-sexing it up in a photography darkroom
-drinking games with sexy ladies while watching LOTR trilogy
-rolling around on the floor in my underwear and skirt
-being a drunk dumbass
-falling asleep on the floor, waking up to text inappropriate things to sexy people, crawl to bed to fall asleep
-wake up three hours later and go to work
-came home and sat with my head in a cup of salted water for my piercing
if i want to, i do. if i don’t want to, i don’t. if i am more in the mood for some awkward clothes on humping, i go for that. if someone wants to bring their willy out and put it near my face, i can be enthusiastic and all for it. there is nothing wrong with having sex with someone on the first date if that’s what you want to do, and there is nothing wrong with waiting either. but let me just use this opportunity to remind ya’ll that whenever you want to have sex with someone, IT’S OKAY. you are not a slut or a prude or irresponsible or trashy or stuck up or boring because of how many bases you’re willing to run: you are merely a person who is exerting control over their sexuality, and that’s awesome.
10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR
This person is pretty much the coolest.
Life can be butts all the time, and I’m glad I can help reduce the buttsyness by even a micro-butt.
“So it’s a boy, right?” a neighbour calls out as Kathy Witterick walks by, her four month old baby, Storm, strapped to her chest in a carrier.
Each week the woman asks the same question about the baby with the squishy cheeks and feathery blond hair.
Witterick smiles, opens her arms wide, comments on the sunny spring day, and keeps walking.
She’s used to it. The neighbours know Witterick and her husband, David Stocker, are raising a genderless baby. But they don’t pretend to understand it.
While there’s nothing ambiguous about Storm’s genitalia, they aren’t telling anyone whether their third child is a boy or a girl.
The only people who know are Storm’s brothers, Jazz, 5, and Kio, 2, a close family friend and the two midwives who helped deliver the baby in a birthing pool at their Toronto home on New Year’s Day.
“When the baby comes out, even the people who love you the most and know you so intimately, the first question they ask is, ‘Is it a girl or a boy?’” says Witterick, bouncing Storm, dressed in a red-fleece jumper, on her lap at the kitchen table.
“If you really want to get to know someone, you don’t ask what’s between their legs,” says Stocker.
When Storm was born, the couple sent an email to friends and family: “We’ve decided not to share Storm’s sex for now — a tribute to freedom and choice in place of limitation, a stand up to what the world could become in Storm’s lifetime (a more progressive place? …).”
Their announcement was met with stony silence. Then the deluge of criticisms began. Not just about Storm, but about how they were parenting their other two children.
The grandparents were supportive, but resented explaining the gender-free baby to friends and co-workers. They worried the children would be ridiculed. Friends said they were imposing their political and ideological values on a newborn. Most of all, people said they were setting their kids up for a life of bullying in a world that can be cruel to outsiders.
Witterick and Stocker believe they are giving their children the freedom to choose who they want to be, unconstrained by social norms about males and females. Some say their choice is alienating.
In an age where helicopter parents hover nervously over their kids micromanaging their lives, and tiger moms ferociously push their progeny to get into Harvard, Stocker, 39, and Witterick, 38, believe kids can make meaningful decisions for themselves from a very early age.
“What we noticed is that parents make so many choices for their children. It’s obnoxious,” says Stocker.
Jazz and Kio have picked out their own clothes in the boys and girls sections of stores since they were 18 months old. Just this week, Jazz unearthed a pink dress at Value Village, which he loves because it “really poofs out at the bottom. It feels so nice.” The boys decide whether to cut their hair or let it grow.
Like all mothers and fathers, Witterick and Stocker struggle with parenting decisions. The boys are encouraged to challenge how they’re expected to look and act based on their sex.
“We thought that if we delayed sharing that information, in this case hopefully, we might knock off a couple million of those messages by the time that Storm decides Storm would like to share,” says Witterick.
They don’t want to isolate their kids from the world, but, when it’s meaningful, talk about gender.
This past winter, the family took a vacation to Cuba with Witterick’s parents. Since they weren’t fluent in Spanish, they flipped a coin at the airport to decide what to tell people. It landed on heads, so for the next week, everyone who asked was told Storm was a boy. The language changed immediately. “What a big, strong boy,” people said.
The moment a child’s sex is announced, so begins the parade of pink and barrage of blue. Tutus and toy trucks aren’t far behind. The couple says it only intensifies with age.
“In fact, in not telling the gender of my precious baby, I am saying to the world, ‘Please can you just let Storm discover for him/herself what s (he) wants to be?!.” Witterick writes in an email.
Continue reading at ParentCentral
omg i got into an argument with someone about this last year bc I was saying how AWESOME it was and she was like ‘wtf everyone will think the kid is a freak’ but this is srsly kickass.
I love how people think that the parents are imposing their political ideologies on the child without reflecting on the ways in which normative gendered sets of behaviours are ideological impositions as well. I’ve always thought about the possibility of having children and how I would allow them to make autonomous choices at such a young age. Interesting article.
you know what really annoys me? a lot of things. but today what annoys me is that i am expected to wear thongs with tight pants to avoid panty lines because those are “not cute.” no. no. i deserve to wear my bikini cut underwear and be comfortable and enjoy my life and if you do not like the fact that i have panty lines which are basically just media created monsters that don’t actually look unattractive and you just think they are because people want you to buy shit it is a fact that you have issues and i am fine so leave me alone okay.
i will always remember in seventh grade when this girl came up to me and was like “um, you have like, major panty lines” and i was all “um, you are not as impressive as you think you are” and then i wiggled my unibrow at her and took over the world
I don’t understand the whole “oh no panty lines~” thing. People feel the need to tell me they can see my underpants a little bit through my pants.
Yeah, sometimes you can see a faint outline of my underwear through my pants.
What did you think I was wearing down there?
Did you know that many people wear underwear sometimes? I don’t get why it’s a big deal. If you don’t like it, stop looking at my butt.
this this this. over and over.
- Me: MENSTRUATION
- Him: What.
- Me: ovaries and stuff.
- ONCE A MONTH.
- OVARIES ARE ALL LIKE
- HEY. BITCH. WHY ARE YOU NOT HAVING BABIES
- And then the uterus is all FUCK YOU YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME
- FUCK YOU I AM GETTING RID OF EVERYTHING HERE, YOU CAN JUST SUCK IT
- And then the ovaries are all WHATEVER YOU CAN'T STOP ME
- But then the uterus is all WHATEVER YOU CAN'T DO SHIT RIGHT NOW THERE ARE NO BABIES AND I AM JUST GONNA FUCK SHIT UP IN HERE
- But then it only lasts for about a week.
- And that is menstruation.
- Him: oh my god...
- I fucking love you.
Especially when they’re a surprise and you keep finding them in places.
“For girls nowadays, it’s OK to play with boys’ toys, dress like boys, talk like them — it’s often encouraged,” said Isabelle Cherney, a Creighton University psychologist. “Boys have to walk a much finer line, and their fathers tend to be more stereotyped, telling them not to deviate from what’s typically seen as masculine.”
For little girls and their parents, there’s ample room to maneuver. Ultra-feminine toys and activities abound, along with an ever-growing range of “tomboy” sports options and other pursuits that in the past were mostly the domain of boys.
“The norms of femininity have expanded much more than the norms for masculinity — a lot more androgyny is allowed for girls,” said Judith Stacey, a professor of social and cultural analysis at New York University.
“With boys, it’s not seen as OK to wear skirts, play with princesses’ wands,” she said. “There’s still a lot of anxiety about being sufficiently masculine.”
The trends are reflected in career aspirations. Women now make up close to half the enrollment in U.S. law and medical schools, up from less than 25 percent a few decades ago, yet men continue to shun nursing as a career, comprising only about 8 percent of registered nurses.
brb from life guys. I’mma go live in a book for a while.
Every store I go to has shitty ass garters that can’t even hold up stockings, priced at a stupid fifty bucks.
Fuck that noise.
I want some nice ass garter belts and stockings.
While I’m looking into Slut Walk…
Slutwalk co-founder, Sonya JF Barnett, wrote in her blog post entitled: “Being a Slut and Getting Pissed Off” that she would “label [herself] a ‘slut’ before a ‘feminist”; embracing ‘slut’ because she enjoys sex, but rejecting ‘feminist’ because of the “reputation of ‘man-hating, hairy-legged, birkenstock-wearing’ descriptions that appeared around the term”. Ok….So why not have a feminist walk? Why walk for a term that, clearly, while some want to ‘reclaim’, many others feel triggered and shamed by. ‘Slut’ is not a word that we invented, that was taken away from us. ‘Feminism’, on the other hand, means something. It is a word and movement that women created and it is a word that patriarchy works very hard to take away from us. Why not work to keep it? Why not, instead of perpetuating the stereotypes, proudly call ourselves ‘feminist’? We already have a word that describes women who support consensual sex, equality, and the end of patriarchal oppression. Why are we comfortable to call one another, and allow men to call us ‘sluts’, but then reject ‘feminism’? Could it have something to do with the fact that men and mainstream culture are much more likely to accept and support us if we label ourselves sluts and parade around in bras? Whereas if we actually, as Gail Dines points out on The Agenda, ‘put the focus on men’, name men as the primary perpetrators of sexual assault against women, name patriarchy as the foundation of rape culture and victim blaming, and then name feminism as the movement which works to combat this, well, some men probably aren’t going to like us anymore. It is possible that, were we to do this, some men, men who do not wish for this kind of thing to be pointed out (excluding male feminists and allies, who are arm in arm with us, pointing these things out themselves), will not want to come on our walk with us. They may not want to photograph us, they may not want to come onto our Facebook pages and yell: “I love feminists!’ as much as they like to yell: ‘I love sluts!’.
been finding the feminist critiques that are anti-slutwalk to be very interesting…
yeah, wow. that sounds very much like “reclaim slut! because we looooove men and we looooove sex! but we can’t reclaim feminist! because we looooove men!” MEN MEN MEN WHAT PLEASES MEN LET’S DO THAT.
One of the co-founders would rather reclaim “slut” than “feminist”? What is air?!
and what’s wrong with hairy legs?!
Very very interesting critique. Nice to see some thought and research.
Raises some good points to look over. ~thoughts and thoughts~
Bell Hooks, Feminism is for Everybody, page 1 (via bearbearpdx)
YES. This definitely relates to the conversation yesterday about the mythical existence of “radical man-hating feminazis.”