“Pairing men with femininity is seen as like an insult, like you’re lowering yourself. Yet women doing masculinity - not an insult to women. I think it’s safe to say that there might even be some fear of the feminine. I’ve heard this phenomenon referred to in some circles as femmephobia. So this aversion to the feminine in marketing and products is one of the outcomes of femmephobia. Another outcome is that anytime someone who is perceived as a man is aligning with anything feminine-y - it is perceived as a direct threat to Mr. Manly Man’s masculinity. You can be aggressive, you can be intolerant, you can be hateful; but don’t dare wear a dress. Or so comes, ‘you’re a fag,’ ‘you’re a pussy,’ and the violence.” - Laci Green
(Source: meredithz, via seriouslyamerica)
i reserve the right to dress however the fuck i want.
(Source: lostintheparadise, via blck-grrl)
The Pervocracy: My boobs want to be free. (via sexisnottheenemy)
These laws (and accompanying social norms) become even more ridiculous when you think about the fact that there are men who, for whatever reason, have incredibly large chests and faab people (like myself) who have almost no chest, and yet it’s legal (and socially acceptable) for him to be topless and not me. Why? It’s by virtue of the fact that he (presumably) has a penis in his pants and I have a “vagina” in mine. Even though neither of us wants to go around town bottomless it’s still the determining factor and it effectively genders the tissue on my chest no matter what it actually looks like.
Also, notice the cissexism inherent in these laws. What exactly is a “male chest” or a “female chest.” And what happens to trans* people in the grey area of transition or partial transition who have had top surgery (adding or removing tissue) but their id markers don’t necessarily match?
Honestly, ridiculous is the only word to describe such laws.
(via zemonstashaus)
^^^ yes to this commentary.
(via inherhipstheresrevolutions)| Mr. Darcy: | hey, I just met you |
| Mr. Darcy: | and this this crazy |
| Mr. Darcy: | but I'm going to act coldly distant to you for a long time, , then awkwardly admit my undying love to you and save you from liking a horrible liar and gambler, then propose to you, telling you I love you not for your beauty but for your mind. |
| Mr. Darcy: | so call me maybe. |