“We let Willow cut her hair. When you have a little girl, it’s like how can you teach her that you’re in control of her body? If I teach her that I’m in charge of whether or not she can touch her hair, she’s going to replace me with some other man when she goes out in the world. She can’t cut my hair but that’s her hair. She has got to have command of her body. So when she goes out into the world, she’s going out with a command that it is hers. She is used to making those decisions herself. We try to keep giving them those decisions until they can hold the full weight of their lives.” —
(On why he let Willow cut all of her hair off)
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anyone else on tumblr have a sitting disability? or can you connect me with a friend who does? how do you cope / deal with daily life stuff? message me?
(my doctor says i shouldn’t sit for more than half an hour at most, and i generally can’t manage more than 5 minutes or so lately. i’m hoping i can find ways to deal with my pain and get it to a manageable place because the prospect of travelling using a wheelbench in the future is really …mindblowing? scary? i’ve never even met anyone else with a sitting disability and this is all i can find online, which doesn’t make me too hopeful.)
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A mysterious plague has killed every man on earth except Yorick Brown, who was somehow spared. That is the provocative premise of the comics series whose first five issues make up this book. The sole Y-chromosomed survivor is an amiable, headstrong young man, the son of a U.S. congresswoman and, as it happens, an amateur escape artist. He spends most of the story on the run from a tribe of self-styled Amazons bent on eliminating the last vestige of patriarchy. He is also trying, with a bioengineer who may be responsible for the worldwide “gendercide,” to figure out why he survived; hoping to reach his girlfriend in Australia; and, of course, contemplating the repopulation of the planet. Rather pedestrian artwork doesn’t do much to liven the story, though its straightforwardness imparts deadpan believability to such ramifications as the female secretary of agriculture ascending to the presidency. Fast-paced anyway, the yarn introduces a large number of intriguing characters and plotlines as it lays the groundwork for what promises to be a compelling series.
Y: THE LAST MAN
ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT | NINE | TEN
NOTE: You need a comic book reader for these; CDisplay for PC or ComicBookLover for Mac.
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I took the bait, because I wanted to prove to this internet that I am not, in fact, gay. Little did I know the horrible arcana of the world that would be revealed to me:
Our world and the things in it are governed by laws and numbers that the uninitiated cannot see. After taking this free internet offer I now see the world how it is: a colorless paint-by-numbers schematic, where all things are empty, their margins delineated by the network of causal relationships, a mesh of wants, desires, and weakness that make up the world and govern all human interaction.
This knowledge is a curse. It has robbed me of the innocent fantasies of truth, beauty, and love which were instilled in me by my parents, academia, museums, poetry, and pornography. Now I walk through this barren world, alienated, even the heartbeat in my chest throwing lines of data onto the empty armatures around me. Sure, after taking this free offer I now know the specific hand gestures, finger positions, magic words, and manners of dress and posture to make anyone sleep with me against their better judgement. But there is no solace in the touch of others when you can see into the depths of their eyes and hearts, and all that is in there are lines on graph paper.
It’s not all bad though. See this leather jacket? I got it for free at the Salvation Army. It was supposed to be eighty bucks but I threw up some hand signs at the cashier, put it on, and walked out without paying. Same goes for this scarf.
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so good! some context.
KEEP IT UP QUEBEC. YOU CAN DO IT. ALL MY LOVE.
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I really need to own this raincoat
caitlin WHO DESIGNED THIS beautiful monstrous thing
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someone came to my post titled “handler beliefs affect scent detection outcomes” by googling “handler beliefs do not affect police dog detection outcomes”. I know this only because of statcounter and have never spoken to them.
I wish every argument I have could happen like this; no muss, no fuss.
“I feel like the male/female divide is one that should be relatively minor in a community that defies traditional views of sexuality, gender identity and gender expression in so many other ways.” —
I HATE YOU, melbourne uni queer collective
so much
someone once gave me a postcard with this image and said,
“there. this looks like you”
Aboriginal owners home after 14-year native title battle -
ABORIGINAL elders have returned to the ruins of their childhood homes at an abandoned mission in remote South Australia to end a 14-year native title battle over a vast area incorporating Lake Eyre.
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