#gender rolls

[foone]

Gender roll of the day!

Today's gender roll is: Antarctica

#gender rolls

[whereserpentswalk]

Being entirely genderless is so weird. There's this set of emotions people feel about themselves that people view as really important, even people in the queer community view as important, and I just don't feel them at all. Like, I wouldn't even care if I suddenly became the opposite sex outside of being curious about how sex stuff feels with alternate genitals. It's like it's just void for me, and it feels so lonely. It's like everyone else is human and I'm just this weird fae thing, and sometimes that's fun but sometimes it's really fucking lonely.

#196 #my thoughts #gender theory #gender rolls #gender #queerness #queer theory #queer community #queer #my thougts #queer liberation #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #agender #nonbinary #non bianry #non biney #enby #genderless

[shortkidenergy]

actually genuinely curious about this. when I say socialized, I mean what did people treat you like you were when you were a kid. would also love to know when u learned/how if you feel like leaving that in tags, replies etc. thanks!

#polls #gender rolls

[aboredneet]

#catcalling #wholesome #meme #gender rolls

[k00283645]

Linocut prints

The portrait is of someone I know from a queer/punk club I go to. This club I find really inspiring for my project as it's a place where people can explore and express their gender without restrictions or judgement.

I experimentd a lot with different colours and inks with this print. Even accidentally melting the print while trying to clean it with white spirits. I liked how after I tried printing it again the portrait was mangled, it kind of representated how gender rolls and expectations dissolved when entering this space.

#temporary #art #portrait #relief print #lino print #tempoary #print #gender #queer #gender rolls #LGBT

[thepopoptic]

Watch "Do you wanna equalize that?? : Jordan Peterson #shorts" on YouTube

#walk away #america #jordan peterson #gender rolls #identity politics #wage gap #equal rights #affirmative action #equality vs equity #money #american capitalism #work #income #aggression #prison #college #brick layer #dangerous jobs #liberal logic

[theogbubblesnake]

unfortunately women have been brainwashed by other women and shitty men that tell them in order "to be strong and empowering, you have to be cold and aggressive"

you can also blame what's known as "the scully effect" for that as well

for those that don't know, "the scully effect" is a real thing that happened, the shitty fictional character dana scully from the 90s TV Sci Fi Drama The X Files was one of the first cold and aggressive female characters to be on a popular tv show, she's like a toxic man in a toxic woman's body

on the opposite upside of that, "the Mulder effect" also happened, the lead male hero of The X Files, Fox Mulder, was written as sensitive, empathic and intuitive, even the actor who played him David Duchovny said in an old interview "the gender roles are reversed on this show, Fox is the woman, dana is the man"

Fox is a great character and is autistic coded as well, dana, however, let me puke for a minute

anyway, I digress

I could go on about these things for hours

#ask me anything #gender equality #gender rolls #sexism #equal rights #The X Files #anti scully #dana scully #Fox Mulder #bad writing vs good writing

[tiktoksthatfuck]

#tiktok #video #food #gender rolls #boba

[punk-bot]

#gender roles #gender rolls #Oscar Wilde

[kalofi]

law is something of a woman to me

#gender fuckery who gaf bro #art #one piece #op #perona #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro #i guess. to get the joke rolling #perolaw #i think das da ship name… my snookums

[foone]

Gender roll of the day:

Today's gender roll is: (it's blank?)

#gender rolls

[whereserpentswalk]

A lot of people think elves have really strict gender roles, which is sort or true. But it's fluid in a way that a lot of humans and other races don't really understand because they don't bother to understand elven biology.

Elves can change their sex over the course of a few months. Their bodies can be their equivalent to male, female, sexless, a combination of both traits, or two more sexes which don't have human equivalents. This process is something almost every elf goes through in their life, some change only very occasionally, others every few years, it really depends on the individual. It's a normal part of elven society that people are diffrent biological sexes over the course of their lives.

Useally they become the sex whose gender roles they want to inhabit at that time. If an elf wants to be part of elven femininity they'll just become biologically female because they can. Of course, some elves break from this, either because they want to break their gender roles for whatever reason, because they have to be a specific sex or gender role for practical reasons at a time in their life, or because they have a disability that prevents them from changing sex (the lack of ability to change sex is inherently considered a disability to elves).

So often elves have a lot of strange interactions with other races over this. Like when freinds of other races become upset at an elf's insistence that they're performing a gender role due to their sex, without the context of elven fluidity. Or when a member of another race is suprised to find an elven freind they hadn't seen in awhile has returned as a diffrent sex and gender. There was quite famously the case of a human noblewoman who fell in love with a male elven archer, and became quite upset years later to find out he had become a woman since they last met, she also seemed quite more upset that the elf still expected them to be in love, as unlike humans elves don't have a concept of monosexuality.

#196 #my thougts #worldbuilding #writing #my worldbuilding #my writing #fantasy #elves #elven #elfs #elf #original fiction #flash fiction #short story #short fiction #fantasy race #gender theory #genderfluid #gender #gender rolls #queer theory #queerness #queer #enby #nonbinary #high fantasy #ttrpg community #ttrpg ideas #transsexual #transgender

[vulvaluv]

🙌🏻❤️

#cherie currie #the runaways #runaways #70s #80s #rock and roll #joan jett #radical feminists do touch #radical feminists please interact #radical feminst #radical feminist safe #radical feminism #radblr #gender criticism #gender critical #terf safe #my post

[stararch4ngelqueen]

High-Rise Melancholy

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Time Written-11:23 a.m. (Pt.1 )

Jason Todd/fem!reader angst

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A sharp clash of painted porcelain smashes against the doorway you almost crossed, shattering the thick plastic light switch frame.

An involuntary yelp left your lips from the sharp sound of impact, watching the fragments of what was once your indigo blue, gold star and moon coffee mug, once full of sleepy time tea, scatter the ground in seconds.

Wide eyes meet yours, the culprit of throwing the mug peering back at you with eyes much wider than yours behind his mask.

The bedroom was laced in silence, the tension elevated into high alarm. Static laced his tongue once he realized what he’d done, the idea of harming you bringing his knees to nearly buckle.

He swore you weren’t standing there a second ago, what was he thinking? He nearly hit you, he almost—

“GET OUT!!” He shouts, screaming into the flames of the chaos he caused. Your eyes grew wider, your feet nearly stumbling back as you retreated. Enraged, milky eyes grew close as he stomped forward, trembling hands grasping hold onto the edges of the door.

“GO! GET THE— GET THE FUCK OUT!!” His raised voice cuts short once he slams the door in your face, preventing you from seeing him crumble any further.

Out of the eighty six to ninety percent change you had to seeing him in this manner, it never got any easier. He’d shut down, he’d throw things, he’d shout so loud it would concern the neighbors.

However, as Batman abides by his unique, golden rules of logic, Jason’s was much more simple:

He’d never, ever raise a hand to you. Ever.

You wait in the kitchen for nearly ten minutes, lit up by the warm glow of the stove light. A fresh cup of tea waited for you, alongside a mug of strong coffee. Your boyfriend locked himself into your shared bedroom, your inaccessible phone laying abandoned on its charger on your bedside table.

You couldn’t check up on him like this, no matter how much you wanted to. He needed space, needing a minute to calm down, however long that minute would end up taking.

You were in the kitchen when he came home, dressed in plaid sweatpants and his red hoodie with a box of pancake mix in your hand, moments away from preparing an early breakfast before he’d sleep in until late in the afternoon.

Maybe it was your mistake. You heard the difference in his heavy footsteps when he returned this morning. Heavy, dirty soles scraping against hard wood floor in frustrating stomps, rather than exhausted drags.

You probably shouldn’t have treaded behind him with strong concern, wanting to make sure he was alright, preparing to dote on him if needed. You would say you’ve gotten better at it, but after this, you felt thrown back towards square one.

He’s tired, he’s angry. He just needs a minute.

You force yourself to think this, trying to keep your composure as your eyes peer down at Jason’s coffee, your fingertips settled on the warmth of the mug contrasting against the cold countertop.

Eventually, the faint click of your bedroom door was heard down the short hallway before comes to you. The softest creaks of the wood gave way once his socked feet transfer towards cold tile before warm arms encasing you in a deep embrace.

The faint smell of wet dirt, rain water and petrichor flood your senses, his sweat damp hair tickling behind your ear as he tucks his head against the valley of your neck in silent shame.

“M’sorry,” His tired, weak voice ripples against your skin, the voice of a weak, little boy coming forth inside the body of a grown man. “Didn’t mean to. Didn’t mean to hurt you—“

“You didn’t,” your wavering voice cuts him off, to his dismay at what he assumed was your denial. “Jason, don’t say that, you didn’t hurt me-“

“I almost did!” He insists, hot trembling breath fanning along your neck whilst his broad, jacket shrouded arms squeezed you tighter. “I swear! I-I wasn’t thinking, I.. I wasn’t—“

He cuts himself off, his chest heaving with his increased breathing. You try to take the opportunity to turn yourself, feeling his arms hesitate in their tight grasp once he realized what you were trying to do.

His shoulders tremble as he contemplates you seeming him like this. No, he didn’t want you to even look at him, but you were just as stubborn as he was with persistence.

Jason’s head rose off your shoulder, keeping himself turned towards the side as you finally face him. You didn’t need to look into his eyes to see how frustrated with himself he was, the angry, shameful tears leaving thick tracks down his chiseled cheeks.

Dark bags outlined his sockets, tired wrinkles crowning the corners of his pink, flushed eyes.

“Jason,” his name softly rolled off your tongue, making the man sniffle after he lowers his avoided gaze.

Your arms snugly wrap around his neck, your hand cradling his head towards your shoulder. His muscles remained stiff three seconds longer before melting, fat tears seeping into the shoulder of your hoodie.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, baby.” His weak voice trembles, scattered breath steaming against the damp fabric. Please, don’t be angry with me.

You’d never be angry with him. You trust him to never hurt you.

“I forgive you,” came your gentle reply, but it would take a while for the shame to slip off his nerves. For now, you held the tall, large man against your frame, quietly comparing him to a ridiculously large teddy bear you’d win at a boardwalk carnival.

“I’ll get you another mug,” he murmurs against your neck, making you huff out an amused breath.

“We have a hundred more in the cabinets,” you mused, referring to your thrift store of a stock that took up two shelf spaces.

“I-“ he tried to speak again, thinking of some other way he could possibly apologize for his outburst, but you weren’t gonna have it.

“Jason, enough,” You cradle his face, wanting to kiss all his tears away straight from the source. “It’s okay. I’m okay, you’re okay. Okay?”

A small part of you wants to smile at how many times that word has been repeated, but it was a chisel on a block of ice when it came to Jason. A warmed chisel, hoping to strike an impact on his troubled mind faster than anything else.

He’d let you break him harder than he broke your possessions, even when it was never intentional. He’d let you harm him worse than he ever did towards the criminals, the ‘so-called victims’ from his Lazarus youth.

He’d watch your hand raise, yet it never struck, it soothed. When he believed everything in his new life grew more hateful and cruel, the graze of your fingertips remained subtly sweet. Pure autumn honey and warm milk for his battered soul.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you settle, running your fingers through his sweat curled locks nearly flattened down along the top of his head. The consequences of wearing a helmet for many hours at a time.

“Go take a shower. I’ll make you those cinnamon roll pancakes you like, then you can get some sleep. Okay?”

A tinge of a smile formed on the corner of his lip, albeit temporary, it was still visible.

“Okay.”

#Jason Todd #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #dc jason todd #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x y/n #jason peter todd #I can make cinnamon roll pancakes #he likes them he told me himself #in case anyone noticed #I’m not happy with Gotham War #Gotham War

[k00283645]

Based off two dolls from the curiosity shop. I made these prints at home and I didn't like how they turned out, so I might try it again soon

#temporary #childhood #dolls #gender rolls #print #relief print

[grievetherat]

My two weed smoking girlfriends

#beatles #the rolling stones #the beatles #rolling stones #mick jagger #john lennon #why is this weirdly gender envy #jk hahaha #weed smoking gfs