tinydragongina:

If you laugh at jokes about raping people I will laugh at my fist punching your throat because sure it’s violent and demeaning but I think it’s funny so why aren’t you laughing get off the floor and stop whining I am trying to assert that my desire to make a joke out of your traumatic experience is more important than your pain it’s called Freedom of Speech read a book.

(Source: eowyning, via patchesthegreat)

And then, the day before I graduated from college, the news flooded my inbox: in Kansas, Dr. George Tiller had been shot. Point blank. In the head. In his church.

Welcome to America. You don’t know shit.

One of the things that was most different, and most complicated, about this country was the vehemence and violence of its anti-abortion politics. In Australia, where I grew up, there are people who are deeply anti-abortion. There are anti-choice organizations, and there are protesters with signs outside clinics. But clinics don’t get bombed. Australia doesn’t have to pass laws mandating where protestors can stand outside clinics to ensure they don’t prevent patients from getting in to see a doctor. Australia’s abortion laws aren’t ideal, but we don’t have mandatory penetrative ultrasounds and we don’t require doctors to lie to patients about what abortion does and we don’t have politicians going around saying that the state should force a rape victim to carry her rapist’s baby. And where I come from, people don’t get shot over abortion.

Chloe Angyal at Feministing

Today is the 3-year anniversary of Dr. Tiller’s murder by an anti-choice zealot.

(via keepyourbsoutofmyuterus)

Anyone else think that if not for the connection to religious beliefs (specifically Christian religious belief) that anti-choicers would be labeled a terrorist organization in the U.S.?

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PULP ROMANCE

mariadahvanaheadley:

He saw her across a crowded shelf.

Her deckle-edge was seductively deep, her endpapers velvety. She was a first edition, probably autographed. Any man would want to write his name in a book like her.

She noticed him perusing her pages, and blushed. He had a hard spine, and a crisp dust jacket. His eyes were capitalized, and in an obscure font designed in Amsterdam in 1768. She caught herself glancing at his flyleaf, and looked away, mortified.

They were in the YA section, and she was acting like a common galley.

“Can I have your ISBN?” he whispered. He could nearly see her addendum.

“Yes,” she cooed, helpless. “Yes.”

——

A couple of years ago, for the 110th Anniversary of the terrific indie University Bookstore in Seattle, 110 writers wrote pieces of 110 words. This was mine, a miniature romance novel, the only thing in that genre I’ve written. (So far.) Books are sexy. I became a writer in order to get closer to them.  

(via neil-gaiman)

Khan Academy

gedenkenbrauchtwissen:

tuskandtemper:

my brother just showed me this website that is essentially the best website ever made. this guy who graduated from Harvard for MIT or something, he’s made over 3200 educational videos covering topics from math, science, art history, finances, standardized testing practice…. almost any school subject you can imagine. and all of the videos are free. so if you’re in school, i recommend you bookmark this site for pretty much any class you have trouble with. i wanted to share it because it is the GREATEST THING EVER.

awesome!

Hey guys I’m subscribed to Sal (the guy who makes these) and it’s really freaking awesome. So, …here.

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heh.

heh.

(Source: wrath7ds, via ladyatheist)

They came in armoured vehicles and there were some tanks. They shot five bullets through the door of our house. They said they wanted Aref and Shawki, my father and my brother. They then asked about my uncle, Abu Haidar. They also knew his name.

My mum yelled at them. She asked: ‘What do you want from my husband and son?’ A bald man with a beard shot her with a machine gun from the neck down. Then they killed my sister, Rasha, with the same gun. She was five years old. Then they shot my brother Nader in the head and in the back. I saw his soul leave his body in front of me.

They shot at me, but the bullet passed me and I wasn’t hit. I was shaking so much I thought they would notice me. I put blood on my face to make them think I’m dead.

What I really want is to do this pregnancy in private. It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it. I do, sometimes. But I want complete control over those conversations: who I talk to about it and when, what direction the dialogue takes. In our society, pregnant women are public property. Non-pregnant women are fast becoming public property, too. I’m not interested in being part of that. It’s making me want to wall myself off completely until I’m not pregnant anymore. Maybe even longer if politics keep moving the direction they are.

On Pregnancy And Privacy And Fear 

*Not just women, but this was an incredible article.

(via becauseiamawoman)

This is one of the best articles I have ever read. I’ve actually almost never read something that moved me on such a basic level ever before. This is so spot on it hurts.

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This storm. It needs more cuddles.

Many men who harass women say their intent is to compliment them, but why do they usually not “compliment” women who are accompanied by other men and often only do it when a woman is alone? Why do they tend to object to other men “complimenting” their female significant other (if applicable), female friends, or female family members? Why do some men grow hostile and violent when women do not thank them and act flattered? Why do they feel compelled to compliment women at all? Rarely are they expecting a date. Many times they do not even wait to see a woman’s reaction as they fly by in their car or as they turn to start harassing the next woman. They are doing it to exert their power, to entertain their friends, to relieve boredom, or do demonstrate that they can evaluate a complete stranger to her face, just because she is a woman.

Stop Street Harassment: Holly Kearl (via completelymoribund)

The thing that so many men need to understand is that women do not consider it a compliment when they are being harassed on the street. Women usually feel either embarrassed or terrified or a combination of the two. So stop fucking doing it.

(via sexytypewriter)

it’s so telling that men tend to do this when they’re in a group of other men. and i’ve never had it happen when i’m hanging out with dudes, especially not when i’m with my ginormous dad (most men don’t give a fuck about harassing me if i’m with my mom who is as small as i am). so if it isn’t sexual, or threatening, and you just want to ~make me smile~ then why can you only do it when i’m perceived as vulnerable?

(via hyper—ballad)

I would add that it rarely happens or when I am around men who know that I am dating someone at that time. Many men (certainly not all) are willing to lay off if they perceive that you are “owned” - otherwise, you’re public property, and they’re free to treat you however they like. Any competition that erupts is less to flatter the woman than to establish temporary rights to her, even if they must degrade her to do so.

(via desliz)

that or the nature of the so-called compliments will change if youre w a man. they will go from a respectful “you look beautiful this evening” when youre w a dude to some vulgar shit about your pussy, if youre alone. because youre not worthy of respect as just a woman.

(via baddominicana)

My sister got a flat tire in the freeway yesterday. She had nine cars roll down their window and yell how good she looked and how great her ass was, but not a single car stopped to help her.

Thanks for the compliments, you pieces of crap.

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duessa:

You know what’s fun? When someone comes up to you while you’re rolling around and sugars up their voice like they’re talking to a five-year-old to say “You’re moving so well with that!” Or when someone says “Wow, you’re an inspiration! If I were you, I would have killed myself!” Or “oh look at her! She’s so happy even though she’s just a cripple. I guess my day isn’t so bad!”

That’s why inspiration porn is problematic. Because it reduces a disabled person’s worth down to how well they can go above and beyond a normal person. If not, then you’re treated as useless. Do you know how often I read an article saying that someone who can’t move around or can’t work isn’t worth shit, shouldn’t be helped, and would be better off dead so as to benefit the rest of the country?

So yeah, don’t be surprised if you hear a disabled person loathe that stupid fucking “The only disability is a bad attitude!” Because trust me, they’ve heard that so many times. I’m still told that if I were just a bit happier, I would get magically better!

(via thisgingersnapsback)

Miami police shoot, kill naked man who was eating victim's face on highway - MiamiHerald

sonic-hip-attack:

billiethepoet:

proustianrecall:

Cheezus Christ, this had better not be the zombie apocalypse. Miami people, please be safe.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL. IMPLEMENT ZOMBIE SURVIVAL PLAN. 

So much for sleeping tonight. This week. Ever again.

(Source: brooklynmutt, via ladyatheist)

Pro-Tip: Free speech does not mean “I can be an asswipe and no one can call me out on it.”

(Source: ladyatheist)

whining

Help one of my students pay for their AP exam! Thank you!!

inothernews:

Fellow Tumblrers — please feel free to help Ray and his students out, if you can!

detroitsomething:

Dear followers, teachers, and the Tumblr #education community,

My name is Ray Stoeser and I am a second year English teacher at Crockett Technical High School in Detroit, MI.  This year I had the amazing opportunity to be the AP Language and Composition instructor for our school.  I work with some of the most amazing students you could meet.  Their hunger, passion, and dedication to their education is truly special.  

At the beginning of the year, the school told me they would be covering the cost of the AP exams.  We are a high poverty school and even the reduced $57 fee per exam is hefty for some of our students’ families.  When the time came to order the exams, I was informed that the school was out of funds and would be unable to pay for the exams.  I was heartbroken.  How was I going to tell my 22 students that they were not going to take the exam for which they had worked so hard to prepare?  

I couldn’t.  

With less than 24 hours before we had to order the exams, I told the administration to order all 22 exams.  College Board wasn’t going to send the bill until mid-June so that gave me some time to find some donations.  

On May 16th the students took their exams and returned to my class excited and confident about their results!

That being said, we still need to pay the bill.  My class and I are accepting donations and/or sponsors for the exams.  I have 22 students and the exams are $57 each.  We would graciously accept any denomination.  Also, if you would like to pick one of the 22 students and sponsor their individual exam with a $57 donation that student would be happy to send you a personalized “thank you.”

Here are some of the students you would be helping!

To donate please click here.

Class Roster

  • Demetria
  • Charles
  • Davina
  • Tyquan
  • Derek
  • Andrea
  • Curtia
  • Paula
  • Dakharia
  • Khalid
  • Khalil
  • Leon
  • Desmond
  • Taja
  • Equan
  • Ariel
  • Shayla
  • Capri
  • Deshont’A
  • Tara
  • D’Nika
  • Mack

Thank you for helping these students take one step closer to college!!!

If you have any questions and/or concerns, please do not hesitate to reach out to me.

raymond.stoeser@detroitk12.org

raystoeser@gmail.com

To donate please click here.

I love love love taking care of these kittens but oh my dog it is exhausting. guh.