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.

 

When Stuyvesant says that women’s dress and bodies are distraction in a learning environment, for example, what they’re really saying is that they’re distracting to male students. The default student we are concerned about - the student whose learning we want to ensure is protected - is male. Never mind how “distracting” it is to be pulled from class, humiliated, and made to change outfits - publicly degrading young women is small price to pay to make sure that a boy doesn’t have to suffer through the momentary distraction of glancing at a girl’s legs. When this dentist in Iowa can fire his assistant for turning him on - even though she’s done absolutely nothing wrong - the message again is that it’s men’s ability to work that’s important.

And when rape victims are blamed for the crime committed against them, the message is the same: This is something that happened to the perpetrator, who was driven to assault by a skirt, or a date, or the oh-so-sexy invitation of being passed out drunk. Women have infringed on their right to exist without being turned on. (Ta-Nehisi Coates describes this centering of male sexual vulnerability quite well.) Our very presence is a disruption of the male status quo.

From my latest at The Nation, “Asking For It” (via jessicavalenti)

starxapple:

starxapple:

my grandpa has a date tonight and hes really old and in a wheelchair and has to drag around this breathing machine but hes just sitting there waiting for the hospice shuttle to take him to pick up his date and he looks suPER EXCITED and its the cutest thing ive ever seen 

update he came home and i asked him how it went and he said, “i should have taken an extra tank of oxygen because she took my BREATH AWAY”  

food-sleep-mcr:

emblemthree:

how to wear the same pair of jeans for 3 days without anyone noticing a novel by me

you spelled 3 weeks wrong

samandriel:

venski:

owlcitee:

samandriel:

eleven used to be all bouncy and cute and adorable and now he’s becoming more and more broken and dark like nine and ten were towards their ends and that makes me nervous

take a minute to imagine how bizzarre this post sounds to other people

icant

it just sounds like you’re really emotional about math imdone

i just really love math guys

“I worry that I might be seen to be name-dropping or boasting, so I have to constantly be self-deprecating. I feel people are always ready to jump on me. If I show any signs of being a diva or ungrateful, they are just too ready to criticise. It’s like they are desperate to find something they can hold onto. In the first semester I just didn’t talk about my life at home at all. Now I’ve realised that’s just stupid. Harry Potter has been such a big part of my life that if I don’t mention it I’m being fake and my friends are only getting to know a very small part of me. Finally, I’m starting to be able to say, ‘Yes, I’m famous. Yes, I’m in the films. You’re just going to have to deal with it.’ I’m not going to tiptoe around anymore.”

(Source: padfootmagic)