• nice friend person: hey, how've you been?
  • me: capitalism is crushing me. i am barely surviving. i am full of toxic resentment. i want revenge.


I’ve said this before and I’ll point it out again -

Menstruation is caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering estrogen levels and raising testosterone.

Or, to put it more plainly “That time of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis) men are NEVER suited to office.

If you are a dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just think! That is you all of the time.

And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis) women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should ever be allowed to hold office.


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Eat THAT, hormone-snipers!

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Rink’s first celebration of his birthday in his adopted city of San Francisco took place on June 27th, 1969—and was interrupted by a phone call from a friend in Greenwich Village relating the Stonewall riots in real time. After getting caught up in the then-nascent LGBT political movement, Rink turned his focus to the rich fabric of queer social and political life, chronicling San Francisco’s seismic self-transformation into the queerest city in the world in the space of a decade. The great historical value of Rink’s work is the nearly day by day chronicling of that process of transformation, the gradual and occasionally violent birthing of the San Francisco we know today. 

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Anonymous asked:

dear shinji, how can I learn to belong to someone else and still belong to myself? whenever I feel a tender curiosity for a boy, I am afraid that I cannot blossom in freedom, that I am not able to deeply connect with other people, and cannot love every person I meet any longer. do you believe that there is a love that does not limit or bind, but liberates? that gives you space without having to step outside of that love? do you believe it to be possible to rise in love, rather than to fall?


baby you don’t belong to anyone but yourself. letting love in and letting love spill from you, being with another human being – once you look at all this with the eyes of sharing instead of giving away then it remains yours. then you remain yours. we need new language to talk about love, a new language that makes it less heavy, more light. less give and take. more of an even osmosis. make sure everyone knows that you’re your own before you’re anyone else’s. protect your autonomy. I don’t believe in any love that feels as if it doesn’t allow rising. we’re just heat, all of us. just heat and heart. don’t let any boy rob you of your dreams and your freedom. it’s not worth it.



n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.