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To expand women's prisons is idiotic and inhumane. We should phase them out | Sonia Sodha
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I wish I had the words to explain what it feels like to exist in this body.

I wake up knowing today will be another day of uncomfortably shifting to avoid your scrutiny. I have known my proportions were wrong wince I begun to develop in ways my friends did not, knew for sure the first time my father cast his gaze over me and told me I could afford to loose a few.

I have perfected my posture to draw your eyes from the bits that make me hate myself the most. Put all my considerable weight on one leg, lean to the side but keep my body straight, trying to hide my hips, keep my back to the wall so you cant ever see my ass. Walk at the back of the group because I can’t walk in a straight like knowing you are perceiving me from behind. hunch my shoulder forward because the thought of you noticing my tits makes me want to tear myself apart. I smile, always lopsided and weird looking, because id rather you look mat my face than anywhere else. Never angle my head downwards because my double chins are pronounced enough without that to draw your attention. My face is marked, poor skin care routine combined with non-existent self control. All wrong. Another thing he points out every chance he can get.

Words aren’t supposed to have power, but they control me. I cringe when people say the word ‘fat’, want to tear out my hair when people talk about working out. Blush redder than a stop light when people tall about periods, even typing it makes me want to flee. It doesn’t make sense, the way I shy away from all talks that might tie me to womanhood.

Womanhood is tied to things I have too much of. Child bearing hips, ever growing tits. An ass. Things I would trade in a heartbeat. I don’t need this uterus, these ovaries. Every month I get slapped aggressively with a reminder of my role here, but every month is as empty as the last, so it’s a needless reminder. Perhaps I am to become what they expect of me, a lonely woman, aimless, longing to be filled with child as all women are supposed to long.

I am jealous of skinny women. I hate this prison for many reasons, of course I wish I were skinny like them, but more than that I wish to be shapeless. A line straight down, no bumps or curves to draw your gaze.

I know I don’t make any sense but I also know I don’t have the words to explain the way I feel about my attachment to ‘womanhood’. I just know that sometimes I remember the way I used to be, fearless and shapeless, when I was a child. I ran and I played and I climbed and I just existed exactly the same way all the boys did, and it never mattered that I wasn’t the same as them. Now, everything I do is quantified by my tits and my cunt. I don’t play football, I play womens football. I don’t play cricket, I play womens cricket. i can’t walk home alone after work, so every day I have to drive. I love women but I am supposed to love men, so even this most special sacred thing is wrong in all the ways that matter to the rest of the world.

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my gender is The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.

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*slaps my own ass* this bad boy can fit so many genders in them

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Gender Crisis

Status: Ongoing

Current Topic: Gender Apathetic???

I don’t know what’s going on really. I thought I might be a demi girl (thanks people from last time) but now I’m thinking that I don’t really care what pronouns people use for me?????

Like, I like “feminine” things/clothing options but then I realised that clothes being feminine doesn’t real exist and know I’m confused again.

Is there a label for someone who doesn’t care what pronouns are used for them?

If so, please tell me, it helps me feel secure.

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An apocalypse gender!


Starfallgender: A gender related to the idea that the stars are falling from the sky. Encompasses meteor-showers, constellations, and peace. It is related to star-gazing, acceptance, and the beauty in the way things end.

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I know this phrase has been beaten to death by bunch of people but I’m gonna use it anyways. All I have ever wanted is to be truly normal. To get out of the cycle of meeting with people who are trying their best to help me but never truly succeeding. Told what to do by people who don’t truly know me.

I hate it all. I hate to myself in the mirror. My feminine body. My thin limbs and narrow waist. Should I be proud? I know my body type is someone else’s dream but just not mine. My annoyingly high pitched voice that I force to be deeper. My fast growing hair that I have to cut all the time.

Is being normal just too much to ask for? Sorry for the vent.

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Why is gay an adjective while lesbian is a noun? What does this say about gender? I really don’t know..

Is it part of the objectification of women? (since nouns are generally names of things). We very rarely describe ourselves with nouns and when we do, it often sounds offensive (I won’t give examples but I’m sure you can think of a few). However people do use nouns to describe themselves when talking about their occupations.. So maybe it just makes people feel more strongly about an identity when it’s expressed as a noun. This can be in positive or negative ways. Personally I’d prefer if we usually use adjectives or verbs to describe ourselves and what we do, because ultimately none of these things is entirely what we are. Nouns imply a kind of universality and permanence.

I suppose if us lesbians want to use an adjective we could use the term sapphic.

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a pin badge that says please Don’t ask me my pronouns

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New genders dropped, get some:

  • Gender that makes teachers/professors/authority figures despise you
  • Mud potion maker
  • Dumb scientist (we exist)
  • Person who looks like they can skate, actually cannot skate to save their life
  • Weed
  • Attention whore who cannot stop talking about the mortifying ordeal of being known
  • Long nails
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i just started wondering. how come all the third genders (except in the modern west) i’ve heard of are for people who were born male who exhibit feminine behavior (or sometimes are just gay). none of the stories i’ve seen have biological females taking on traditional masculine roles in their community.

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What is gender?

Gender to you isn’t not the same as gender to me.

One minute I feel female, the next male.

Then you see on Thursdays I’m somewhere inbetween.

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wanna know how I’m genderfluid and agender at the same time? it’s basically like air. you can’t see it but it’s there and moving

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And there came a day when I decided to make my body become as I wished to see. I took to hand my muscles and I pushed and formed them. Chemicals course through my veins and transmute my skin to something new. I am altered beyond recognition as I claim the face and softness which I chose for myself.

This body is clay of blood and it has become mine by the act of taking control of its shape. Blades will carve me up anew. They will say I am grotesque. They will choke back horror as they learn the material self they cling so determinedly to can be unmade and remade with so slight an effort.

They see it as a horror, I see it as my choice, my life, the means to claim the place in the world that I belong. It is simply a body furnished as I desire.

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ok so my sisters getting married and probably eventually getting kids and i’m flirting w the idea of possibly being called “uncle bella” because honestly that is a fucking vibe.

like i identify as a girl w she/her pronouns but being an UNCLE sounds way better than an aunt. i honestly just have stoner uncle vibes

**but if anyone has any other fun options lmk because i don’t feel like an “aunt” yknow

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