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the only good addition to this post

I love women who are unabashedly big.

Women with big laughs, big smiles, big voices, big bodies, and even bigger personalities to match. Women that don’t care if they take up space with long strides and sit with their legs miles apart.

They give big hugs and big kisses, and they have big hearts. Big, proud women are amazing.

#youre the only mf that gets me

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terfs can have their space in hell since thats where theyre going anyways; feel free to join them bitch

I love women who are unabashedly big.

Women with big laughs, big smiles, big voices, big bodies, and even bigger personalities to match. Women that don’t care if they take up space with long strides and sit with their legs miles apart.

They give big hugs and big kisses, and they have big hearts. Big, proud women are amazing.

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An Announcement

Hi, everyone who’s been wondering where I am or had forgotten they were following me in the first place!

This has been a long time coming since this blog has been functionally inactive for a while now, but I’m retiring this blog. It will stay up, but I I won’t be posting anymore. I may come back in some capacity at some time in the future, but as of now, I have no plans of doing so.

There’s a full explanation under the read more, but tl;dr: I’ve made a lot of nice memories and experiences while running this space, but I’ve also had negative and frankly racist and homo/transphobic language thrown at me for a while now, even my absence. And honestly I’m at my limit, well beyond it tbh, and the negative experiences, though fewer, outweigh the positive.

I want to thank everyone who’s been a positive force during my time with this blog, and I hope life treats you nothing but kindly.

Goodbye for now 🧡🧡🧡

I’ve said this before, but when I first started this blog — which was a sapphic nblw and wlw blog at the time — I had recently came to terms with various parts of my gender and sexuality, and this blog was more words of kindness for myself than for anyone else. And yet, I found that my words resonated with a lot of people, which I was excited to see and felt lucky to be a positive place for others. I know the joke that on twitter when a tweet goes viral they plug all their other shit and on here if something blows up, the post gets deleted and op says never ask them about it again, but at first, the experience for me was a very pleasant and wonderful one. I got people telling me how what I was saying meant a lot to them or made them smile. I still have asks in my inbox of people saying words so kind and personal that I’ve never answered them because I still don’t know how to. People came to me for advice, which was daunting, but I was also honored that people thought highly enough of me to think my words were of value. I felt comfortable enough to share my more serious opinions and experiences, especially wrt being black in lgbt and queer communities, and to shift gears to queer positivity after going through another period of questioning.

But obviously, if my experience had been totally positive, I’d probably wouldn’t be retiring this blog right now. My most popular or far-reaching posts were these: link, link, link. They were also my most personal. The first two came from a place of frustration as a black queer with the nonblack lgbtq community, a frustration that most black queer people feel, a feeling of a lack of respect, understanding, and intersectionality. The other came from a longer personal piece of prose about body positivity that I condensed and shared. All of them came from deep and intense emotions and were hard for me to share. They were all received mostly positively, but once something gets so many eyes on it, the reactions and interpretations are out of your control. Suddenly from the posts about antiblackness, I was being attacked by alt-right, nazi and butthurt nonblack people, and the body positivity post was being swarmed by terfs trying make it about them and their definitions of women. Both groups doubled down and increased their vitriol when I pushed back.

I have had a policy of not engaging with hateful asks and messages since I started, but let me tell you, it’s been hard and I have caved before. But even when I don’t engage, I see those asks and messages as I delete them, and I’m confident I’ve been call every antiblack, homophobic, transphobic, and misogynistic slur under the sun. I’ve been called a cotton picker, fruit, and gender traitor unironically, which was funny tbh. But, I’ve also received threats to my life/safety and a doxxing attempt that was unsuccessful and the person wrong about my location and identity, but it was still a genuinely terrifying experience. All of the negativity has been tiring and detrimental to my mental health. All of those posts were made in 2019 iirc, so that’s been two years of waxing and waning hatefulness that continues even today (like literally today, October 25, 2021 as I’m writing this). It gets to you.

At some point you have to weigh the benefits with the risks and decide if it’s worth it to maintain a safe place for others and at the loss of your own. To me, it’s no longer worth it. I’ve had fun, but I’ve also had enough. So, thanks especially to everyone who’s been here since the beginning and multiple url and theme changes and to everyone who’s ever given me a kind word. I’ve really appreciated y’all and only it kept up this long because the support y’all gave me.

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An Announcement

Hi, everyone who’s been wondering where I am or had forgotten they were following me in the first place!

This has been a long time coming since this blog has been functionally inactive for a while now, but I’m retiring this blog. It will stay up, but I I won’t be posting anymore. I may come back in some capacity at some time in the future, but as of now, I have no plans of doing so.

There’s a full explanation under the read more, but tl;dr: I’ve made a lot of nice memories and experiences while running this space, but I’ve also had negative and frankly racist and homo/transphobic language thrown at me for a while now, even my absence. And honestly I’m at my limit, well beyond it tbh, and the negative experiences, though fewer, outweigh the positive.

I want to thank everyone who’s been a positive force during my time with this blog, and I hope life treats you nothing but kindly.

Goodbye for now 🧡🧡🧡

I’ve said this before, but when I first started this blog — which was a sapphic nblw and wlw blog at the time — I had recently came to terms with various parts of my gender and sexuality, and this blog was more words of kindness for myself than for anyone else. And yet, I found that my words resonated with a lot of people, which I was excited to see and felt lucky to be a positive place for others. I know the joke that on twitter when a tweet goes viral they plug all their other shit and on here if something blows up, the post gets deleted and op says never ask them about it again, but at first, the experience for me was a very pleasant and wonderful one. I got people telling me how what I was saying meant a lot to them or made them smile. I still have asks in my inbox of people saying words so kind and personal that I’ve never answered them because I still don’t know how to. People came to me for advice, which was daunting, but I was also honored that people thought highly enough of me to think my words were of value. I felt comfortable enough to share my more serious opinions and experiences, especially wrt being black in lgbt and queer communities, and to shift gears to queer positivity after going through another period of questioning.

But obviously, if my experience had been totally positive, I’d probably wouldn’t be retiring this blog right now. My most popular or far-reaching posts were these: link, link, link. They were also my most personal. The first two came from a place of frustration as a black queer with the nonblack lgbtq community, a frustration that most black queer people feel, a feeling of a lack of respect, understanding, and intersectionality. The other came from a longer personal piece of prose about body positivity that I condensed and shared. All of them came from deep and intense emotions and were hard for me to share. They were all received mostly positively, but once something gets so many eyes on it, the reactions and interpretations are out of your control. Suddenly from the posts about antiblackness, I was being attacked by alt-right, nazi and butthurt nonblack people, and the body positivity post was being swarmed by terfs trying make it about them and their definitions of women. Both groups doubled down and increased their vitriol when I pushed back.

I have had a policy of not engaging with hateful asks and messages since I started, but let me tell you, it’s been hard and I have caved before. But even when I don’t engage, I see those asks and messages as I delete them, and I’m confident I’ve been call every antiblack, homophobic, transphobic, and misogynistic slur under the sun. I’ve been called a cotton picker, fruit, and gender traitor unironically, which was funny tbh. But, I’ve also received threats to my life/safety and a doxxing attempt that was unsuccessful and the person wrong about my location and identity, but it was still a genuinely terrifying experience. All of the negativity has been tiring and detrimental to my mental health. All of those posts were made in 2019 iirc, so that’s been two years of waxing and waning hatefulness that continues even today (like literally today, October 25, 2021 as I’m writing this). It gets to you.

At some point you have to weigh the benefits with the risks and decide if it’s worth it to maintain a safe place for others and at the loss of your own. To me, it’s no longer worth it. I’ve had fun, but I’ve also had enough. So, thanks especially to everyone who’s been here since the beginning and multiple url and theme changes and to everyone who’s ever given me a kind word. I’ve really appreciated y’all and only it kept up this long because the support y’all gave me.

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An Announcement

Hi, everyone who’s been wondering where I am or had forgotten they were following me in the first place!

This has been a long time coming since this blog has been functionally inactive for a while now, but I’m retiring this blog. It will stay up, but I I won’t be posting anymore. I may come back in some capacity at some time in the future, but as of now, I have no plans of doing so.

There’s a full explanation under the read more, but tl;dr: I’ve made a lot of nice memories and experiences while running this space, but I’ve also had negative and frankly racist and homo/transphobic language thrown at me for a while now, even my absence. And honestly I’m at my limit, well beyond it tbh, and the negative experiences, though fewer, outweigh the positive.

I want to thank everyone who’s been a positive force during my time with this blog, and I hope life treats you nothing but kindly.

Goodbye for now 🧡🧡🧡

I’ve said this before, but when I first started this blog — which was a sapphic nblw and wlw blog at the time — I had recently came to terms with various parts of my gender and sexuality, and this blog was more words of kindness for myself than for anyone else. And yet, I found that my words resonated with a lot of people, which I was excited to see and felt lucky to be a positive place for others. I know the joke that on twitter when a tweet goes viral they plug all their other shit and on here if something blows up, the post gets deleted and op says never ask them about it again, but at first, the experience for me was a very pleasant and wonderful one. I got people telling me how what I was saying meant a lot to them or made them smile. I still have asks in my inbox of people saying words so kind and personal that I’ve never answered them because I still don’t know how to. People came to me for advice, which was daunting, but I was also honored that people thought highly enough of me to think my words were of value. I felt comfortable enough to share my more serious opinions and experiences, especially wrt being black in lgbt and queer communities, and to shift gears to queer positivity after going through another period of questioning.

But obviously, if my experience had been totally positive, I’d probably wouldn’t be retiring this blog right now. My most popular or far-reaching posts were these: link, link, link. They were also my most personal. The first two came from a place of frustration as a black queer with the nonblack lgbtq community, a frustration that most black queer people feel, a feeling of a lack of respect, understanding, and intersectionality. The other came from a longer personal piece of prose about body positivity that I condensed and shared. All of them came from deep and intense emotions and were hard for me to share. They were all received mostly positively, but once something gets so many eyes on it, the reactions and interpretations are out of your control. Suddenly from the posts about antiblackness, I was being attacked by alt-right, nazi and butthurt nonblack people, and the body positivity post was being swarmed by terfs trying make it about them and their definitions of women. Both groups doubled down and increased their vitriol when I pushed back.

I have had a policy of not engaging with hateful asks and messages since I started, but let me tell you, it’s been hard and I have caved before. But even when I don’t engage, I see those asks and messages as I delete them, and I’m confident I’ve been call every antiblack, homophobic, transphobic, and misogynistic slur under the sun. I’ve been called a cotton picker, fruit, and gender traitor unironically, which was funny tbh. But, I’ve also received threats to my life/safety and a doxxing attempt that was unsuccessful and the person wrong about my location and identity, but it was still a genuinely terrifying experience. All of the negativity has been tiring and detrimental to my mental health. All of those posts were made in 2019 iirc, so that’s been two years of waxing and waning hatefulness that continues even today (like literally today, October 25, 2021 as I’m writing this). It gets to you.

At some point you have to weigh the benefits with the risks and decide if it’s worth it to maintain a safe place for others and at the loss of your own. To me, it’s no longer worth it. I’ve had fun, but I’ve also had enough. So, thanks especially to everyone who’s been here since the beginning and multiple url and theme changes and to everyone who’s ever given me a kind word. I’ve really appreciated y’all and only it kept up this long because the support y’all gave me.

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An Announcement

Hi, everyone who’s been wondering where I am or had forgotten they were following me in the first place!

This has been a long time coming since this blog has been functionally inactive for a while now, but I’m retiring this blog. It will stay up, but I I won’t be posting anymore. I may come back in some capacity at some time in the future, but as of now, I have no plans of doing so.

There’s a full explanation under the read more, but tl;dr: I’ve made a lot of nice memories and experiences while running this space, but I’ve also had negative and frankly racist and homo/transphobic language thrown at me for a while now, even my absence. And honestly I’m at my limit, well beyond it tbh, and the negative experiences, though fewer, outweigh the positive.

I want to thank everyone who’s been a positive force during my time with this blog, and I hope life treats you nothing but kindly.

Goodbye for now 🧡🧡🧡

I’ve said this before, but when I first started this blog — which was a sapphic nblw and wlw blog at the time — I had recently came to terms with various parts of my gender and sexuality, and this blog was more words of kindness for myself than for anyone else. And yet, I found that my words resonated with a lot of people, which I was excited to see and felt lucky to be a positive place for others. I know the joke that on twitter when a tweet goes viral they plug all their other shit and on here if something blows up, the post gets deleted and op says never ask them about it again, but at first, the experience for me was a very pleasant and wonderful one. I got people telling me how what I was saying meant a lot to them or made them smile. I still have asks in my inbox of people saying words so kind and personal that I’ve never answered them because I still don’t know how to. People came to me for advice, which was daunting, but I was also honored that people thought highly enough of me to think my words were of value. I felt comfortable enough to share my more serious opinions and experiences, especially wrt being black in lgbt and queer communities, and to shift gears to queer positivity after going through another period of questioning.

But obviously, if my experience had been totally positive, I’d probably wouldn’t be retiring this blog right now. My most popular or far-reaching posts were these: link, link, link. They were also my most personal. The first two came from a place of frustration as a black queer with the nonblack lgbtq community, a frustration that most black queer people feel, a feeling of a lack of respect, understanding, and intersectionality. The other came from a longer personal piece of prose about body positivity that I condensed and shared. All of them came from deep and intense emotions and were hard for me to share. They were all received mostly positively, but once something gets so many eyes on it, the reactions and interpretations are out of your control. Suddenly from the posts about antiblackness, I was being attacked by alt-right, nazi and butthurt nonblack people, and the body positivity post was being swarmed by terfs trying make it about them and their definitions of women. Both groups doubled down and increased their vitriol when I pushed back.

I have had a policy of not engaging with hateful asks and messages since I started, but let me tell you, it’s been hard and I have caved before. But even when I don’t engage, I see those asks and messages as I delete them, and I’m confident I’ve been call every antiblack, homophobic, transphobic, and misogynistic slur under the sun. I’ve been called a cotton picker, fruit, and gender traitor unironically, which was funny tbh. But, I’ve also received threats to my life/safety and a doxxing attempt that was unsuccessful and the person wrong about my location and identity, but it was still a genuinely terrifying experience. All of the negativity has been tiring and detrimental to my mental health. All of those posts were made in 2019 iirc, so that’s been two years of waxing and waning hatefulness that continues even today (like literally today, October 25, 2021 as I’m writing this). It gets to you.

At some point you have to weigh the benefits with the risks and decide if it’s worth it to maintain a safe place for others and at the loss of your own. To me, it’s no longer worth it. I’ve had fun, but I’ve also had enough. So, thanks especially to everyone who’s been here since the beginning and multiple url and theme changes and to everyone who’s ever given me a kind word. I’ve really appreciated y’all and only it kept up this long because the support y’all gave me.

#psa #bold.txt

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The original pride flag and the sewing machine it was sewn on

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Source - Butch/Femme edited by M.G Soares

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Judith Butler: ‘We need to rethink the category of woman’ | Life and style | The Guardian

Gender is an assignment that does not just happen once: it is ongoing. We are assigned a sex at birth and then a slew of expectations follow which continue to “assign” gender to us. The powers that do that are part of an apparatus of gender that assigns and reassigns norms to bodies, organises them socially, but also animates them in directions contrary to those norms.

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This week we are talking about Queerplatonic Relationships, aka QPRs!

[ID: Two images with light yellow backgrounds, black text, and the TAAAP logo in the upper right corner. Both images show graphics of people engaging in various activities, such as dancing and talking. The first reads “Queerplatonic Relationships. Queerplatonic relationships purposefully blur the lines of commonly accepted relationship dynamics. They don’t fit into the categories of what is traditionally considered to be a friendship or a romantic relationship. Every queerplatonic relationship is defined by those participating in it, and therefore may look different, but they often include some level of commitment.” 

The second reads “Queerplatonic Relationships. Things not to say about QPRs: That’s just a friendship. That reduces a friendship to something basic and places it in a hierarchy below other kinds of relationships. Don’t do that. While it may overlap with friendship, it may feel different to participants, and you shouldn’t dismiss or demean that experience. That’s immature/lacking/incomplete. People in QPRs might have other relationships that fill other needs, but QPRs can still be valid and important. On the other hand, if someone’s only significant relationship is a QPR, that does not mean they are lacking any kind of human connection.” End description.]

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Tumblr is bringing back the like most basic lesbophobia where you demonize us for not liking men it's kind of funny honestly how you all think you're so progressive and then turn around and say shit like "lesbians shouldn't be proud of not liking men"

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(Image description: trans, genderqueer, genderfluid, polygender, demigirl, demiboy, agender, bigender, maverique, and nonbinary pride flags with white and black text that reads "trans happiness is powerful".)

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Passing: Profiling the Lives of Young Trans Men of Color (2015).

[ID: Excerpts from interviews with Sasha Alexander, a trans man of color from Brooklyn. He is wearing a snapback, a patterned button-down shirt, and jewellery.

Discussing why he initially came out as another identity, he says, “When I came out, when I was 12, I was living as a lesbian. As a butch, as a stud. I was never introduced to language around being trans.”

Explaining the process to figuring out his FTM identity as an adult, he says, “I met a black trans man, and it was a really different experience. Where I actually completely saw myself in him. And it was the first time that I was like, oh my god, I didn’t realise that was possible.”

Regarding the nuance of his manhood, he says, “In being a trans man, to me… I’m, like, many different things in that. And everybody holds that differently. I think one of the hardest things to deal with is how the world binarily treats you, based on your presentation.” END ID.]

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NON-BINARY MASTER POST (part 1)

[EDIT: The illustration “It’s okay to be different” is not showing someone who is binding with bandages! That would be extremely unsafe. I was trying to portrait a post-op scene.] This is a collection of all my body positive illustrations for non-binary folks I did in 2017. I hope, they help you! <3

You can find part 2 here: [LINK]

For more body positive artwork, please check out my instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bopolena/

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Hey check out the Incarcerated Workers’ Organizing Committee

Just point your browser to https://incarceratedworkers.org/

          About                                                                        

We, the Incarcerated Workers Organizing Committee (IWOC), are a prisoner-led section of the Industrial Workers of the World.  We struggle to end prison slavery along with allies and supporters on  the outside. On September 9, 2016 we were part of a coalition of inside  and outside groups that launched the largest prison strike in US  history. Resistance to prison slavery continues with work stoppages,  hunger strikes and other acts of resistance to business as usual.

But it will take a mass movement - inside and out - to abolish prison  slavery. We have hundreds of members in over 15 prisons and our  membership continues to grow. We invite all those who agree with our  statement of purpose to join us  and to start a local group in their prison, city, or trailer park. IWW  membership is free to those incarcerated, and is based on income for  those on the outside. We ask supporters to sponsor a prisoner’s  membership for just $5 a month.

Prison Slavery

Incarcerated people are legally slaves as per the 13th Amendment  which abolished “slavery and involuntary servitude, except as punishment  for a crime”. We are legally slaves. If you’ve been to prison you’d  know we are treated like slaves.

Billions are made annually off our backs. Outrageously priced or  grossly inadequate privatized ‘services’ like health care, food, phone  calls, assault our humanity - they feed us like animals, suck our  families dry, and when sick leave us to die. The government spends as  much as an elite college tuition per person to keep each of us  incarcerated, but this money does not develop us as human beings, reduce  crime or make our communities safer.

They also profit from our labor. At least half of the nation’s 1.5 million  of us imprisoned in the United States have jobs yet are paid pennies an  hour, or even nothing at all. Many of us perform the essential work  needed to run the prisons themselves - mopping cellblock floors,  preparing and serving food, filing papers and other prison duties.  Others of us work in “correction industries” programs  performing work in areas such as clothing and textile, computer aided  design, electronics, and recycling activities. Some of us even  sub-contract with private corporations such as Sprint, Starbucks,  Victoria’s Secret, and many more.

As incarcerated workers, we are some of the most exploited workers in  the country. There is no minimum wage for prison labor. The average  wage is 20 cents an hour, with some states not paying a wage at all. Up  to 80% of wages can be withheld by prison officials. There are very few  safety regulations and no worker’s compensation for injury on the job.  While in prison, we try to earn money to support our families,  ourselves, and pay victim restitution yet these wages prevent us from  that. We believe that as workers we are guaranteed the same protections  and wages as other workers.

We are working to abolish prison slavery and this system that does not correct anyone or make our communities safer.

Industrial Workers of the World

In addition to abolishing prison slavery, we are also fighting to end  the criminalization, exploitation, and enslavement of working class  people in general. We are part of the larger

Industrial Workers of the World

(IWW), a revolutionary union that has been fighting oppressive systems for over one hundred years.

When first founded, the IWW was the only union open to all-  regardless of race, gender or nationality. Fierce campaigns waged by  miners, dock workers and agricultural workers led to signficant gains in  wages and workplace conditions.

Our revolutionary politics and refusal to sell out led to massive and widespread crackdowns by the US government as part of the Red Scare, and beyond.

Despite this, the union persisted and to this day continues to  organize for a new world. Like, IWOC, the IWW is seeing a resurgence,  with membership steadily growing since 2000.

IWOC’s Statement of Purpose

1. To further the revolutionary goals of incarcerated people and the  IWW through mutual organizing of a worldwide union for emancipation from  the prison system.

2. To build class solidarity amongst members of the working class by  connecting the struggle of people in prison, jails, and immigrant and  juvenile detention centers to workers struggles locally and worldwide.

3. To strategically and tactically support prisoners locally and  worldwide, incorporating an analysis of white supremacy, patriarchy,  prison culture, and capitalism.

4. To actively struggle to end the criminalization, exploitation, and  enslavement of working class people, which disproportionately targets  people of color, immigrants, people with low income, LGBTQ people, young  people, dissidents, and those with mental illness.

5. To amplify the voices of working class people in prison,  especially those engaging in collective action or who put their own  lives at risk to improve the conditions of all.

https://incarceratedworkers.org/

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