yalesappho:

Saturday night at my gogo dancing job I learned that although drunk white cishet boys are big and threatening, although their eyes are terrifyingly devoid of humanity, their center of gravity is really high and they have no balance to speak of: all it takes is a tiny push from above to send them tumbling.
This same dude came back twice after I pushed him flat on his ass in front of everyone. He never made eye contact, just stared at me with this vacant, predatory look, then drunkenly tried to climb up onto my platform. Twice. I finally got security to take him out, after I had gotten his friends to take him out (thank you, “slutty” girl in this guy’s group of friends who immediately registered that something was wrong and got her friends who we’re arguing with me that he was “fine there” to take him out. That’s what girl solidarity looks like) and he came back anyway.
I’m really glad that I work at a place where I have carte blanche to use as much force as I deem necessary to protect myself, and where security will take me at my word and eject anyone that I tell them to (if they’re around lol), but seriously every night that I work I get more pessimistic about white heterosexual existence— it honestly looks hellish. And while I don’t really call myself a sex worker, since I don’t have any sexual contact with anyone while I’m working and am actually not even performing *for* them in any way, since I get an hourly wage and am not dancing for tips, I do get up close and personal with what it’s like to be categorized as a whore— the anger and entitlement that my existence arouses in drunk young men, and the disdain and jealously I get from young women (only about half of them, though— the other half LOVE me, and those are the ones I use as buffers to protect myself from the pure misogynistic rage directed at me by their male friends).
Anyway, yeah, just a push from above. I wish I had taken this picture five seconds earlier, when he was flat on his back between the two chairs.

yalesappho:

Saturday night at my gogo dancing job I learned that although drunk white cishet boys are big and threatening, although their eyes are terrifyingly devoid of humanity, their center of gravity is really high and they have no balance to speak of: all it takes is a tiny push from above to send them tumbling.

This same dude came back twice after I pushed him flat on his ass in front of everyone. He never made eye contact, just stared at me with this vacant, predatory look, then drunkenly tried to climb up onto my platform. Twice. I finally got security to take him out, after I had gotten his friends to take him out (thank you, “slutty” girl in this guy’s group of friends who immediately registered that something was wrong and got her friends who we’re arguing with me that he was “fine there” to take him out. That’s what girl solidarity looks like) and he came back anyway.

I’m really glad that I work at a place where I have carte blanche to use as much force as I deem necessary to protect myself, and where security will take me at my word and eject anyone that I tell them to (if they’re around lol), but seriously every night that I work I get more pessimistic about white heterosexual existence— it honestly looks hellish. And while I don’t really call myself a sex worker, since I don’t have any sexual contact with anyone while I’m working and am actually not even performing *for* them in any way, since I get an hourly wage and am not dancing for tips, I do get up close and personal with what it’s like to be categorized as a whore— the anger and entitlement that my existence arouses in drunk young men, and the disdain and jealously I get from young women (only about half of them, though— the other half LOVE me, and those are the ones I use as buffers to protect myself from the pure misogynistic rage directed at me by their male friends).

Anyway, yeah, just a push from above. I wish I had taken this picture five seconds earlier, when he was flat on his back between the two chairs.

womtynofcolor:

i want every frat boy in america to be afraid of me

freakypup:

love poem for myself / collection of things i’m working towards believing, part 1. i made this for my comics project! sorry the scan quality isn’t so great.

(Source: tweecore)

sketchyblondes:

Anybody have a link for that art that was going around awhile ago that was like “I wear bright colors so people know I’m dangerous?” thanks!!

Anybody? I want to cite it in something but I want the artist’s name if I’m going to do that!

ivoryathena:

Badass women of the future:

  1. Malavath Poorna, the youngest person ever to reach Mount Everest’s summit at the age of 13 years, 11 months
  2. Ann Makosinksi, Canadian inventor of a flashlight powered strictly by body heat at age 16

  3. Mo’Ne Davis, first girl to throw a Little League World Series shutout in history, with fastballs reaching speeds of up to 70mph, at age 13

  4. Alia Sabur, youngest university professor in the world, appointed to Konkuk University in South Korea at age 18

  5. Asia Newson, owning and operating a candle sales business alongside her father, is Detroit’s youngest entrepreneur at age 10

  

banji-realness:

Nina Simone | Here Comes the Sun

(Source: ingravinoveritas)

(Source: mrbenwyatt)

onlysatisfied:

watershoes:

sqbr:

[Buffy the Vampire Slayer Faith/Buffy vid to a mashup of “Complicated” and “We are Never Getting Back Together”]

revolutionarygirlshati:

We Are Complicated  (detail at DW | LJ)

"#this sounds like the act 1 finale of a teenage lesbian jukebox musical"
— tumblr user lovecatcadillac

(it does)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO PERFECT! THE NARRATIVE OF THE SONG AND THE STORY OF THEIR LOVE ARE A PERFECT INFINITY SIGN THAT GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS

BUFFY/FAITH 5EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my teenage years in one vid. Except I shipped Faith/Me. 

Anybody have a link for that art that was going around awhile ago that was like “I wear bright colors so people know I’m dangerous?” thanks!!

Come one, come all, and bring your friends along for a potluck brunch fundraiser to support our very favorite in justice-advocating, culture-shifting, feelings-having lezzy media: Autostraddle! As their team says, in the website’s description, “popularity doesn’t equal profit in this industry for indies like us, which’s why we still rely on volunteers and the financial support of our readers to stay standing.” READERS LIKE US! LET’S HELP!
Whether you’re new to the Philly queer scene or a seasoned queer-about-town, join us for the best of all combinations: queers, Autostraddle, and brunch. 100% of the money raised will go towards the website. 100% of the food and drink contributed will go towards us being happy and very full.WHAT IS THE EVENT? This event will do dual duty as both a community meeting-and-greeting space (with food! and cute queers, no doubt) and a fundraiser for Autostraddle. WHAT SHOULD I BRING? Since it’s a potluck, we’re encouraging everyone to bring a dish or drink to share AND $10 to donate. In order to coordinate who is bringing what (so we don’t overlap with our dishes), please email phillyqueerbrunch at gmail. We will then hook you into a Google Doc where people can list what they’ll bring.WHO’S INVITED?All are welcome, but please remember that this space is intended for and will center the experiences of queer and trans women and genderqueer folks.WHAT ARE THE GOALS OF THIS EVENT?In the long term, we’re hoping to turn “Queer Philly Brunch” (open to snazzy, punnier titles, if someone has a good one) into a monthly event where we raise money for various Philly-based and national organizations which support queer and trans women and genderqueer folks. These potluck dinners will provide deliciousness and community, but also a space for us to potentially host discussions and workshops pertinent to our community, soliciting input from everyone as we go.
Not in Philly but interested in hosting your own fundraiser? Email phillyqueerbrunch at gmail and we’ll give you tips on hosting your own! <3

Come one, come all, and bring your friends along for a potluck brunch fundraiser to support our very favorite in justice-advocating, culture-shifting, feelings-having lezzy media: Autostraddle! As their team says, in the website’s description, “popularity doesn’t equal profit in this industry for indies like us, which’s why we still rely on volunteers and the financial support of our readers to stay standing.” READERS LIKE US! LET’S HELP!

Whether you’re new to the Philly queer scene or a seasoned queer-about-town, join us for the best of all combinations: queers, Autostraddle, and brunch. 100% of the money raised will go towards the website. 100% of the food and drink contributed will go towards us being happy and very full.

WHAT IS THE EVENT? 
This event will do dual duty as both a community meeting-and-greeting space (with food! and cute queers, no doubt) and a fundraiser for Autostraddle. 

WHAT SHOULD I BRING? 
Since it’s a potluck, we’re encouraging everyone to bring a dish or drink to share AND $10 to donate. In order to coordinate who is bringing what (so we don’t overlap with our dishes), please email phillyqueerbrunch at gmail. We will then hook you into a Google Doc where people can list what they’ll bring.

WHO’S INVITED?
All are welcome, but please remember that this space is intended for and will center the experiences of queer and trans women and genderqueer folks.

WHAT ARE THE GOALS OF THIS EVENT?
In the long term, we’re hoping to turn “Queer Philly Brunch” (open to snazzy, punnier titles, if someone has a good one) into a monthly event where we raise money for various Philly-based and national organizations which support queer and trans women and genderqueer folks. These potluck dinners will provide deliciousness and community, but also a space for us to potentially host discussions and workshops pertinent to our community, soliciting input from everyone as we go.

Not in Philly but interested in hosting your own fundraiser? Email phillyqueerbrunch at gmail and we’ll give you tips on hosting your own! <3