Exploring a labyrinth of thought. Drawings, poetry, and goodies as my heart goes bang bang.
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When I hear some one call themselves a progressive, I just think that they’re slow to realize all the bullshit of society.
It’s really saddening to see racist, misogynistic atheists. I just think they could have taken a more humanistic approach to their belief system. They could point out the flaws in Christianity, but not in patriarchy or racism because they benefit from both.
It’s frustrating to see how people only stick to their own kind, understandable, I still think there’s a form of self-harm there.
I’ve been feeling angry/frustrated about my identity as a woman. I don’t care about presenting femme. Yet it is the most defeating when I think about if I am enough of a woman in the presence of other cis women. Cis men’s opinion’s, I do not care about. Validation is a sticky emotional plain when it comes to the topic of gender identity. It should be enough when I say I’m a woman. I don’t need anything. I sure as hell don’t need policing and prodding of what I should and should not do.
I think of San and Nausicaa from the Ghibli films when I think of a womanhood I want to embody. Both have nothing to do with being subjected to men.
I need clarification, when you ask “How are you?” To what depth are you willing to emotionally invest in this question, or are you just trying to be nice. This isn’t a polite question to ask if there is no sincerity or actual interest in it. I would argue being polite is respecting boundaries.
5/28 pages into volume 3 of Offtrack. It’ll take me another month to finish it at this rate but I’m putting a lot more effort and thought into it!
sometimes I have to wonder how much people try to make other people’s problems their own.