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The virtual sanctuary of a Trixie of the oddest variety; as described by others, ze's a queer, liberal, crippled Muslim. As described by zirself, ze is. Take the red pill, follow zir down the rabbit hole, buy the ticket and take the ride... whatever you want to call it, you can join zir here, for as long as ze is.

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Things Trixie Loves

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whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism because other people shouldn’t shame me for wanting to be a single mom

This. Fucking this. Always.

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Love this! It’s so true & perfect!

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This is why gender neutral bathrooms are necessary

Some places around here have gender neutral bathrooms...

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All things truly wicked start from innocence.

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His shirt reads “They gave me a medal for killing two men, and a discharge for loving one.”

You are a bad-ass.

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Posts tagged "violence"

vizzz:

(10 women who were killed in hate crimes. the other 20 are located here.)

A beautiful artistic tribute. Now we need to honor these women by working to make certain no one else is murdered, assaulted, or victimized by violence based on their gender identity or gender expression (and someday, that people are not victimized by violence at all, though I fear this is truly unattainable).

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What is wrong with our world that creates a place where women—or anyone—are not only willing to be beaten for so-called love, but actually offer themselves up for beating in order to be with someone they find attractive?

People, 2 things: 1. Violence is not acceptable. Violence against someone you supposedly love is especially heinous. 2. Seriously.

And I don’t think they do!

Bill Maher, on whether people have the right to religious belief

No, I think if she was a man, he would have thrown a haymaker!

Martin Bashir, about the controversy surrounding Governor Jan Brewer’s body language during a “confrontation” with President Obama

On Priorities

The only thing worse than Netflix splitting into two separate companies is poverty, war, rape, abuse, and every single real crisis in the world.

On The Cons of Auto-Correct…

It’s probably a bad thing when my friend J—- tries to write vulgar words in my homework, and Open Office auto-corrects to a horribly violent word instead.

I blame my classes (Criminal Law, Capitalism, and Muslim World History to 1600). But still. Not looking good for my pacifist stance.

Being triggered does not mean “being upset” or “being offended” or “being angry,” or any other euphemism people who roll their eyes long-sufferingly in the direction of trigger warnings tend to imagine it to mean. Being triggered has a very specific meaning that relates to evoking a physical and/or emotional response to a survived trauma. To say, “I was triggered” is not to say, “I got my delicate fee-fees hurt.” It is to say, “I had a significantly mood-altering experience of anxiety.” Someone who is triggered may experience anything from a brief moment of dizziness, to a shortness of breath and a racing pulse, to a full-blown panic attack. A survivor of sexual violence who experiences a trigger is experiencing the same thing as a soldier who experiences a trigger, potentially even including flashbacks. Like many soldiers who return from war, many survivors of sexual violence are left with post-traumatic stress disorder. Unlike soldiers, however, they are not likely to receive much sympathy, or benefit from attempts to understand, when they are triggered. Instead, triggered survivors of sexual violence are dismissed as oversensitive, as hysterics, as humorless, as weak. Well. Trivializing the concerns of a person whose traumatic experience of sexual violence has been triggered is a legitimate response. But it’s not a very kind or decent one. I will never understand why anyone wants to be the total jerk who evokes someone’s memories of being assaulted by blindsiding hir with a rape joke (or image, or metaphor, or whatever), in the guise of “humor.” No “joke” is worth triggering someone. Not if you understand what triggering someone really means.

- “Survivors Are So Sensitive”

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On Rape Culture at UMF

Yesterday afternoon the campus recieved an e-mail about a rape that occurred in town to a student here. The man who is accused of raping her was seen on campus. We’re all to be on the look-out, and if we see him call the police, since he’s banned from campus.

I spent the rest of the day nervous, anxious, scared, angry, all of those things that I feel when I suddenly realize we’re only as safe as we make ourselves, because there are really people out there who feel like they ought to have more of a right to our bodies than we ourselves do. And we live in a culture where that’s accepted. Where rapes aren’t prosecuted if there’s not enough physical evidence of struggle or torture. Where victims can be raped by friends, family, partners, and it’s somehow less bad. Where all of these things over and over and over. A thousand times this.

I feel unsafe, and it terrifies and enrages me and all I can do is break down.

Was in the Computer Center last night. Just me and two friends, and then a couple people over by the door. Got up to leave. Friends got up. Said I appreciated it, but why were they so insistent on walking me home? Guy over by door said because there’s a rapist on campus. Girl with him asked if he’s serious. Guy over by door tells her about campus-wide e-mail.

Girl says: Was he hot? Seriously? I mean, it’d suck if she had ugly babies. … so what, is there just this really horny guy wandering around?

So angry. So shocked. Said nothing. Just left. Said nothing. Spent night tossing, turning, dissociating. Throwing up not because was ill but because felt so sick. How could someone ever think it was okay to make those types of jokes?

Someone was raped. Someone on this campus. Maybe someone you know, maybe not. Shouldn’t matter. Someone was victimized. Someone’s body, right to her own body, right to decide what happens to it, was taken. Stolen. Someone was violated mind, body, soul. Someone will live with that violation every day for the rest of their life.

And you joke about it? You think it’s funny?

And I said nothing. Someone made a joke about rape in front of me, someone made a joke about someone else’s victimization, and I said nothing. And I know that on some level it’s stupid of me—but by saying nothing I not only revictimized myself and anyone else who happened to hear her, but participated in acknowledging and accepting the very rape culture on this campus and in this country which allows people to think it’s okay to rape in the first place.

I am not just a failure as a survivor in this moment. In this moment, I am a perpetrator. Because I did not speak.

That’s what that night was all about, mutilation, more than violence
through sex. I really do feel as though I was psychologically mutilated
that night and that now I’m trying to put the pieces back together
again. Through love, not hatred. And through my music. My strength has
been to open again, to life, and my victory is the fact that, despite it
all, I kept alive my vulnerability.

Tori Amos, about “Me & A Gun”