Nothing pisses me off more than dudes that’re okay only jerking off to fat women in porn/around the internet, but only specifically date and acknowledge thin women.
You’re a fucking douche canoe.
Don’t forget they’ll still be hitting up fat girls and keep their fat girl creeper pages. Oh but, “they like all girls”.
Mmm a favorite of mine is the “I’m going to like alllll of your photos but only reblog thin blonde women” .
So ,my first boyfriend emotionally and verbally abused me concerning my weight for four years [going so far as to do things like convince me that if I loved him, I would lose weight, put on exercise DVDs for me to do in his living room before we hung out while he surfed the web in his bedroom, critiquing my food choices in restaurants in front of servers and his family, having his mother talk to me about my weight, comparing me to other thin girls and openly flirting with them in front of me and my friends, etc].
Last year, I ran into him for the first time in nearly ten years and do you know what he did? He apologized and confessed that he had always found me attractive but had been ashamed to admit it in public. He abused me into hating myself and my body with a burning passion. He made me think I was undesirable, unlovable, worthless. All because of his fucking ego. It scarred me and ruined my self-esteem for the majority of my teen years and the beginning of my twenties.
And this piece of shit thought that because he had gotten past his shame, that he could dare try to hit on me ten years later by complimenting my looks and apparent confidence; the confidence that I fought and clawed with bloody fingertips to achieve when every time I passed a mirror, I felt like I was glimpsing a monster and every dressing room felt like a hot, tight little hell. I am crying as I type this, but not because I feel sorry for myself, but because I am righteously angry for my little fourteen-year old heart.
I am not your secret fucking fetish. My body is not your shame object.
You don’t have to be arrested to be a considered a real activist.
cosign. And fuck anyone who tries to diminish your activism because you haven’t been arrested and/or refuse to put yourself at risk of being arrested. Which, let’s be honest, Black folks are always at risk of being arrested when we’re just walking down the damn street. So, no, my activism, my movement work, is not predicated on the notion that I or anyone needs to interact with the police state any more than we already fucking have to. And if yours is, you need to stay way to fuck away from me.
One if the main rains I walked away from the Occupy movement when I did. Came back from getting a beverage to find an older Black woman being violently arrested and the homeless people being rousted from the park while the white kids heckled the cops, yet remained unharmed and out of custody. This is after a ” motivational parade” I went to, where we walked through a poor, mostly Black Neighborhood, the young, privileged White leader yelling motivational slogans and unemployment statistics at the locals. It was pretty horrifying and disrespectful.