#ahhh not my feminist literature books

[wh1sp3rr]

thinking fluffy thoughts of u & katsu !

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You sit at your vanity, back straight, Hello Kitty headband on, and begin pressing little dots of creamy white into your face, slowly massaging and bringing it out to where your skin stops and your hair starts.

Katsuki’s on your bed, one leg crossed over another, reading one of your feminist literature books, page turning every few minutes; he was a voracious reader after all.

Your focus on your reflection, on the meticulous routine you’ve perfectly curated, doesn’t allow you to notice the quick few glances Bakugo shoots at you, so curious and in awe of how pretty you look.

He never really had a skincare routine since he was blessed by the gods above with glassy clear skin, though he was always down for you working your magic on him by warming some sort of balm or essence into his skin or even the two of you putting on face masks together.

He’s always so aware of how different your dorm room is to his: how your bed is stacked with blankets and how your books were perfectly organized; your vanity with its massive oval mirror and the pretty string lights you have lacing its woody body.

He hears you slap your skin repeatedly, softly but still loud enough for it to break the threshold of silence that was once blanketing the room. He slots his fingers between the front cover and the page he’s at right now as to not lose his place when he speaks.

“What are you doing?” he asks, genuinely concerned.

“It’s serum,” you reply, still focused on the action in your large mirror.

He laughs breathily, “Okay... but why are you slapping your face?”

“It increases the blood flow to the skin.”

“And that does…?” he continues. You turn around in your seat, lacy pink silk robe swaying as you move.

“Honestly, I don’t even know,” you chuckle humbly, “but I know it’s supposed to be good for you,” you turn back around, continuing with your next step.

He walks over, book still in hand, and looks down at you before staring at you in the mirror, watching your precise motions with your fingertips. They circle a newer, thinner cream into your face and you glide it up your cheekbones, noticing the slight face lift it gives you each time you’d pull. You eye the corner of the mirror, Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar low in Katsuki’s hand.

“That a good book?” you ask, eyes honed in on your hands dragging the slick down your neck now.

He sighs, a quick break into humility. “Oh yeah, I’ve read it before.”

Your eyes widen and smile grows then turn around in your seat to look up at him; he immediately follows and smiles back down at you, “You’ve read The Bell Jar?”

He laughs gently: boyish. “Yeah, we did some of her poems in middle school and I liked them so…” he slaps the book against his hand, “just read her book. It’s the only one she’s got.”

“Oh yeah, I knew that,” you emphasize, “that’s why I bought it. Still haven’t found the time to read it though…” you trail off.

He drops his hand with the book and gives you a little frown, “You should. It’s good, I think you’d like it.”

You smile up at him then turn around and finish off your routine, “I’ll start it tonight.”

He still hovers over you, watches you peel off your headband then carefully put on your bonnet, leans down and presses a kiss between your exposed shoulder blades, “You look very pretty.”

“Thank you,” you smile, and you grab his free hand, rub your thumb over the two fingers it can reach back and forth.

“Want me to do your skincare?” you offer.

He puts the book down on the one spot of empty space, “Sure,” he says casually, like he wasn’t hoping you’d ask him that.

“Okay, go into the bathroom and wash your face!” you excitedly say, and he agrees, calmly follows your orders. “Wait!” you interrupt his egress.

He doesn’t say anything and instead waits for what you have to say; you bring your pretty red-bowed Hello Kitty headband and over his head, tip-toeing and arms stretching to reach his height even while he leans down to accommodate, and pull it up to hairline, spiky blond tufts sticking out over the soft white plush. “Much better,” you nod, smiling. “Now off you go,” you shoo him away.

“Okay, Mom,” he sarcastically obeys.

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[nicklightbunny]

ahhh fuck i dropped my feminist literature books … my feminist literature books . ah fuckkk

[ms-hells-bells]

hi, hope ur well!! I know that every so often the "heterosexuality and feminism" discussion comes up and the degree to which (if at all) you can support liberation while in hetero marriage/dating is debated, so I don't want to start that, but I was wondering if u had any texts on the topic you would recommend?

i think first of all, to understand why so many women push towards het marriage as opposed to their own rights in the first place, i recommend reading right wing women by andrea dworkin. it makes you feel sympathetic and understanding of the mindset of het married/het aligned women and their conflict in general.

in terms of the complexity between heterosexuality and feminism and dating, i know there are texts that talk about it, but my memory is so terrible that i can’t think of them, so i need help if any of you guys remember which ones do :’) there are definitely books on arguing in favour of female separatism too, which are excellent reads. ahhh, i’ve read so many books and yet i can’t think of any atm! sorry i’m not of help :( it also doesn’t help that most of the biggest radfem authors are/were married to men, so they’re less likely to write about it, and for many decades until pretty recently, het second wave feminists only considered separatism “lesbian separatism”, and didn’t even think of doing it as straight women. much of the separatist literature you’ll find are lesbian separatism by lesbians. if no one adds to this post, have a look through the work of cordelia fine, sheila jeffreys (sadly, she is a political lesbian who claims she “chose to become a lesbian for feminism”. ugh), andrea dworkin....i don’t think catherine mackinnon has gone into this topic...  but yeah, i even had a quick search and it’s all lesbian separatism, with an unfortunate mix of political lesbianism.

you may even be better off looking for tumblr essays.