I Really Really Really Don't Care About Trans Shit Anymore. Like It's Just Not A Thought In My Mind.

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pondering making a studyblr

one day wont do anything. if u really wanna make a difference, dont buy anything you dont need for as long as possible. clothes, snacks and candy, decorations, books, etc

Funny how words change. I was thinking about the phrase "gentleman's club," and what I'd IMAGINE that would mean (based on the definition of "gentleman") is a place for well-bred, intelligent, likely educated, civilized men to talk, drink and smoke cigars with other men of the same mindset. I picture Mr. Darcy sitting there with Mr. Bingley. Instead, it's come to mean "The lowest, dumbest, most perverted dirt bags you can imagine throwing filthy dollar bills at women who they're paying to take their clothes off." The men who visit these places are the furthest thing from gentlemen.

The funny thing is, if there were a "Lady's Club" it would probably still resemble exactly what we'd imagine: well-dressed, elegant women having a beautiful luncheon with their female friends, behaving totally appropriately. The most they might do that was "out of character" for ladies (supposedly) is laugh uproariously after a few glasses of wine.

Since I'm on the subject, Tea Rooms (which were very popular in America in the 1910's-20's and were generally owned by women) were very close to what I described as a Lady's Club, and I'd love to see them brought back. Getting dressed up to go to a fancy tea with a lot of female friends sounds like so much fun!

the next 4 years will be dark for americans. to all of those who are in a dark place right now, please remember that if you give up, if you let go, and if you stop being who you truly are, you'll only be giving conservatives what they want. please remember to take a break and do something you enjoy to take your mind off of things, surround yourself with people who love and protect you; and if you don't have anyone like that, always love and protect yourself.

you don't need to always be up-to-date on the political state of the country and how things are going, especially not if it effects you mentally. you're allowed to disconnect, you're allowed to put your head in the sand and block it out, because you need to stay strong.

or, maybe staying up to date helps you stay strong. maybe it motivates and encourages you to push through and hope for a better future. you are more capable than you think.

remember: don't snitch, take things easy when you need to, use your resources, and put yourself first. if you ever need to talk, mine and many others' messages are open.

I cannot believe what I am about to say, but radical feminism is healing me.

I’ve been suffering from an eating disorder (an0rex1a) nearly all my life, my first worries about weight started when I was 9 years old and slightly chubby (and people made sure to point out that was bad).

More than a year ago, I reached my weight goal of 45kg at 175cm (99 lbs at 5’9"), and I thought I had made it. Finally, I became undeniably skinny, skinnier than most, the smallest I could be without dying, and therefore worthy.

Spending my days faintly, mostly sleeping, unable to work, study, or read, I thought that made me better. That my endless suffering meant I was worthy of true love, admiration, and all the better things in life.

Looking back, I am sad for my past self. For the first time in my life, I am making an effort to gain weight, to gain my life, my capacity, my abilities. I gained 7kg (15 pounds) in a year, but most of it came after reading (and taking it in—which took months) radical feminism theory, and now, being in this community.

Now, eating breakfast worth of calories of my full day back then, I feel freer. I am genuinely stopping equating my worth to my suffering, not just pretending I do in front of therapists and psychiatrists—but from within.

I cannot stress it enough. I had never been this free in my life, and throughout the endless years of treatment, I was sure I was never going to heal; some therapists even declined to work with me, for I was deemed a desperate case.

Therapy has flaws, as it focuses on the individual, on our own actions, while radical feminism points out the wider problem—systemic oppression.

The problem was never me.

i believe you MIGHT just be 5ish years late !! lmk if im wrong tho :)