no one ever wants to mention that marsha p johnson was also a sex worker
no one ever wants to acknowledge that sex workers have always been on the frontline of most radical historical movements
miss major and sylvia rivera were also sex workers and all of them used money from their sex work to keep lgbt kids from homelessness
Brenda Howard, the mother of Pride, was also a sex worker. Sex workers (particularly trans and bi sex workers) were instrumental to forming the modern queer and LGBTQ+ liberation front. If your praxis and activism doesn’t include and uplift sex workers and sex worker rights, then it’s nothing more than a sham.
types of girls: 1. syrup that tastes so sweet but leaves a stickiness that won’t leave 2. docile dandelions that blow away and leave you forever 3. animal bones that crush under your jaw 4. home
What Do This Mean .
i can’t explain my poetry often.
aight
for you people who think this is funny and honestly dont get my poem i will spell it out for you in 6th grade format. if you guys still dont understand after this I can reblog this again and explain in baby talk.
1. syrup that tastes so sweet but leaves a stickiness that wont leave
means that girls who are so great/amazing whatever but she moved on or
doesnt like you or whatever so she never leaves your head.hence the
stickiness that wont leave.
2. docile dandelions that blow away
and leave you forever. this can mean a few things but basically a
fragile girl who gets hurt and leaves you. “blow away” meaning you blew
on her (the dandelion) metaphor for you hurting her.
3. animal
bones that crush under your jaw. okay i understand how this is confusing
to some but its really the bad girls the rebels the girls who are
labeled “sluts”
4. home. you feel safe around her she is inside
you like a home you are inside her and never want to leave. she makes
you feel comfortable she makes you feel warm she is typically a
girlfriend a wife. do i need to explain more about this one?
Im
going to tag this under my major tags so the stupid people who come
visit my blog after seeing a reblog of that “WHAT DO THIS MEAN” with the
black guy or whatever it was can understand that i didnt just write
random stuff. im not saying that poem was good but im saying it makes
sense but it wont make sense if you’re a surface thinker
if anyone has seen this and know someone whos reblogged that stupid post show them this.
i’ve been thinking a lot about the insane dehumanization of north koreans lately (they’re not allowed to smile, they’re all brainwashed, they would let their family die to save a picture of their “dear” leader etc) so here’s another post with pictures from the dprk of north koreans just… being people
it’s revolutionarily eye opening to westerners who’ve been provided nothing but incredibly biased ‘news’ against nk since birth. you are not immune to propaganda
the next big Marvel villain is gonna be named “Killworker” or something and his catchphrase is gonna be “workers of the world unite, we have nothing to lose but our chains” and he’s gonna slit a child’s throat as he says it
everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown
memorial to a marriage; patricia cronin
“on july 24th, 2011- the first day that same sex marriage was legal in new york state, particia cronin and deborah kass got married. that same year the marble ‘memorial to a marriage’ was replaced with a bronze version. rainwater pools in the space between their two sculpted bodies, and falling leaves catch on the metal in the autumn. the two women sleep peacefully through snow and ice, and the scorching days of summer. over time the hands of cemetery visitors will wear down the bronze, burnishing it into a smooth shine. one day this will mark the final resting place of the two women. and someday people will have to remember that there was a time, long ago, when this was a memorial to a marriage that two women never thought they’d have.”
- Caitlin Doughty, on the Death in the Afternoon podcast