The smell of dust after rain

diarrheaheartfailure:

feministsaresexist:

permutationofninjas:

the2ndsaint:

See, men, here’s the thing you don’t get: You’re not entitled to *shit*. Not a fuckin’ thing. You’re not entitled to a girl’s body, attention, time, you-name-it. She doesn’t appreciate your hitting on her and *dares* to say so? Yep, she can do that, and if your first reaction is “that bitch!”, then guess what, you’re not the “nice guy” you think you are — you’re a fucking douchebag who’s so used to getting what he wants that you can’t stomach another person saying “no.”

I am *so* fucking sick of men not getting it. Women are not property. They’re not second-class citizens, despite your treating them as such. Our “rights” are not what you think they are. Get a fuckin’ clue.

Actually, we do get it, you fucking moron.

We’re just looking for little things, like, I don’t know, not being discriminated against by law in the courts, health care spending, reproductive rights, government issue representation, support for victims of domestic violence and rape, the list goes on.

If men aren’t entitled to basic human rights like that….well you can go fuck yourself, dear.

Sometimes my hatred for bigoted, self-centered, illogical feminists is too strong for words.

Man, I love it when a wave of statistics and hard analysis wash away antique assumptions formed by a plaque of innate gender bias or at least the perception of men being completely pristine and unaffected by any system ever.

But also, OP

I know I’m not entitled to your body. But you are not entitled to mine either. I mean that specifically in reference to the girl who grabbed at my dick out of nowhere at a dance last weekend and proceeded to tell me that I’m “such a waste” over and over while I was trying to talk to my friend about other shit.

Men and women are different and we both have sets of privileges that need to be addressed with myths on both sides being perpetuated. Let’s leave it at that! Thank you!

I love everyone! PEACE AND HAPPINESS. END OF STORYYY

The other day my friend and I were discussing why women who sleep around are “whores,” and men who sleep around are “studs.” Then he turns to me and goes “Jen, have you heard about the Lock and Key metaphor?”

Yes, I have fucking heard about the goddamn Lock and Key metaphor, but if you haven’t, let me tell it to you. It’s quite simple.

A key that can open any lock is called a “master key”. But a lock that can be opened by any key is just a shitty lock. 

Out of respect for my friend (and the fact that we live together) I chose not to beat the living shit out of him. (Which is quite a legitimate threat, considering my history in martial arts.) Hence this rant. 

People who believe this metaphor to be fact make me want to smash their heads into walls, or car windshields at least. Because I’m sorry, but if you believe this, then you are sexist. My friend didn’t believe he was—(“It’s true though!”)—but really, this is the foundation of modern day sexism. The idea that women are losing something when they have sex and men are only giving or gaining themselves social status is a fabrication of a male-orientated world. Let me explain.

A woman’s private parts are not a lock. They are a goddamn iron fortress and, unless you are a rapist, she will not sleep with you unless she wants to. Women generally have less sexual partners for two reasons: 1) because we’re generally a bit more selective with who we sleep with and 2) Because we fear we will be judged if we sleep with too many people. 

Lets review the contradictions in those statements. We choose to have less sexual partners, because if we have more, we are whores. Men who are less selective with their sexual partners and sleep with more women, are studs. (If you’re having a “wait, what?” moment right here, then you’re doing it right.) 

So let me say this: Women, there is nothing wrong with enjoying sex as much or more than men. This doesn’t make you a whore any more than it makes a man a stud. It means you are confident in your possession of your body and you can do whatever the fuck you want with it, and anyone who disagrees needs to be woken up with a bucket-full of the 21st century in their face. 

Haters, you know where the unfollow button is.