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rileyav · 1 month
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femsolid · 1 year
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"We still have no name for what happens to women living in a culture that hates them. We are sick people with no disease, given no explanation for our supposedly disconnected symptoms. When you catch a cold or a virus, your body has ways of letting you know that you are sick—you cough, you get a fever, your limbs literally hurt.
But what diagnosis do you give to the shaking hands you get after a stranger whispers “pussy” in your ear on your way to work? What medicine can you take to stop being afraid that the cabdriver is not actually taking you home? And what about those of us who walk through all this without feeling any of it—what does it say about the hoops our brain had to jump through to get to ambivalence? I don’t believe any of us walk away unscathed. 
I do know, though, that a lot of us point and laugh. The strategy of my aunts and mother is now my default reaction when a fifteen-years old on Instagram calls me a cunt or when a grown-up reporter writes something about my tits. Just keep pointing and laughing, rolling your eyes with the hope that someone will finally notice that this is not very funny. Pretending these offenses roll off of our backs is strategic—don’t give them the fucking satisfaction—but it isn’t the truth. You lose something along the way. Mocking the men who hurt us—as mockable as they are—starts to feel like acquiescing to the most condescending of catcalls, You look better when you smile. Because even subversive sarcasm adds a cool-girl nonchalance, an updated, sharper version of the expectation that women be forever pleasant, even as we’re eating shit. This sort of posturing is a performance that requires strength I do not have anymore. Rolling with the punches and giving as good as we’re getting requires that we subsume our pain under a veneer of I don’t give a shit. This inability to be vulnerable—the unwillingness to be victims, even if we are—doesn’t protect us, it just covers up the wreckage."
- Sex Object by Jessica Valenti  
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queerism1969 · 11 months
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uter-us · 7 months
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I just saw a tiktok where a woman said shes "too ugly to get catcalled" and that's why she's never been
its heartbreaking how deeply instilled that craving is for male validation-- from literally any man! even the degenerate loser men who yell at you from their moms car!
not to mention, getting cat called has nothing to do w attraction and everything to do w misogyny. (knowing women who were catcalled at eleven yrs, women catcalled belly out to here pregnant, women catcalled sweaty smelly after working out, literally women looking every possible way getting catcalled proves this! its not exclusive to attractive people)
regardless of this:
your appearance ≠ your value.
men "wanting" you ≠ your value.
attention from men means literally nothing. it's worthless. "dick is abundant and low value."
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terven-queen · 1 month
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I made a thread on Ovarit about being catcalled, asking women what they do when they’re catcalled. This woman’s response was so brilliant that I had to share it with y’all here. Enjoy! 😹😹
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katy-l-wood · 2 years
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Apparently my instinctive reaction to getting catcalled while bending over a tub of mini-pumpkins outside the grocery store is to chuck one of those pumpkins at the man's head.
My aim was good.
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ephemerasnape · 1 month
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Daddy, No!!!! 😭😭😭
Only those who love Daddy Rookwood are allowed to make fun of him. 😭😭😭
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heterorealism · 8 months
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(via (8) Pinterest) 
Things men have yelled at you on the sidewalk....
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dianneking · 8 months
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On being a shapeshifter for safety reasons
(at least that's what I call myself)
TW: mentions of judging people based on appearance, hate crimes, catcalling, fluidity in gender expression, social disparity, privilege.
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What do you mean people don't shift depending on what the occasion calls for?
Oh this is not judging people for their looks. That's about letting people prejudice manipulate them for me so that I can be safer or be left alone, or to avoid that my very existence gets questioned.
Imagine I have to take a train, okay? First of all I want to be comfy but apart from that, I need to take other things into account.
Is it a day train? I can present as either masc or femme, no big deal there. But if it is a night train, you can bet my binder will be on and my face will be frowny and I'll pull my cap lower to hide my features better. I'll put my earphones on but without any music. I'll walk fast to a seat and don't look around. Nothing to see here. Just another guy traveling. Not worth a second glance.
Is it an expensive train? I don't want the ticket inspector to check my id three times so I'll put on a button up and a blazer and maybe even put make up on. I'll look like a businesswoman who could own his ass and sue it to the moon if he so much as tries to get a word in. Safer to look expensive, just like all the other expensively travellers.
But if I am taking a cheap train, the train where people sleep because their working shifts have worn them out, the trains that smell of unrest and injustice and resentment against the people in power, then it's gonna be a baggy t-shirt for me and worn sneakers and I'll let my tired face show too.
Blending in, staying safe. 
Is this sad? Maybe. Maybe I should be fighting to be able to express myself regardless of setting. But the reality is, I don't want my face in the news.
You see it way too often. The violence against someone that could be me. AFAB, queer, young, different. Someone deciding your existence is a threat, or that you owe them something. A smile. A chat. More. *Shudder* 
I am already extremely privileged and I know that. Not everyone can do this. Not everyone can shift. The color of my skin helps me. The fact that I can to a point blend into the surroundings helps me. The fact that I live in a generally safe country is a privilege. I acknowledge it and I am grateful for it. 
I love shifting. I love to be able to change. I wouldn't (pardon the pun) change anything about it. But sometimes I wish I could do it only out of pleasure and not out of fear.
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All of these are me and I am all of these and much more.
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hep-heptagon · 1 year
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Nice and sweet little bible verse for all the people who think it’s acceptable to catcall and gawk at people 🥰
Might throw these up on my RedBubble later
Okay nvm that these fonts are personal use only so I gotta find some commercial use ones and remake it quick oopsie :x
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Headcanons of Lena getting catcalled (by a person on the street or at a gala) and Kara protecting her please?
I feel like catcalling is so ubiquitous these days that Lena would either just ignore it or else be well practiced at telling a person off for it.
But if someone took the catcalling a step further and started following her, calling to actually try and get her attention and start a conversation when she clearly wants nothing to do with him...
I could easily see Kara just suddenly appearing in front of him, cutting him off Lena, so abruptly that the dude just bounces off her and tumbles backwards onto his butt. And he would be very very cowed by the sight of Kara glaring down at him from behind her glasses.
"Find some respect," Kara might growl. "No one deserves to be followed on the street, least of all by a man they don't know."
Maybe the man might grumble something back about how they COULD know each other, if Lena weren't such a bitch.
"And if you had gotten her attention, what then?" Kara would demand. "What would you have said? Offered coffee, dinner? What woman in her right mind would agree to either with a man who's followed her for six blocks?"
He'd have nothing to say to that, clearly having never thought that far ahead. He'd merely focused on the chase, and the brewing anger of being ignored.
"Leave women alone," Kara insists. "Turn all that attention towards fixing your damn self."
She would then take Lena's hand and walk her the rest of the way home. As they turn to walk the opposite direction from the cowed man, Lena would lean in close.
"My hero."
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