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- I'm in the Women's Room at uni, and I just notice that someone left a note on Caitlin's body image campaign saying:
"I WANT to be 'fat' so that when some guy is sexist or 'rude' I can hit him with all the power of my weight behind me."
Yep...that's basically made my day so far.
- I added one about Amanda Fucking Palmer and her awesomeness and how she flaunts he body even though she's not 'skinny' or has the traditionally attractive female body-type. She makes me feel so much better about myself. She makes me want to PUT ON weight! She is so gorge.
Neil Gaiman is just about the luckiest man in the world.
I also love this outfit of hers:
- I bought myself about 8 new pairs of socks yesterday. 8 new pairs of EXTREMELY PRETTY SOCKS. One pair has TREBLE CLEFS on them, another has sparkly purple stripes, another is kind of leopard-print; also KNEE HIGHS - one purple tartan and another black and white stripes. OM NOM NOM, SO AWESOME.
I think I scared Emily with my franticness over socks.
We also tried clothes shopping but it failed so horribly because suddenly everything in the reasonably priced women's clothes stores have turned frilly to an extremely ugly extent, either that or they're floral in some strange attempt to look vintage but failing. There was nothing really in the second-hand stores either. Pretty disappointing overall.
Plus I was hungry, so I think the combination of hunger pains, Supre and frills drove me temporarily insane. And scared Emily.
I knew there was a reason why I DON'T go into Supre. It seems that every item of clothing in there which doesn't make me cringe with the horrificness of the design, and is at least quarter-of-the-way decent, is placed strategically underneath a speaker so that I'm buffeted back by the gratuitous amounts of bass resonating off the club music which they play in there for some reason.
So basically yesterday's shopping trip was...trippy. It was just surreal. In a very bad way.
But still...SOCKS!
- I just randomly took pictures of my face in profile which strangely enough reassured me about my nose. I'm suspicious though, because every time someone else takes a photo of me, and especially when that photo is put on Facebook, my nose suddenly becomes bigger and more hooked. I'm very self conscious about that. But today it looked straight and not that bad.
I don't trust it.
- My 'e' + acute accent shortcut isn't working. >:|
- I was walking from Northland to uni the other day and I randomly began thinking about what I'd do if I had an intersex child. I don't know if there are any particular 'risks' to a child's health if you don't decide upon an intersex child's gender following birth, but I assume that there are not any, and that the procedure is only there for the parents' comfort. Because, oh my God, it's so embarrassing for us to not know our child's gender. And it's so harmful to our sensibilities. And we've got to decide on one of those little niches, quick!
No fucking way. A parent is in no way entitled to decide what the child's gender is - it's up to the child which way to end up leaning, if at all. Because eventually the child will end up bumping into this concept of 'boy, girl', 'male, female' which have social constructs built up around them. The child will end up conscious of it, and wonder where to fit in. Even if the child does end up conforming to the gender binary in that case, that conformity is the child's choice.
- Yeah, um, transphobia. Basically: this article. The article is badly written itself, but the comments...just...don't even go there. DON'T read them. I'm serious. I was triggered so badly by them that I couldn't sleep.
Probably amplified by the fact that Emily told me about a recent unpleasant experience yesterday. I won't say anything more, since she probably doesn't want news of it spreading too far. But yeah, I'm pissed off.
Just...people's discomfort having impact on the wrong person. I'm sick and tired of it. This world needs seriously education. (EDIT: LOL WAT. "This world needs seriously education". Something really Engrish happened just there.)
I think it should start during childhood, personally, but it's also an important part of sex education.
- Speaking of education, I never identified with anything discussed in sex education classes/workshops at school because little of it had anything to do with my reality. It hacks me off that all we discussed in terms of female reproductive/sexual health is periods, pregnancy/childbirth, and PENIS IN VAGINA SEX LOL. Because, you know, that's the BE ALL AND END ALL of female sexuality. Hold on, I still don't know how the fuck I should pleasure myself. Explain to me again what's important about this tab a in slot b shit? I take it that's what sex is, that's what it is, and I don't like it. Don't mind me while I go and take a roundabout trip to different locations on the gender/sexuality spectrum, using up years and years of emotional energy, as I try to figure out an identity that keeps me as FAR AWAY FROM A COCK AS POSSIBLE. Or you could just, you know, explain human sexuality in a bit more depth. That may save me the hike. Kthnxbai.
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- Hi Moa. Your journal is empty. Put something there. <3
- I'm in the Women's Room at uni, and I just notice that someone left a note on Caitlin's body image campaign saying:
"I WANT to be 'fat' so that when some guy is sexist or 'rude' I can hit him with all the power of my weight behind me."
Yep...that's basically made my day so far.
- I added one about Amanda Fucking Palmer and her awesomeness and how she flaunts he body even though she's not 'skinny' or has the traditionally attractive female body-type. She makes me feel so much better about myself. She makes me want to PUT ON weight! She is so gorge.
Neil Gaiman is just about the luckiest man in the world.
I also love this outfit of hers:
- I bought myself about 8 new pairs of socks yesterday. 8 new pairs of EXTREMELY PRETTY SOCKS. One pair has TREBLE CLEFS on them, another has sparkly purple stripes, another is kind of leopard-print; also KNEE HIGHS - one purple tartan and another black and white stripes. OM NOM NOM, SO AWESOME.
I think I scared Emily with my franticness over socks.
We also tried clothes shopping but it failed so horribly because suddenly everything in the reasonably priced women's clothes stores have turned frilly to an extremely ugly extent, either that or they're floral in some strange attempt to look vintage but failing. There was nothing really in the second-hand stores either. Pretty disappointing overall.
Plus I was hungry, so I think the combination of hunger pains, Supre and frills drove me temporarily insane. And scared Emily.
I knew there was a reason why I DON'T go into Supre. It seems that every item of clothing in there which doesn't make me cringe with the horrificness of the design, and is at least quarter-of-the-way decent, is placed strategically underneath a speaker so that I'm buffeted back by the gratuitous amounts of bass resonating off the club music which they play in there for some reason.
So basically yesterday's shopping trip was...trippy. It was just surreal. In a very bad way.
But still...SOCKS!
- I just randomly took pictures of my face in profile which strangely enough reassured me about my nose. I'm suspicious though, because every time someone else takes a photo of me, and especially when that photo is put on Facebook, my nose suddenly becomes bigger and more hooked. I'm very self conscious about that. But today it looked straight and not that bad.
I don't trust it.
- My 'e' + acute accent shortcut isn't working. >:|
- I was walking from Northland to uni the other day and I randomly began thinking about what I'd do if I had an intersex child. I don't know if there are any particular 'risks' to a child's health if you don't decide upon an intersex child's gender following birth, but I assume that there are not any, and that the procedure is only there for the parents' comfort. Because, oh my God, it's so embarrassing for us to not know our child's gender. And it's so harmful to our sensibilities. And we've got to decide on one of those little niches, quick!
No fucking way. A parent is in no way entitled to decide what the child's gender is - it's up to the child which way to end up leaning, if at all. Because eventually the child will end up bumping into this concept of 'boy, girl', 'male, female' which have social constructs built up around them. The child will end up conscious of it, and wonder where to fit in. Even if the child does end up conforming to the gender binary in that case, that conformity is the child's choice.
- Yeah, um, transphobia. Basically: this article. The article is badly written itself, but the comments...just...don't even go there. DON'T read them. I'm serious. I was triggered so badly by them that I couldn't sleep.
Probably amplified by the fact that Emily told me about a recent unpleasant experience yesterday. I won't say anything more, since she probably doesn't want news of it spreading too far. But yeah, I'm pissed off.
Just...people's discomfort having impact on the wrong person. I'm sick and tired of it. This world needs seriously education. (EDIT: LOL WAT. "This world needs seriously education". Something really Engrish happened just there.)
I think it should start during childhood, personally, but it's also an important part of sex education.
- Speaking of education, I never identified with anything discussed in sex education classes/workshops at school because little of it had anything to do with my reality. It hacks me off that all we discussed in terms of female reproductive/sexual health is periods, pregnancy/childbirth, and PENIS IN VAGINA SEX LOL. Because, you know, that's the BE ALL AND END ALL of female sexuality. Hold on, I still don't know how the fuck I should pleasure myself. Explain to me again what's important about this tab a in slot b shit? I take it that's what sex is, that's what it is, and I don't like it. Don't mind me while I go and take a roundabout trip to different locations on the gender/sexuality spectrum, using up years and years of emotional energy, as I try to figure out an identity that keeps me as FAR AWAY FROM A COCK AS POSSIBLE. Or you could just, you know, explain human sexuality in a bit more depth. That may save me the hike. Kthnxbai.
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- Hi Moa. Your journal is empty. Put something there. <3