villiljosphotography:

anotherfeminist:

ohwhatprovidence:

For my sexuality and sexual constructions class, I decided to tackle one of my favorite things in the entire world: menstruation. I think there are very, very few things that embody the concept of social construction like the shame, fear, and disgust that surrounds menstruation, particularly in the US.

I’m really fascinated in particular by the fear of leaking, and the idea of creating images like this wouldn’t leave my alone. I’m so happy with it.

Menstruation is associated as disgusting and shameful in Mexico, too. I remember some friends in high school who took their backpack to the bathroom just so no one could see them taking out their pads because they felt it was something that should be hidden.

I guess it’s perceived like that in many parts of the world.

These pictures are beautiful! 

Yes!

(Reblogged from seejennplay)

Sexuality & Power.

At this point the one little explaining line on this blog is “Awakening to my sexuality.” It occurs to me that I can’t clearly see what the word “sexuality” means. It can mean preferring same or similar sex organs to the ones a person has or different ones, as in someone who is “homosexual” or “heterosexual.”

But this is a very reduced sense of it in my view.

Yes, I am seeking out penises, or yes, I’m seeking out vaginas doesn’t really cover what I’m interested in.

Sexuality is about being physically open in the world. Sexuality has something to do with one’s capacity to feel.

And I think that when someone is sexually open and sharing sexually with themselves and/or others it helps with how this person is engaging with the world—more fully engaged, the cells of the body are awake and perceiving.

I am in pursuit of my sexuality because I believe it to be important. I believe that it can help support who I am even apart from sex acts themselves.

People who are choosing to be sexually open are powerful.

The scariest thing to be is myself.

I’m feeling shame. It permeates my being. I almost can’t deal, but I’m actually pretty sure I can. I seem to be breaking my taboos and living it and as I’m doing that I break others taboos, too. I’m not totally sure how the me I am now forced to see (because I’m actually living myself…)can find an expression in this world. I’m afraid that they (the entity of myself) will not have a place here. It’s funny because I remember thinking something similar after my college graduation. After college I went into assimilation mode. My cloaking mechanism was always “on”. I thought that was the way to survive, and now I know that is no survival at all.

I can’t keep hiding. It is no longer relevant. I am going to care for myself, and I will be okay. Or I won’t be. It seems that the scariest thing to be is myself.

If you’re a feminist who understands the (apparently not) radical concept that women can have penises and men can have vaginas (and that there are people with either or both of those who may very well identify as neither a man nor a woman), would you mind reblogging this? I could really use a little faith in humanity being restored right about now.

(Source: coffeeandfisting)

(Reblogged from vaginadialogue)

cherry-burlesque:

things that aren’t funny

  • rape jokes

things that have never been funny

  • rape jokes

things that will never be funny

  • rape jokes

(Source: homeostaticcherry)

(Reblogged from thenewwomensmovement)

Reflections on the Vibrator.

I actually get off better/quicker by my own hand, but I liked how my bottom felt so alive this morning. Vibrations are good for promoting circulation and so on… My body is just not accustomed to that robot-style stimulation, but it was okay.

(in)visibly queer: a reminder to myself, survival as resistance

invisiblyqueer:

i’m writing this to remind myself of something i believe to be true. i’m writing this because in this moment it’s what i need to hear. i’m writing this because sometimes shit gets hard and sometimes i need to remember. i’m writing this because if i feel it so strongly so often, maybe someone else…

(Reblogged from invisiblyqueer)

“If you are a woman. If you are a Person of Colour. If you are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, if you’re a person of size, if you’re a person of intelligence, if you’re a person of integrity, then you are considered a minority in this world. And it’s gonna be really hard to find messages of self-love, and support anywhere, especially women’s and gay men’s culture. It’s all about how you have to look a certain way or else you’re worthless. You know when you look in the mirror, and you think, ‘Ugh, I’m so fat, I’m so old, I’m so ugly’, don’t you know that’s not your authentic self, but that is billions upon billions of dollars of advertising, magazines, movies, billboards, all geared to make you feel shitty about yourself so that you will take your hard-earned money and spend it on some turnaround cream that doesn’t turnaround shit.

When you don’t have self-esteem, you will hesitate before you do anything in your life. You will hesitate to go for the job you really wanna go for. You will hesitate to ask for a raise. You will hesitate to report a rape. You will hesitate to defend yourself when you are discriminated against because of your race, your sexuality, your size, your gender. You will hesitate to vote. You will hesitate to dream. 

For us to have self-esteem is truly an act of revolution. And our revolution is long-overdue.”

Inspirational Women I Love —> Margaret Cho

…to have self-esteem is truly an act of revolution.

(Reblogged from thenewwomensmovement)

No conclusions, only starting places…

Yesterday I got waxed, and I like how my revealed lady-parts are super-soft. I like it. Not for anyone else, just now…

I love coming out to myself as a sexual person, and really have no idea about exactly where this is going…

My RSVP was warmly received and answered for the sex toy party, and I plan on going. I’d like to pick up something for my vagina…

I went to my first burlesque show last night. Some of it resonated with me, and some of it was cheesy. I was a little bored for much of the first half, which I sat through because I was there to see a friend’s performance. Her performance at the end of the show was really good, but tamer and with brighter colors than I’ve seen her do at queer shows…

No conclusions, only starting places…

Burlesque, Toys, nipples…

I’m going to my first official burlesque performance tonight… RSVPed to a sex toy party… And my nipples are sore…

Doing good.