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bluetalepost · 10 months
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i would never be a therapist because that's who i've been all my life. i wonder if i would ever let myself be a mother.
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tonsillessscum · 9 months
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“Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!”
-Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
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aphrodites-serenade · 2 months
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Bystander
Last year, there was a senior who caught my eye
A tall girl with bleached ends and painted dark lips
Thin brows but thick eyeliner
An expression that teased hundreds of secrets
Talked about wanting nails but always chewed on the ones she had
Laughed a lot with the girl seated next to her and rarely smiled at anyone else
I never knew more than her name and the face of her boyfriend
I wondered why out of the many boys, she'd chose one who looks like any other plain boy
A boy with no real power but lets you know that if he did, you'd never see the light of day again
A boy that cares nothing for the feeling of a girl, only what he can take from her
A boy whose first reflex when he gets you away from your friends is to slap you
I sat in my parents' car, watching and asking myself over and over again
Why, beautiful girl, did you choose him?
Even I know I wouldn't deserve you
But did you not think you could do better?
Were you taught to be quiet, too?
I should've asked at some point
After graduation, I never saw her again
But in my mind, she's walking in a field of flowers,
She's smiling and laughing with that friend who, like me, always watched from the sidelines…
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writtenbysandara · 6 months
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"When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.
'Oh, sure you know,' the photographer said.
'She wants,' said Jay Cee wittily, 'to be everything.'
I said I wanted to be a poet."
— Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”
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popculturelib · 1 month
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Fanzine Friday #34: The Feminist Writers Guild National Newsletter vol. 9 no. 1 (Spring 1986)
The Feminist Writer's Guild was a feminist group in the 1970s and 1980s that sought to create a central place for feminist writers to interact and discuss their profession. In addition to the feature article, "The Hazards and Advantages of Self-Publishing Your Poetry" by Julie Parson, this issue of the newsletter included interviews with writers Octavia Butler, Alexis DeVeaux, and Margaret Atwood.
The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.
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biitchesbrew · 10 months
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some thoughts on TCM: The Next Generation part 1:)
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daybringersol · 4 months
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tbh i think a lot of misogyny boils down to the fact that people forget women aren’t fictional creatures, but very real mammals. theyve got fat, and meat, and body hair, often in places you wouldn’t expect, and that is fully to be expected of mammals, and thus humans. theyve got fears, desires, and often unexpected and/or undesired responses to peoples expectations, for the simple reason, once again, that they are humans, and thus mammals. they are not fictional plot devices for your own character growth. so much of womanhood is just constantly reaching to become the poem under a man’s pen, anticipating what ‘good writing’ would look like for you. girls, women, as someone who has been one in my time, you are not paper, you are not elusive concepts of desires and repulsion, you are not sugar, spice, and everything nice, you are not godesses, sirens, gorgons, pietàs, princesses, queens, trophy wives, superstars, manic pixie dream girls, anime figurines and whatever trope is popular at the moment. you are not made to be well-written or be useful to someone else’s narrative. you are fat, you are meat, you are body hair, you are inconsistant consciousnesses trapped in mammal bodies, just like the rest of us. you are human. don’t let yourself be written, on or off.
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opalagetribune · 7 months
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poetry is not a luxury // Audre Lorde Sun Edition / July-August 2023 I dream of Opal Age
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androgynealienfemme · 9 months
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“Intercourse” by Andrea Dworkin (1987) Sourced from Burn it Down! Feminist Manifestos for the Revolution
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flum3n · 4 months
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Look close at the face of Eurydice in paintings and notice they share a blank, contemplative sadness- a resolute foreknowledge of the imminent tragedy the brush strokes onto the page. Is it death which clouds her eyes with this vision? Or do the artists paint themselves into her beautiful faces, at a loss when, having completed Orpheus, they cannot find any feeling for his muse?
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bluetalepost · 5 months
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there is shooting on the tv. and the heroine comes in, guns blazing, sexy and witty with all the right answers i wish i had or and the david attenborough type walks me through it so i learn something about american history british history, sudanese, thai, australian, mexican, yemeni, nigerian, peruvian, guyanese, haitian, turkmen, irish, palestinian, take your pick, any of them work or and when the names of the dead scroll i know every single one is younger than me or and i see in the background a neighborhood i used to drive through when i still lived in my hometown or and a reporter says the emts got shot at, i wonder if i knew any of them ems is a tight-knit community or and i don't get the appeal of these violent video games, i just remember all the articles i've read about how constant exposure to violent media puts children at risk for normalizing or gd forbid, engaging in violence themselves or and the police saved the day, actors are much more competent and movies are much more generous or i could shut the damn screen off. nobody is shooting at me here i'm going to make myself some tea
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thoughtportal · 9 months
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ow to Suppress Women's Writing is a book by Joanna Russ, published in 1983.[1] Written in the style of a sarcastic and irreverent guidebook, it explains how women are prevented from producing written works, not given credit when such works are produced, or dismissed or belittled for those contributions which they are acknowledged to have made. Although primarily focusing on texts written in English, the author also includes examples from non-English works and other media, like paintings. Citing authors and critics like Suzy McKee Charnas, Margaret Cavendish, and Vonda McIntyre,[1] Russ aims to describe the systematic social forces that impede widespread recognition of the work of female authors.
Although Russ was an active feminist and one of the central contributors to the feminist science fiction scene during the late 1960s and 70s,[2] How to Suppress Women's Writing marked a transition towards her focus on literary criticism.[3] In the same decade, she went on to write an essay entitled "Recent Feminist Utopias," which was later published in 1995 as part of her book, To Write Like a Woman: Essays in Feminism and Science Fiction.
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aphrodites-serenade · 2 months
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Men and what doesn't belong to them
The price tag is at $30, too overpriced for a simple doll
The sky is pitch black by the time I leave the mall, my hands empty-handed and freezing
A breeze of air sends strands of hair onto my face
A buzz emerges from my back pocket
Where are you?
I turn off the screen, I can't be seen distracted, especially at night
It's like my mom's warnings are screeching against my ear
She tells me of men who hide in dark alleyways, biting like dogs at woman's feet
She reminds me of how my cousin was dragged by one of those dogs, how her eyes don't glow like they used to
She walked too much like a woman, that's why they caught her, she tells me
Because they can't blame her for her baggy clothing
But how do I tell her that my father is like those men?
Pulling her wherever he pleases, dressing her how he sees fit
It's as if the wedding certificate, buried inside a memory box, is the same thing as the receipt that's pushed by the wind
I walk briskly under the street lights, my heart beats loudly every time a car slows down
Even if I'm in the middle of a crowd, it'll only give me the illusion of safety
I wonder if my friend felt helpless, as my 4th grade teacher hugged her tightly, knowing everyone's eyes were on her
I heard of a story on the radio with my grandma once, of a woman who was sold as a child to a much older man
She sighed. Thank God, we aren't in that wretched country anymore.
I couldn't find it in me to tell her that this happens everywhere, even in the safety of a “first world country”
I look at his message one last time, knowing I'll never see his picture again
If you don't answer this time, I swear I'll ki—
I should have known that he was like every man, poor, rich, old, and young, with what doesn't belong to him
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nosferussy · 3 days
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they could never make me hate you, monstrous femininity trope.
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glittergracie · 1 year
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within you
Let me swim in your honey brown eyes
That watch me in carefully placed yearning glances,
That glimmer with iridescence in the spring light.
Let me hold your smooth warm hand
That tip-taps along the aged wood of this bench,
That seems to glow as you pluck a wildflower.
Let me touch your sun-kissed cheek
That you turn to me in nervousness,
That seems to hold your secrets.
Let me kiss your rose pink lips
That I know are warm despite the brisk air,
That call out to me through our silence.
Let me comb my fingers through the chocolate waves of your hair
That sparkles in the warmth of the sun,
That splays across the width of your shoulders in invitation.
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biitchesbrew · 10 months
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my thoughts on TCM: The Next Generation part2
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