how many followers do I need until I get random anons asking me how my day was?
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”"
LOOK HOW CLOSE THEY ARE SITTING
compared to everyone else tho jfc om fg
Girls need to stop wearing crop tops or I might have to resort to action by tickling them and blowing on their tummies bc they’re so darn cute
this post ended well
[Images: A comic about a girl who had a dream where a man told her how to make 1000 paper stars and get a wish. Unlike most kids, who would’ve started right away, she only made a star when she felt lonely or sad. It helped, for some reason. We see her growing up, with no close friends, and the jar of paper stars filling more and more quickly as she gets older. Eventually, on a night where her mother missed her birthday because she had to work late, the girl makes the 1000th star. The man from her dream appears and says he can take her away from this life where she’s invisible, but she simply invites him in to talk with her, because she doesn’t need “to run away from problems or a white knight”, but she just wants a friend.]
Full version of my comic Counting Stars, which I drew for a competition.
This is kind of really beautiful
I need to see no more cosplays for the rest of my life, this one takes the proverbial cake.