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you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

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this too shall pass

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some of my favorite replies to this tweet. happy lesbian visibility week!

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From @ pinkpillled on tiktok

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talking to people while holding a beverage is awesome because you don't have to know what to do with your hands and when you don't know what to do with your face you can just take a sip

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Most of the trouble in the world is caused by men wanting to be important

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radfems reblog this if it’s okay to inbox you for a casual chat sometimes. I need more friends on here, I’ve had a radfem blog for like 6 months but haven’t made any acquaintances really

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joins tumblr to pass time

becomes a radical feminist

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that’s the terf way, welcome!

yet another episode of "agreeing with feminists while condemning feminists"

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I think part of why there’s suddenly so much “confusion” about what a woman is, is that it’s much harder to argue philosophy than policy. Because, you know, whether the people saying ‘female’ is such a nebulous concept really believe it or are just being disingenuous, they can certainly derail any conversation they’d like.

You can spend years in a philosophy class debating about the metaphysics of a chair, but if your boss tells you to purchase 100 chairs and you purchase 100 couches, you’ll both know you’ve done something wrong. 

But how do you argue something as basic as a definition with someone determined to ignore reality? If you hold up a pear and insist it’s an apple, insist the dictionary definition of ‘apple’ is incorrect, how do we advance in our discussion? If I relent and agree to pretend a pear is an apple, how do we discuss the differences between the two? If I hold fast, then you’ve stymied the discussion; we cannot make decisions or share opinions if we each believe the same word has two different meanings. You’ve created a language barrier within a single language! Defeated words’ very purpose! Blocked communication before it began!

Just think: every word in this post has a precise definition. If it didn’t, this post would have no meaning. And if this post made you angry, then know you already understand its basis. Just think: with no method of communication you could neither agree nor disagree with the ideas set forth, so, otherwise why would you be angry? 

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crazy how radfems keep popping up in leftist spaces and in lgbt spaces and in your internet circles even though you dont have anything in common with them. really weird how this happens with radfems only and not any other group you vehemently disagree with. almost as if what you believe and what radfems believe are not diametric opposites... but no, that cant be it..

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

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The amount to which men use technology to prevent women from being feminists or engaging with feminist content is truly mind blowing.

If you want to find feminist content on this website, you must be willing to subject yourself to “feminization” porn, sissy porn, hypno porn. The more you tag your own posts with “feminism”, the more your For You page here will associate your “tastes” with porn, because men have flooded our tags with porn. But when I first started looking into radfem tags, tumblr added a big blurb on my page telling me radical feminist content was NSFW.

If you want to find feminist content on Reddit, men will ensure that they are the moderators of the sub, and if they’re not, they shut the sub down for hate speech. If you type in the search bar trying to find content about women, you have to wade through the porn subs.

Boys in school are using AI to make porn of their classmates. YouTube and TikTok algorithms direct their consumers to more radicalizing content, which trends towards the violent and conservative. Men dominate the podcast scene and online gaming, and sexually harass and dox women who dare to enter the fray. Instagram has become a free-for-all for child predators and pedophiles.

But if a woman tries to make a woman-only app to find female roommates in Australia, she gets sued for hate crimes.

Men have weaponized every aspect of the internet into berating and belittling women.

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if i don’t respond this is why cause people don’t argue in good faith at all

i don't bother arguing with people online anymore because you can think of a well-rounded response that you even gather sources for just for them to respond with, "go kill yourself" or better yet, not responding directly at all and resorting to making posts indirecting you with insults. the average person is a fucking neanderthal banging their clubs against their keyboards