|Patriarchy:||Well you're probably ugly then|
|Patriarchy:||You mean unattractive right?|
|Woman:||I have all these incredible accomplishments|
|Patriarchy:||Yeah but look how ugly you looked doing them|
|Woman:||I have value|
|Patriarchy:||Not if you're ugly lol|
|Woman:||I'm conventionally-attractive & posted selfies on my blog|
|Patriarchy:||I'm so sick of these empty-headed chicks only caring about their looks. Just because you are attractive and get attention from men doesn't mean you are special or deserve respect. Why don't you read a book or do something productive with your life you dumb slut|
But to me there’s nothing negative about being a slut. Sluts are FUN! Sluts do whatever they want, whenever they want, and they don’t regret anything. Sluts dive as voraciously into sex as they do their other many passions. Sluts like their own bodies, and other people’s too. Sluts are enthusiastic! Sluts will do a lot for a good story.
Sluts are confident and have great shoes. Sluts are pretty. Sluts find something to love about all different kinds of people. Sluts are brave. Sluts laugh a lot. Sluts challenge gender roles. Sluts are fearless. Sluts love adventure! Sluts will try new things without worrying about looking stupid. Sluts high-five after sex.” Yep, I’m a Slut (via socialinertia)
love in all its strangeness
Music will allow me to write these stories, to find pulse amongst the monotony and chaos. If that makes any sense at all. Pay no mind. I feel we all look for love, in whatever its forms. We do not live solely for this, but it makes us feel whole, makes us feel the relief after the storm is finally over. Makes us remember the sweetness of existence, of the small bits that leave you smiling in the morning, assuming at least that you remember it. An acknowledgement from the outside world that you are a person, you and your thoughts and toes exist in this vast universe of insanity and perpetual misunderstanding. But what do we do without it? How do we accomplish these things on our own? Well, there are a few options. One being to marry your high school sweetheart and drown yourself in family life, pursuing the necessities of the American dream until you die or snap on your neighbors in fits of misdirected hedge-slicing, mail-stealing rage. Or we suffer. We suffer without, with patience and noble anxiety. This takes dedication and elegance. In order not to go all under, one must remind themselves of this worth and of the various activities that are enjoyable aside from that addictive all consuming sport of heart. But be wary of families for comfort they may provide but happiness they may deprive. But yet there is more. To find love in another way, to reach beyond traditions so quickly fading as the papers that once held their commitments, to an “unconventional” agreement between people. Individuals. A union of minds and hearts beyond these papal definitions where love is boundless, unrestricted and true. Shed of expectation and chains, where true love belongs.
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