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yall better be just as outraged about this as you were about notre dame

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Winter

It is the most beautiful of times of frosty streets and Christmas rhymes upon the threshold lies a magical guest dancing with the wind in a merry white dress in the season of fires and warmth and reindeer flying north Rays of sunshine escape the skies to the snowy pine trees, a merry surprise soon the clouds merge into a twilight scene and thus begins a winter night so long, so serene

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“I came to learn that women have never had a history or culture of leisure. (Unless you were a nun, one researcher later told me.) That from the dawn of humanity, high status men, removed from the drudge work of life, have enjoyed long, uninterrupted hours of leisure. And in that time, they created art, philosophy, literature, they made scientific discoveries and sank into what psychologists call the peak human experience of flow. Women aren’t expected to flow. I read feminist leisure research (who knew such a thing existed?) and international studies that found women around the globe felt that they didn’t deserve leisure time. It felt too selfish. Instead, they felt they had to earn time to themselves by getting to the end of a very long To Do list. Which, let’s face it, never ends. I began to realise that time is power. That time is a feminist issue.”

— Brigid Schulte: Why time is a feminist issue (via librarianbyday)

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My pen flows happily on this merry sunny day

With the echo of bird songs and a kid’s play

Is it not odd to be happy with only your face in my mind

On our way to the moon on a love so brave and so kind

The memories are as sure to me as the scars on our skin

From the flames of stars within, how can beauty be a sin?

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LOVE ME

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Ladies and gentlemen, and everyone in between, and everyone beyond.

[thereaderx]

Gender abolition, but make it:

clothes sorted by body shape and style, instead of gender

removing unnecessary gender markers from non-medical documents like a driver’s license

genderless bathrooms where the stalls have floor-to-ceiling walls for privacy

abolishing gendered toys, colors, professions, hobbies, etc.

they/them as the default if you don’t know someone

And NOT:

trans and non-binary people being barred from identifying with and expressing their gender

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Beautiful <3

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Winter

It is the most beautiful of times of frosty streets and Christmas rhymes upon the threshold lies a magical guest dancing with the wind in a merry white dress in the season of fires and warmth and reindeer flying north Rays of sunshine escape the skies to the snowy pine trees, a merry surprise soon the clouds merge into a twilight scene and thus begins a winter night so long, so serene

[thereaderx]

Prisoner

Not quite incarcerated

It feels like for freedom I've waited

Mentally this life has been unjust

Trying to wipe off the emotional rust

I've tried to remain unchained

But the ties remain

Psychological strain

As I'm cursing this rain

The concept of freedom seems so appealing

Life is often misleading

It's not easily achieved

As they would have you believe

How do you achieve free?

Is it through social distance

Corona says no

Is it by not caring about money

Not if you want a home

Is it by chasing your dreams

If you can work out how

I don't know what free is

I'm chained

To the pursuit of money

I'm chained

To the pursuit of happiness

I'm forever tethered

To my worldly belongings

I'm forever chained

To my family

Truth is as long as you are connected

You will never be free

No matter how I say

free my soul

The prisoner is me

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i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seven

and my reply is

pink

because i am a girl

and pink

is a princess color.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am ten

and i like

green

because a boy told me that pink

is lame and girly.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am thirteen

and i tell them

purple

it is unique and spunky

like i want to be.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seventeen

and i just say

red

i do not say

it is bright and angry at the world

as i am

i cannot form the words to express

all of my frustrations

so i paint my lips with

rage.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty

and it’s pink

i remember the joy

of being a child

i reclaim the freedom

of femininity

because i cannot remember

what my shoulders felt like

before the depression

hung from them.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty-six

and my answer is

brown

it confuses most people

they don’t see it

they may think of dirt

and dust

and dead things

but it is coffee with friends

and the chocolate chip cookies

my mom used to make.

it is my hair

and my eyes

amber and gold

in the sun

and i love myself

again