White Cis Fat Queer Woman
I enjoy Doctor Who and people with privilege not being fucking awful. My blog will be full of both these things, as well as pictures of cats. I also run a fat-positive health blog.
Feel free to come to my askbox! Just know I keep anonymous off because nothing makes trolls more angry than not being able to hide behind greyface. But if I fuck up, you can absolutely call me on it. I will apologize and strive not to do it again.
“THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!” roared Black. “DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!”
“Actually,” said Harry, pocketing his e-cigarette, “Peter’s pursuit of rational self-interest is of a higher moral order than your determination to kill yourself on another person’s behalf, Sirius. Self-sacrifice is never the answer; it ends only in pain and death.”
Sirius blanched. “But Voldemort — we could have stopped Voldemort.”
“It’s a free market,” Harry said, shrugging.
Lupin turned into a wolf.
“Control yourself,” Harry said. “Good lord, man, you’re a being of pure will and drive. Exercise it.”
Lupin turned back into a man with flashing, clear eyes and a jaw that could level a mid-sized office building.
“In the marketplace of ideas,” Harry went on, “Voldemort has the same right to disseminate his philosophy as you do. If his philosophy is sound, it will flourish. If his philosophy is unsound, you have nothing to fear.”
i would pay cash money for a crossover between this and Harry Potter Becomes A Communist
Fuck PETA. They’re offering to help ten families in Detroit with their bills if they agree to become vegan.
Holy shit that is some straight up white saviour missionary style bullshit. Only with quinoa instead of bibles.
we will help you
but only ONLY if you accept tofu as your lord and savior
I was about 14 or 15 when this happened. At that age, I had already inherited my mom’s generous chest, and I felt terribly self-conscious about it and only wore baggy boys’ clothes because even most of the more modest teen girl clothes exposed my cleavage.
Anyway, that’s what I was wearing- clothes to deliberately hide my breasts. I was at the mall with a friend, and we were on our way to the exit to get picked up by our parents.
We were walking past a larger man- a fully-grown man who was a bit chubby- when suddenly he spun to look at me and exclaimed, “Damn, girl, you have GREAT TITS.”
Without pausing, I turned to look at him, gave him a smile, and replied, “Thanks! So do you!”
There were some girls nearby who overheard the exchange and started laughing hysterically and yelled some support to me, and the man looked flustered and quickly walked off.
Normally I wouldn’t make comments on other people’s bodies like that, being a fat girl myself, but godDAMN was it satisfying. Somehow in my self-conscious teenager head, I managed to turn unwanted comments about my appearance back on my harasser. I hope he felt even a fraction of the discomfort and embarrassment that women and girls feel every day by just existing, even when we’re going out of our way to hide our bodies.
I almost never have a good comeback. I’m still pretty proud of this one.