eyes strayed. They were embarrassed because they were caught. I wear mostly black now, to draw attention away from my chest, and also in mourning for my girlhood. I was 15.”

— Venetta Octavia, “no one will be spared”, for The Mira Project (via venettaoctavia)

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While gossip among women is universally ridiculed as low and trivial, gossip among men, especially if it is about women, is called theory, or idea, or fact.

Andrea Dwrkin

Right Wing Women, 1983