#reclaiming stereotypes

[bi-dykes]

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[cluster-b-culture-is]

Cluster b culture is being mad that your personality disorders are demonized in media and only portrayed as serial killers in horror movies,,,but also having those same characters being your favorites and projecting your disorder onto them anyways bc "omg they're just like me fr"

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[nexus-nebulae]

does anyone have any genuine resources on how to know if you have moral ocd without focusing on religion. all the symptom lists i can find literally include "not feeling worthy of gods love" and like i only just now started thinking seriously about god for the first time in a decade less than a few months ago. i dont care. i just want to know if quite literally crying begging for people to tell me whether I'm doing something wrong nearly daily is uh. not average.

[pigsongpearls]

Reclaiming the Pig

1. The Pig as a Symbol of Male Excess and Misuse of Power

In many Western cultures, the image of the “chauvinist pig” or “dirty old man” is tied to male entitlement, unchecked desire, and abuse of power. Calling a man a pig often points to a violation of social or sexual boundaries — not just earthy appetite, but disrespectful, greedy, predatory behavior. So for many feminists, the “pig” becomes shorthand for a system of patriarchy that treats others — often women — as objects for consumption.

In that framework, to call someone a pig is not about critiquing bodily desire per se, but about the dehumanizing way that desire is acted out, often at someone else's expense.

2. But the Pig Is Not Always That Pig

What Pig Song does — is reclaim the pig from this narrow and negative reading. The pig it describes (and feels tenderness for) is not the power-abusing, arrogant figure — but the abjected, sensual, earth-bound, wounded one. A creature of soil, hunger, vulnerability, and song.

And yes — in mythology, folk tales, and non-Western cultures, the pig often holds sacred, fertile, even divine meaning. Think of Zhu Bajie in Chinese folklore — often mocked, but deeply human and full of pathos. Or Celtic pigs associated with abundance and the otherworld. Attraction to pig-men may connect with that symbolic lineage: not the dominating boor, but the tender, earthy, tragicomic being.

3. Cultural Scripts and Discomfort

It makes sense that some people would feel uncomfortable when you describe pig-men as attractive, because the pig image still triggers a deeply ingrained cultural script — one tied to disgust, danger, or disrespect. Reclaiming the pig means confronting internalized ideas about bodies, dirt, appetite, and masculinity — things many people have been taught to fear or judge.

But discomfort can also be fertile ground. When you are gently disrupting symbolic hierarchies, opening space for a more nuanced understanding of desire — one that allows for messiness, tenderness, and dignity in places where we’ve been told not to look.

4. Desire as Reclamation

This attraction is itself a kind of resistance — against sanitized, idealized, or disembodied notions of what is lovable or dignified. Not being attracted to power or status, but to softness, embodiment, imperfection, soil. That’s radical — and deeply human. And maybe even healing.

[clowncarfullofrats]

I love being an "evil alter" like fuck yea im an evil gay bastard. Persecutor faggotry. I'm a bitchhh and I'll throw a brick at you

[xx-purg3-m4rch-xx]

makes big beautiful sparkly eyes theres media that shows psychosis as a superpower? do you promise?

[grossdyke]

no but if i have to see the term girl-anything ever again i think i will kill myself

[bi-dykes]

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Note: this is jokey flag simply a reclaiming the stereotype that bisexuals are impure and vile <3

[angelthingy]

terfs be so crazy cus they be calling trans women perverts and rapists who r trying to burn down science and logic while indoctrinating children into their cult of medication and then this is us:

[undergiants]

I feel like I definitely have a lot of internalized lesbiphobia that I'm finally starting to heal from now embracing that I am a lesbian.

I was always internally justifying my odd anger at both the label lesbian and the lesbian community. While I still have my disagreements with the toxic attitudes that can exist within the community, it's like a certain fire in my heart as extinguished.

I think a lot of it stemmed from jealousy, I yearned to be something that with all the excuses I told myself I could not be. It's also healing to know that I with this identity, my true self in hand, I can validate and comfort those that the community can often be toxic or judgemental to.

[mysticfemme]

I haven't been counting the days but I bought a basic oil cleanser on saturday and I've been using it every other day to try to reduce the appearance of the sebaceous filaments on my face. they're really prominent and it's always bothered me but I never knew what they were or how to fix them. I saw a video explaining what they were and how to reduce their appearance. so far I can't tell if there's any change, but obv it's too early to know. I've never had a skincare routine before but I'd quite like to start putting more effort in and this feels like a good start

[mercuriart]

hmmm i want to be. a little bit controversial. but i fear this is the no nuance no critical thinking webbed site. and i don't want to start discourse on this account. ill just. tags.

[gattmammon]

So the rule is: no children. It used to be "No children, no women", but that's a little sexist, isn't it?

It's not... Ok, so maybe it is a little bit about morality. The people I kill are by and at large massive scumbags, and those who aren't are always the kind of people who fully expect a bullet to the head sooner or later - journalists, activists, people like that. People who are willing to die for the cause, and who am I to get in the way of their martyrdom due to personal scruples.

I mean, who do you think hires people like me? I am a professional, I work with other professionals. Organised crime, mostly. A few billionaires, at least the ones i know won't immediately go to tattle on Twitter. The occasional black ops job, although those are always almost more risk than they're worth. Professional stuff.

I used to do personal - spouses, parents, coworkers, stuff like that - keyword "used", at the very beginning, when I was trying to find my footing. The moment i could, i stopped. Personal is so messy. The clients get cold feet and change their mind, or are intimidated by the police and sell you out, or just don't realise what it means to kill a person until they are dead, at which point they try to kill *you* as revenge.

What I'm trying to get at is, if he was an adult trying to get me to get rid of some nasty coworkers or something, I would have said no before the words were even out of his mouth. But he's not an adult, is he.

I don't know who his mother is, but considering what his current stepmother looks like, tanning poolside just out the big panoramic window, she was probably a bombshell, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say the poor boy resembles his dad instead, Mr. Vincenzi - short , fat and stout in the most stereotypical italo-american tradition.

He imitates his stern expression fairly well, but his big brown eyes, filled with tears, tell another story, and, well. The responsible thing to do would be to tell him to fuck off. Teachable moment. You can't always get what you want, yadayadayada.

But I don't. Instead, I ask: "Why don't you ask your dad?"

I've seen Vincenzi with him. He calls him "his boy", and the child leans into the touch when he pats his shoulder. I saw them chatting poolside before and Vincenzi's porcine eyes, usually colder than the blade of an icepick, were crinkled with a joyful smile. It seemed authentic.

I mean, one can never truly say, but...

The child - Anthony! Tony, that's his name. How stereotypical - shakes his head. "He wouldn't understand. He'd just get me another bike and tell me to ignore them and focus on my studies."

He speaks English very well, without the exaggerated New York accent his father puts on. It occurs to me this is probably why we are in the most boring suburban mcmansion in history instead of some other situation. A good neighbourhood, good schools. All the possibilities child Vincenzi never had. Without realising, for all of his good will, that his poor child would never take in this neighbourhood, like a weed in the spotless gardens the HOA monitors like an hawk.

"He's not wrong, you know. Who cares about those kids. Get another bike." I glance at the money. "Fuck, kid, that adds up to half a grand. Buy three bikes and just keep showing up on a different one until they move onto a new target."

He shakes his head.

"It's about *respect*," he says, painstakingly imitating the way his father would say it. Then, his voice drops to a whisper, decidedly more child-like. "I tried to ignore them before and it only got worse."

And there it is, the reason why I was listening instead of sending him running.

Not to tell you the story of my life, but puberty started hitting me pretty early. I got big boobs and a nice hairy Italian moustache practically at the same time, at twelve, all the while my parents were divorcing.

There's kids like that in every school and neighbourhood and apartment complex. The little gang looking for the perfect victim, and they smell blood in the water from miles, like sharks. And when you go to the adults in your life, you get the same gamut of responses. Fight back (there's too many). Appeal to the authorities (their asses are more covered than mine). Ignore them (they keep escalating). Most adults are distracted, they have stuff to do that is so much more important than the little dramas that play out in the life of a kid.

Most adults. But the good thing about my job is, you make your own hours.

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I'm on airplanes for most of the following week, so his message hits me a couple days late, but I can't help but smile when it does.

It's a link to a local news story. Apparently, the prized SUVs of three prominent local men all exploded mysteriously during the night, destroying their massive garages in the process. No names are named, but one of the men is a government contractor and another works for an oil company, so the terrorist hypothesis is being explored.

Let them explore. There is no possible connection there. The men were not the target, after all.

The following picture is a selfie from my new friend Tony on his bike, smiling. It's accompanied by an emoji of a little kitty cat giving a thumbs up.

I laugh. He downloaded an emoji app on a burner phone? Oh well, kids will be kids, I tell myself, as I look for an appropriate image of a kitty cat to respond with.

(I made him promise.)

(I said: i don't want money. I want a promise. Kids like that are everywhere. If they smell weakness, they will sink their teeth in. You'll just have to pretend you're tough, even if you don't feel like you are).

(Of course I did it for myself a little bit as well. Certain things you never outgrow. You just grow around them, like tree bark incorporating a bullet after being shot.)

(Promise me, I said. Promise me you'll do your best to be the toughest boy ever, the baddest motherfucker around, even if on the inside you're scared. He looked earnest and serious when he promised. I know he'll do OK, I'm sure, but I also told him he can call me for emergencies).

(Look. At least I didn't kill anybody).

You are a notorious hitman. Seriously one bad mother!@#$er. And this little kid just gave you a big fistful of change to get his bike back from the neighborhood bullies.

[naradreamscape]

Unending hell in my shoes. Good news, there are now very diverse communities of Jewish people all over the world! Bad news, these communities are just as prone to being pro-fascist, pro-acceleration as any other marginalized group is. and boy howdy are they unable to shut the fuck up

[anarkhebringer]

Native OCs with death and/or corruption themes that have lots of ingrained symbolism from their also Native creators my beloved

[leikeliscomet]

Actually I dgaf what tumblr has to say about hip hop and rap music actually because Black art will always be loved and supported by us matter what. Thank you Black women of hip hop and rap for giving us an outlet to be angry and voice our emotions in spite of the angry Black girl trope. Thank you Da Brat, Queen Latifah, Salt and Pepa and more for starting the lane for women in rap and giving us the Black tomboy rapper. Thank you Lil Kim and Foxy Brown for birthing the sexual hypefeminine Black Barbie and crossing hip hop with high fashion. Thank you Missy Elliot for revolutionising production and choreography in hip hop music. Thank you Nicki Minaj for keeping women's rap alive in the 2010s and showing the versatility of rap with pop music. Thank you Rico Nasty for giving us Black female rage and giving us alt Black girl rep. Thank you Doja Cat and Tierra Whack for giving us quirky Black girl rap representation. Thank you Flo Milli, Leikeli47, Megan Thee Stallion, Lola Brooke, Doechii and more for carrying the torch for the next wave. Thank you especially to Doechii again for proving darkskin women can do anything and that our art matters. Thank you RoXXXan, Lioness and Amplify Dot for starting the renaissance of women in UK rap in the 2010s. Thank you Lady Leshurr for putting UK women's rap on the map. Thank you ENNY for giving us the Black British girl anthem, Peng Black Girls. Thank you Little Simz for carrying the UK rap game on your back no matter how long they doubt you, no matter how long it takes the UK industry to recognise your excellence. Thank you Cristale for paving the way for the next generation in the UK.

Thank you Black women of hip hop for giving us representation across the board . That we can be just as masculine just like the men of rap but also as girly and as feminine as can be. That we can reclaim our sexuality either through open sexual expression without shame or none at all no matter the stereotypes thrown at us. That as queer Black women we exist and we can thrive. That no matter the misognyoir, colourism and queerphobia we exist and we will always be here.

Thank you Black women of rap and hip hop. I love you all!