(via imdonatingmybodytosciencefiction)

Men’s Issues 

littlespacecase:

• Societal expectations of masculinity
• Societal expectations to provide for women
• No long term reversible male birth control
• Men who are raped are more likely to remain silent and be dismissed or outright laughed at 
• Unfair treatment in child custody battles
• No support for male victims of domestic abuse
• Media portrayal of married men as weak morons

Not men’s issues

• The friend zone
• Women not dating you
• “Fucking femnazis”

(via victoryxx)

adtothebone:

I found my grail.

YOU CAN BUY THIS IN EVIL EYE I SEE IT EVERYTIME I WALK PAST YET I’M TOO LAZY TO GO IN AND ACTUALLY BUY IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

thegoddamazon:

dykebrigade:

lesleypowers:

I’ve seen a lot of this on Tumblr lately, so this is for all of you (including me) who want to run around in jean shorts all summer but feel like you can’t because of some intangible socially conscribed idea of what bare legs are ‘supposed’ to look like. 

(Of course, some people have their own perfectly good reasons for wanting to cover up, and that’s just as fine).

Rocking shorts and skirts this summer.

Showing off my tattoos and stubble and scars.

Fuck em.

Yeah I only have two pairs of shorts, now. I gave away my short shorts because I thought…well…yeah. ._.

See it’s just so right that you should wear whatever you want on your legs regardless of what they look like, but I still fear the attention I’d get if I went out bare-legged and unshaved. I don’t care about anyone noticing my cellulite or stretch marks. But I wish I was more brave and confident and badass and could just shout fuck off to anyone who stared/said things about that girl with hairy hairy legs. But then I don’t feel like shaving so it’s jeans/tights/leggings all year round until I wake up into a world where nobody pays attention to what a person’s legs look like. Society wins again and I am angry.

If I could put this picture through the doors of everyone in the world who has a door though…

(via victoryxx)

OH MY GOD FATHER TED WHEN THEY’RE IN THE CAVE IS ON THAT’S INSANE I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT IT YESTERDAY I AM SO HAPPY I LOVE FATHER FURLONG SINGING BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY.

Ok, make that one. Thanks to fly spray and the bottom of dickhead housemate’s shoe.

One of them tried to crawl out of the room under the door but I chased it. It was very dramatic.

From where I’m sat I can count six moths in the room and I don’t know where they’re coming from but I’m angry.

YES OH MY GOD YES.

Ok right I have until Friday afternoon to do 3 essays at 1000 - 1200 words each and one is about gender and that’s easy, I’m going to write about how Geena Davis’ character in this action film that I’ve forgotten what it’s called is NOT empowering, and one’s about Indie film which I’ve sort of researched a little and written about a little, and the other one is about Quality TV which I know nothing about except what I learnt in the lecture forever ago so I have to research that pretty much from scratch BUT if I go to the library when I can be arsed, and start the hardest first, I should be fine.

Ooh, Las Vegas
Ain’t no place for a poor boy like me
Ooh, Las Vegas
Ain’t no place for a poor boy like me
Every time I hit your crystal city you know
You’re gonna make a wreck outta me

Well, the first time I lose I drink whiskey
Second time I lose I drink gin
Third time I lose I drink anything
‘cause I think I’m gonna win