Anyone who read my blog in the 2000’s knows about my misogynistic phase. Today, I sometimes see young transfemmes talk similarly.
Anyone who read my blog in the 2000’s knows about my misogynistic phase. Today, I sometimes see young transfemmes talk similarly.
I’ve started using she/her pronouns. Partially due to feeling more ownership of womanhood. Partially for usability.
Being a woman is kind of like being a cyclist in a city where cars represent men. How safe is that in your city?
Though I feel there ARE substantial cultural pressures that are unfair to women, I believe that a lack of empathy is the root cause misogyny.
I dug up some of the terrible websites I made as a teenager. First I was nostalgic. Then I was horrified and embarrassed. Wanna see!?
I’m anti-abortion and pro-choice. The first is pretty much universally agreed upon, but the second half is passionately disputed.
For most of my life, I have worked on me. I have been making quiet internal efforts to analyze who I am, what I want, and who I should spend my time with. Because of this I now have a superpower.
There are hundreds of things that women look for in a man. Each woman may prioritize them differently, but given enough time they could write an Encyclopedia Britannica of things that they want in a man. Quite frankly, those things just aren’t who we are.
Some sociology and relationship experts (whatever those are) assert that no one will ever experience the passion and excitement of their first relationship again, and that they should completely forget their first relationships. As much as this feels like common sense to me, I feel resistant to the notion.