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A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.

This is why we need feminism.

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"but men get raped too-"


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can we not make a boy’s rape an opportunity to score cheap points against MRAs and erase the ways feminists are assholes to male survivors thank u 

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I fucking loved Guardians Of The Galaxy balls out grungy space opera it reminded me most strongly of the films of Edger Wright, Red Dwarf and Ghostbusters if you enjoy those things chances are you will also love it GOTG as well.

I really think I enjoyed it more than the Avengers and that’s saying something because I fucking love the Avengers. Director James Gunn has packed every scene of the film with so much depth, humour and heart it has such an upbeat energy to it positivity infectious.

It also proves you can have a film with a gritty atmosphere and not make it completely fucking miserable the spot on casting really helps matters. God who doesn’t want Drax The Destroyer to be there best friend.

While we thrill to these charters the film takes great care into showing us just how damaged they are as well and all in the space of a single tightly packed movie  these aren’t invincible space heroes these are characters that life has dealt a bad hand to that have found a kinship with each other.The Avengers maybe a team but the Guardians are a family.That’s how I look at it anyway.

Also yeah the sound track is totally kick ass.

What I want to see from the squeal

First and fro most MORE NEBULA Karen Gillan fucking rocked it seriously there can’t be many people left who aren’t convinced she’s going to be huge.

More Glen Close as Nova Prime she’s not in it very long but my god she completely owns every scene she’s in.






A look into the experiences of bisexual women who happened to fall in love with men

Graphics by Chris Ritter

Reblogging this again because it’s so important.

This is relevant

this article was so wonderful to read

“I have avoided telling my queer friends that I am in a relationship with a man. It’s like coming out all over again and I’ve experienced resistance against it. It feels like you are mistrusted, that people think you have actively chosen to take the route of most privilege without considering the ways in which you are now held at the margins by the community you most identify with. […] Even with friends, I’ve faced microaggressions in the form of jokes: ‘How does straightness feel?’”

Omg. Omg. Yes, yes, yes. Queer women being treated as if they are straight or, even worse, internalizing the belief that they have become straight because they’ve chosen a monogamous relationship with a man. Bisexual women opting out of queer community because they feel like they don’t belong, won’t be welcomed, are intruding with their “straight privilege”, etc. It’s so common and it breaks my heart every time I see it. 

Being a queer woman in a relationship with a man is very different from being a straight woman in a relationship with a man. Queer people in “opposite sex” relationships need support from other queers. I need support from other queers who are in “opposite sex” relationships. And every time I watch someone re-closet herself because she’s been told her marriage makes her straight, I feel a little bit more lonely and desperate.

It’s actually one of the most surprising and sad things I’ve noticed about moving to the Midwest. I was worried that I would have to be more closeted here because it’s so much more conservative than most other places I’ve lived. And I have. But what I’ve found myself being more closeted about is not my queerness but specifically my bisexuality. 

A lot of people here can tell I’m queer by looking at me. Much moreso than I’m used to — probably because my soft!butch-tomboy-Doc-Marten’s-and-no-makeup presentation is less acceptable for straight women here in the Bible Belt than it was in sporty Boulder, CO. Most strangers I interact with just assume my partner is a “she.”

…And, in a surprising and lovely turn of events, many of those strangers have been kindly older lesbians. And friendly young gay boys. The tightknit LG community here has been super welcoming. I’ve been invited to concerts, organic gardening weekends, karaoke. I’ve been supported through my breakup (“she shouldn’t have done that to you!”), introduced to friends and partners, told funny stories about how heteros do the darndest things, and repeatedly encouraged that “things are changing here; it’s getting better!”

And I’m so afraid to pop their bubble, their assumption that I’m the new gay girl in town. Because if I lose that support system, it’s not like I can turn to the “straight community” instead. I’m a fuckin’ queer. 

It’s awkward enough interrupting supportive comments about my breakup to correct peoples’ pronouns. (“Oh, well actually, it’s ‘they’. ‘They.’ Yeah. Not ‘she.’ No, like, plural…except for one person. My ex is transgender, so they use a gender neutral-. But yeah, they’re still a jerk. Thanks.”) Forget explaining that the “friend” who’s staying with me is also a lover — and that they also go by ‘they’ even though they’re not transgender. Fuck it. We’ve just been playing the, “He’s my gay best friend. He came out to help me move. Yeah, he’s a sweetheart,” card.

Me and my bisexual anxiety. I’ve spent my whole life feeling invisible and struggling to be as out and queer as possible. Now, suddenly, I find myself being read as queer without having to fight for it — and instead I’m getting erased in the other direction. There’s gotta be a reaction gif for this.

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