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[avagaiaradwild]

Pregnancy is not "inconvenient"

Missing the bus is inconvenient.

Losing your purse is inconvenient

Pregnancy is intrusive, risky and life-changing and no one should have to justify not wanting to go through it.

[avagaiaradwild]

you know what? normalize ruthlessly mocking men’s interests completely unprovoked the same way they’ve spent years mocking pumpkin spice lattes and pop music and animal crossing and the sims and every other completely harmless thing women often enjoy. I Love Revenge

[avagaiaradwild]

Not to sound like a misandrist, but it's crazy how men project on women so much to think WE are the sex that's only useful for fecundation when, from a solely biological (quite dehumanizing) context, it's literally them. Women have two biological roles: providing the ovum in fecundation AND creating and carrying the fetus throughout pregnancy; as a plus, we are the ones that feed the baby once it is born by lactating. Meanwhile, men's only biological role is to provide sperm in fecundation; that is merely 33% of women's. And, to even be able to reach fecundation, the male animals must first do their best to impress the female and convince her that he is enough for her taste. Lmfao.

[avagaiaradwild]

todays been kindof a lil hell.

ive been in deeper pits, this time i have the words of women to hold my hand.

the love of my friends makes me stronger, wiser, kinder to myself, even when im walking in the shadows of men. i (still) keep my eyes wide open.

i try to justify myself and convince them, (still,) as if to prove my sanity: but sleep has been easier since the truth has shone for me, and truths that are confirmed everyday, walking over this luscious, abundant planet as a female human being. as much as i wish i was wrong, daily happenings prove me right as men keep the boots on our necks another day, another week, another decade, another century, yet another time.

i never wanted to hate men, i wanted to love them: but more n more what was done to me, and what i later rather than never realized is done to women all over, led me to give up that desire in exchange for feeling what is rightfully mine to feel: anger, resentment, disgust, despise and deathwishing for the violence that is truly their millenary, planetary and consistent habit of pleasure.

i make myself stronger by reading as much as i can, as much as i can read, as much as i can handle, as much as time, health and the consequences of their violence may allow me- of what women have to say about being a woman in this world, about whats been done to us, about what we are capable of. about the intrinsec value of our lives. no matter how many times we've been forgotten, erased, ignored, minimized, hidden or destroyed.

my favorites are the ones that speak with the power of courage, the direct ones, the fluid talk, the understandable simplicity of naming names. the truth is powerful and piercing.

im proud to say i have friends who do and continue to fight for women, to value women, to rescue womens history, to build womens culture, to streghten womens bonds with each other. im proud to say i know women and i know of women who have recognized their humanity and the humanity of their peers. who have found themselves amongst their peers.

to value our voice and the voices of our sisters, current living or long gone, is to understand we are always alone and never alone. we carry their words with us, their strength grows and occupies the starry sky, populates the pantheon of the brave that we keep in our hearts at candlelight.

even from the women that have deeply hurt me, i carry with me their blessings of true love.

i water gardens to keep sisters close.

men rage hell, and today they have, but i can rest better trusting this pathway ive chosen: of honouring the truth, of knowing who are my people, and never running from either.

bless ya, women. 🐈‍⬛