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Girl you got to be what tomorrow needs: 'We're married, we just don't have sex' →

People wonder why asexuals bother to get together, but Amanda and I have been happily married for nine months now and we’re both still virgins. Some people even think asexuality doesn’t exist. It’s so underrepresented, I can understand why people are skeptical. I was too, even though I was…

Attempted Danger: Basic Terms for Understanding Relationships, Attraction, and Self →

outlawroad:

So I’m now a big believer in visibility and education for the asexual community but I also deeply care about liberating society to experience and explore their relationships in a more nuanced, detailed, complex fashion. Language is a vital tool for doing this. In order to understand your own…

Je perds les pedales.: Zemmour Generator →

faatmatiu:

Il est très difficile de reproduire le style inimitable du polémiste Eric Zemmour. Néanmoins, grâce au générateur automatique d’Eric Zemmour, il devient possible d’approcher en famille l’esprit de son oeuvre.
Mode d’emploi : munissez-vous d’un simple dé et d’un bloc-note. Tirez…

We too have been seduced by the false assumption that the goal of academic freedom is best served by postures of political neutrality, by teaching methods that belie the reality that our very choice of subject matter, manner, and style of presentation embodies ideological and political signifiers. Assuming this posture, there are black professors at Yale and other universities who feel it essential that they do not call attention to race and/or racism, who feel that they should behave always in a manner that deemphasizes race. This is extremely tragic. Such behavior in no way serves the interest of academic freedom. Instead it participates in the construction of a social reality wherein conformity to a racist, white male norm of representation prevails, where difference and diversity are assaulted, denied place and value. Academic freedom is most fully and truly realized when there is diversity of intellectual representation and perspective. Racism has always threatened the realization of this ideal. Rather than become accomplices in the perpetuation of racial domination, black scholars who value academic freedom must continually work to establish spheres of learning in institutions where intellectual practice is not informed by white supremacy. If such a place cannot or does not exist, we betray the radical traditions that enabled us to enter these institutions and act in a manner that will uphold and support our exclusion in the future. It is our collective responsibility both to ourselves as black people and to the academic communities in which we participate and to which we belong, to assume a primary role in establishing and maintaining academic and social spaces wherein the principles of education as the practice of freedom are promoted.

bell hooks, “on being black at yale: education as the practice of freedom”; Talking Back: Thinking Feminist, Thinking Black; (1989); (p. 64-65). (via agradschoolbreakup)

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mehreenkasana:

Yes for Wanda Skyes.

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vegangirls:

Photographer Glenn Thomas is doing a short project where he eats his meals vegan, and he eats them cheap. Showing it’s not only possible, but easy.

Whoa, okay. Saving the shit out of this.

Not a vegan but I’m sure this will help someone.

These things look very similar to what I eat! People are typically skeptical when I inform them that I’m vegan, I eat cheaply, and I do not eat a lot of soy (that last one especially baffles them, because they can’t imagine what you would replace meat with other than processed soy).

I am very thankful to have access to these kinds of foods & the knowledge to make them. My mental and physical health since going vegan two years ago have improved greatly.

Where in the hell is that person shopping to make that cost so little? Where I live that’d be much more.

Also? I couldn’t eat any of those meals. The textures of all of them look wrong to my autistic brain.

this is the first time I’ve seen one of these image things actually be reasonable for the average person.

I could (and to some extent, do) make meals like this about 4 days of the week. I have too much intestinal bleeding right now for it not to make my anemia worse, without some sort of animal based fats. In any case, yum.

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When I was in Boston this weekend I took my friend to Copley Square because it has, in my experience, two of the most beautiful churches in the country. Outside of Old South Church (a United Church of Christ church), there was this sign. Big. And it was amazing how great I felt to see Trans on there. I imagine it would be the same for someone who was homeless or a recovering addict or bisexual or something else that people often judge you for - or who had an identity that has made other religious communities abandon you or shame you. It also wasn’t just listed with things that are “problems” or difficult. It was listed with Male and Female, with Nerd and Cool Kid… I just think this sign is so powerful and I wanted to share it with everyone.

If all churches were like this, I would belong to a church.

UUs are like this! :)

this is really beautiful.

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Reblog if you love Mark Gatiss.

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To those of you who say that Santana deserved it, that she had it coming…no one deserves the feeling of complete and utter fear that overwhelms your mind, body and soul when you’re presented with the prospect that you might be forced out of the closet.
You say that I’m a coward for wanting to hide it from my parents, despite the fact that I’m in college? You’ve never sat with them when Buffy came on and they showed their visible disgust at a girl/girl kissing scene. You’ve never had a debate with them where their reasoning behind their hate was “because it’s wrong.” You’ve never had to sit there and question whether or not the person you’ve come to trust and think as a friend might turn their back on you and judge you for one difference. You’ve never curled up in your bed at night wondering whether or not your room would still be there for you if you ever told. You’ve never experienced that one moment of complete and utter vulnerability, a feeling that takes over your body and fills it with a paralyzing fear when you finally, finally muster up the courage to tell someone you care about that no, you’re not into boys…that you like girls.
You’ve never experienced the relief that floods your heart when they answer back as they always do, when they act as if nothing has changed between you, the love in their eyes knowing that you trusted and cared about them enough to show you the real you. You’ve never felt the shame that creeps up and always seems to linger when they answer back a little differently, start talking to you a little less, until finally you’re worth nothing more to them than a glance and an absentminded greeting barely falling from their lips before they rush away.
It’s a completely, utterly, terrifying experience to go through. And I have to go through with it every day, with every single person I meet. I judge and I calculate and I drop hints because I am so utterly terrified that by revealing one part of myself that is as natural as my lack of flexibility or my quiet nature, that I will earn the hatred of someone who barely, if at all, knows me.
No one deserves being pushed out of the closet before they’re ready, before they want to. Absolutely no one.

To those of you who say that Santana deserved it, that she had it coming…no one deserves the feeling of complete and utter fear that overwhelms your mind, body and soul when you’re presented with the prospect that you might be forced out of the closet.

You say that I’m a coward for wanting to hide it from my parents, despite the fact that I’m in college? You’ve never sat with them when Buffy came on and they showed their visible disgust at a girl/girl kissing scene. You’ve never had a debate with them where their reasoning behind their hate was “because it’s wrong.” You’ve never had to sit there and question whether or not the person you’ve come to trust and think as a friend might turn their back on you and judge you for one difference. You’ve never curled up in your bed at night wondering whether or not your room would still be there for you if you ever told. You’ve never experienced that one moment of complete and utter vulnerability, a feeling that takes over your body and fills it with a paralyzing fear when you finally, finally muster up the courage to tell someone you care about that no, you’re not into boys…that you like girls.

You’ve never experienced the relief that floods your heart when they answer back as they always do, when they act as if nothing has changed between you, the love in their eyes knowing that you trusted and cared about them enough to show you the real you. You’ve never felt the shame that creeps up and always seems to linger when they answer back a little differently, start talking to you a little less, until finally you’re worth nothing more to them than a glance and an absentminded greeting barely falling from their lips before they rush away.

It’s a completely, utterly, terrifying experience to go through. And I have to go through with it every day, with every single person I meet. I judge and I calculate and I drop hints because I am so utterly terrified that by revealing one part of myself that is as natural as my lack of flexibility or my quiet nature, that I will earn the hatred of someone who barely, if at all, knows me.

No one deserves being pushed out of the closet before they’re ready, before they want to. Absolutely no one.

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Know what’s so funny about this? How the blue-eyed White folks know this is an exercise (as in not real life!) and can’t stand taking the shit people of color deal with for a couple of hours before they’re screaming and crying and storming off. They know it’s fake, and they still can’t deal!

Yet these are the people who are supposedly so much smarter than me, so much more reasonable than me, so much more civilized than me!

She. Goes. IN on these white folks. GOES IN.

“I cannot waste my tears for a white woman who knows that this is temporary…. I save my sympathy and my empathy for those who go through this every day of their lives….”

I know that some of you follow me because you occasionally learn something between my awkward personal posts.

I’m sorry this isn’t captioned, but if you’re able to, please watch this, esp. if you’re non-POC.

reblogging to watch when i’m done with my chores.

ahh this is awesome omg everyone needs to watch this old white lady lay it down

BEAUTIFUL.

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