(Or Patricia. I'm fine with either.)
I'm a teenage white cisgender lesbian brunette girl (she/her pronouns) living in the northeastern USA. This blog is a mix of pretty things I like (artsy, spiritual, nature etc), things relating to causes I'm into (social justice etc.), and things that inspire me. I own nothing, unless stated otherwise.
I am a Wiccan and Goddess-worshiper and consider myself to be spiritual, so just be mindful that you'll be seeing that stuff if you follow me. Blessed Be~
I am a feminist and social justice activist, and I try to act in the best solidarity I can to those who lack identity-privileges I have. Being that I have white privilege, I have stopped calling myself an intersectional feminist because of this: http://earthmoonlotus.tumblr.com/post/70840139693/if-youre-white-dont-call-yourself-an-intersectional
I advocate for the environment as well.
Header artist unknown. Avatar = "Acceptance" by Toni Carmine Salerno
Not all women have vaginas.
"Some men feel that too much responsibility for preventing sexual assault has been put on their shoulders"
We’re telling you not to rape people and you think the bar’s never been higher
the idea of people having to be ‘useful’ is just so gross, like people do not exist to be used
having to produce something and have a use is a capitalist ideal and not an intrinsic part of humanity
just by being alive you are human and you are worth something and you can never be useless
I don’t care if I’ve already reblogged this
i just want more fucking stories where disabled characters survive the whole time and also don’t get fucking cured
so that a disabled kid can read a book and see themselves coming out of it alive and as they are because that is fucking important
We have a strange habit of falling back on “civility” as if every social movement was entirely civil. Like unions didn’t bust up on scabs. Like Nelson Mandela didn’t blow shit up. Like MLK would tell us all to shut the fuck up, and women never chained themselves to the fences in city squares, stormed political buildings or committed acts of arson and violence in an effort to achieve suffrage.
My specialization is in the history of revolutionary movements, and let me tell you, folks – being nice and holding hands didn’t get shit done. Or sure, it was one tactic. But never the only tactic. I wish a nice circle jerk got shit done as much as the next person, but if it were so, history would look much, much different.
Change is messy. It’s angry. It’s uncomfortable. It’s full of angry people saying angry things, because they’ve been disrespected and forgotten again and again and again and again, and they’re tired of being fucking nice because it makes you uncomfortable if they act in any way that is not deferential or subservient to you and your worldview.