REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG UNTIL THE END OF TIME. ALL. OF. THIS.
You had me until the end. I will forever bring up gay rights and women’s rights and don’t call me racist for caring more about your own women and gay people than you.
one thing that jumps out from my memories of relationships with men is the incessant pushing of boundaries. like regardless of how ‘healthy’ the dynamic appeared somehow that wasn’t enough. there was always some new fantasy to introduce, always existing past the limits i set but with an accompanying “oh you totally don’t have to do it if you don’t want to but also i will obsess over this specific thing and bring it up multiple times until you give in.” that’s how entitlement works to wear down sexual autonomy and to eventually alienate oneself from one’s sexuality, and it impacts so many women in such intimate ways.
memes about punching richard spencer or whatever aren’t the same as graphically describing how you want to beat women you disagree with, men with bad or even unforgivable politics aren’t subject to the same violence fetishism that women who meet the same criteria are and i’d be willing to bet why that is
here’s an idea: notice toxic trends in your behavior and, idk, change them
the fact that people are complaining on this post that they can’t change their behaviors that hurt others because they have x mental illness and We Can’t All Be Neurotypical Karen is absolutely fucking wild. do you realize your arguments have come full circle to being indistinguishable from the most crude, generic “mentally ill people are inherently dangerous and/or abusive” ableist rhetoric? you always have the agency to address the ways in which you are hurting others (or yourself). maybe not instantly. maybe not effortlessly. but it IS within your abilities and it is something you owe to your community and yourself
and ultimately, having a mental illness doesn’t make your harmful behavior somehow not harmful. nothing will ever give you the right to put someone else through trauma.
i love jane eyre but honestly imagine being friends with that bitch. like imagine trying to convince her to leave rochester and she’s like idk and you’re like he called u ugly???? he keeps his secret wife locked in the attic???? wake up???? and then you think she finally has it sorted out and she calls you a few months later like “his wife killed herself and burned down the house so it’s cool we’re getting married” like !!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DO YOU GO TO THAT WEDDING!!!!!!
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