Cramanda
If you are actually an ally, allow the people you’re allied to the space to complain about the groups you belong to that oppress you.

partpastpartfiction:

edman:

sugaredvenom:

If you know truly that you an an ally, and care about these people then it shouldn’t offend you. You should understand that sometimes venting is necessary, and that it is not an attack on you personally. Step back, look at the bigger picture, and ask yourself why you’re so upset about someone you have privilege over expressing their discontent about the situation. 

This is so good.

YES. YES. 

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes

deafmuslimpunx:

As a little wee lass growing up in Northern England, I used to think that my family and relatives were “primitive,” “filthy,” “backward,” and “inferior,” because we were so different from everyone else. Everyone in my family and the clan ate food with their hands at home, my…

Soooooooooooooo true.

stophatingyourbody:

fatvirginsuicide:

Some Fat Facts

redefiningbodyimage:

captainporkerella:

Golda Poretsky, H.H.C. Body Love Coach:

I’ve been fielding lots of comments of the “how can you be promoting fat?!” and “haven’t you heard of type II diabetes?!” variety. So I’ve…

wrenthewhitetrashprincess:

AMEN
I know how you feel.

I know how you feel.

keepyourcorsetstight:

thechocolatebrigade:

libertyequalitybrotherhood:

agniology:

unknowablewoman:

lotsalipstick:

perrygrant:

lunalovex:

;)

 the sexualisation of a medical condition and a leading cause of preventable death

or just two hot babes being hot because we’re people and we’re allowed to explore our sexuality

^^^ BABES

fat people are allowed to live too you fucking turd

Not for very long, what with the health conditions that inevitably form when you’re that obese. 

And your point is what? You don’t give a shit about their health. I’m sick of fucking assholes with their faux-health concerns and bullshit. This is two women exploring their sexuality and knowing that they’re fucking sexy as all hell. If you can’t handle that then you need to shut the fuck up and get the hell out of the conversation. You need to stop pretending like you gave a damn when all you really care to do is shame them because you can’t handle their sexiness.

It really annoys me when people are like “it’s not healthy!” Because:
A. you don’t actually give a shit. You don’t seriously think that no one knows obesity can be dangerous and you’re informing the public about this risk. You just think they’re ewwy and want to use science to justify your prejudice.
B. Even if it is true that they’re less healthy/”going to die early” (which it’s not in all cases) isn’t it incredibly rude to insult someone for having a disease/disability? Like, if someone reblogged a picture of a girl with cancer you certainly wouldn’t be going “Ewww, way to glamorize cancer….you know she’s going to die any day now, right? Not healthy.” And no, the difference is not that being fat is something you choose. Atleast half the time it has more to do with genes than with what you eat. 
Basically, if someone wants to take a picture in lingerie, they fucking can. The end. It doesn’t matter what their body looks like.

Great Dialogue! and Props to the beauties! I could go on and on about freakishly skinny girls who are overrepresented in the media and nobody says anything about that. The reality is what you see on the outside does not project whether someone is healthy or not. I want to caps the last sentence in the previous reblog:BASICALLY, IF SOMEONE WANTS TO TAKE A PICTURE IN LINGERIE, THEY FUCKING CAN. THE END. IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT THEIR BODY LOOKS LIKE.
K BYE.

keepyourcorsetstight:

thechocolatebrigade:

libertyequalitybrotherhood:

agniology:

unknowablewoman:

lotsalipstick:

perrygrant:

lunalovex:

;)

 the sexualisation of a medical condition and a leading cause of preventable death

or just two hot babes being hot because we’re people and we’re allowed to explore our sexuality

^^^ BABES

fat people are allowed to live too you fucking turd

Not for very long, what with the health conditions that inevitably form when you’re that obese. 

And your point is what? You don’t give a shit about their health. I’m sick of fucking assholes with their faux-health concerns and bullshit. This is two women exploring their sexuality and knowing that they’re fucking sexy as all hell. If you can’t handle that then you need to shut the fuck up and get the hell out of the conversation. You need to stop pretending like you gave a damn when all you really care to do is shame them because you can’t handle their sexiness.

It really annoys me when people are like “it’s not healthy!” Because:

A. you don’t actually give a shit. You don’t seriously think that no one knows obesity can be dangerous and you’re informing the public about this risk. You just think they’re ewwy and want to use science to justify your prejudice.


B. Even if it is true that they’re less healthy/”going to die early” (which it’s not in all cases) isn’t it incredibly rude to insult someone for having a disease/disability? Like, if someone reblogged a picture of a girl with cancer you certainly wouldn’t be going “Ewww, way to glamorize cancer….you know she’s going to die any day now, right? Not healthy.” And no, the difference is not that being fat is something you choose. Atleast half the time it has more to do with genes than with what you eat. 

Basically, if someone wants to take a picture in lingerie, they fucking can. The end. It doesn’t matter what their body looks like.

Great Dialogue! and Props to the beauties! I could go on and on about freakishly skinny girls who are overrepresented in the media and nobody says anything about that. The reality is what you see on the outside does not project whether someone is healthy or not. I want to caps the last sentence in the previous reblog:
BASICALLY, IF SOMEONE WANTS TO TAKE A PICTURE IN LINGERIE, THEY FUCKING CAN. THE END. IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT THEIR BODY LOOKS LIKE.

K BYE.

juliosalgado83:

Didn’t you hear? Being undocumented is hot right now. In the wise words of my friend Yosimar Reyes, we’re taking this shit to Paris. SMH @ American Apparel.

juliosalgado83:

Didn’t you hear? Being undocumented is hot right now. In the wise words of my friend Yosimar Reyes, we’re taking this shit to Paris. SMH @ American Apparel.

tgstonebutch:


Heap of Birds, with his painting, “Smile for Racism”

At a Native American art exhibit in Paris.

tgstonebutch:

Heap of Birds, with his painting, “Smile for Racism”

At a Native American art exhibit in Paris.

fyeahindigenousfashion:

Indigenous Style Icon of the Week: Buffy Sainte-Marie

Born on a Cree reservation in Qu’Appelle Valley, Saskatchewan, Buffy Sainte-Marie was adopted and raised in Maine and Massachusetts. She received a Ph.D. in Fine Art from the University of Massachusetts. She also holds degrees in both Oriental Philosophy and teaching, influences which form the backbone of her music, visual art and social activism.

As a college student in the early 1960s, Buffy Sainte-Marie became known as a writer of protest songs and love songs. Many of these have become huge hits and classics of the era, performed by hundreds of other artists including Barbra Streisand, Elvis Presley, Chet Atkins, Janis Joplin, Roberta Flack, Neil Diamond, Tracy Chapman, The Boston Pops Orchestra, Cam’ron, Neko Case, and Courtney Love.

An educator before she was ever known as a singer, Buffy lectures at colleges and civic venues on a wide variety of topics: film scoring, electronic music, songwriting, Native American studies, the Cradleboard Teaching Project, women’s issues, the Native genius for government, and remaining positive amidst tough human realities. She serves as Adjunct Professor in Canada at York University in Toronto and First Nations University in Saskatchewan, and in the U.S. was an Evans Chair Scholar at the Evergreen State College in Washington State. She has also taught at the Institute for American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico (USA).

An early Macintosh pioneer in digital art and music, by 1994 Buffy Sainte-Marie’s huge works were among the first to be seen in museums and galleries across North America: the Glenbow Museum (Calgary), the Emily Carr Gallery (Vancouver), the Mackenzie Gallery (Regina), the Institute for American Indian Art Museum (Santa Fe), The Isaacs Gallery (Toronto), Ramscale Gallery (New York), the G.O.C.A.I.A. Gallery, (Tucson) and the Tucson Museum of Art

Buffy Sainte-Marie virtually invented the role of Native American international activist pop star. Her concern for protecting indigenous intellectual property, and her distaste for the exploitation of Native American artists and performers has kept her in the forefront of activism in the arts for forty years.

Loooovvveeee

Listen,

It does not matter what you say. As a woman, as a woman of color, as a woman of size, as a woman with large breasts or no breasts and a lifetime of experience with bucketloads of passion. It does not fucking matter.*

Because unless there is a white guy backing you up, you are an angry bitch. Uppity, spirited, “that girl,” the femanazi, the super-libber, the PC chick, the conspiracy theorist…

I just wish my own experiences were enough. That the experiences of fellow women were enough. But we must always come with backers. We must always have a few men nodding along behind us in the crowd. And at the very least if we’re going to be so bold as to bring up racism or sexism in polite company then we better be willing to quote reputable studies that have been widely recognized by the psychological and sociological communities.

If we lack this armor we are just drama. Dramatic or… wait for it… psycho bitches who think everybody is out to rape them or thinks they must be, “Like, soooo attractive to be hit on so much and totally, probably, like, thinks like a victim.”

This is so dangerous because I believe it teaches us not to trust our own judgments. Sadly, in this world, that can be life or death. When that guy hits on you for the third time at the club we should just get over it. He wasn’t being that creepy. “Oh no, girl, don’t talk to the bouncer about him, that’s just drama. Just have a good time.” I complained anyway but nothing was done.

And hey, when he tries to attack you while leaving the club—which happened to me and a friend in June of this year—the police may ask you why you didn’t complain “more than once” to security. I shit you not.

Because it is never good enough. It’s always a teachable moment from man to woman. So listen up, child, because that’s exactly what you are. At least until a white man comes to back up your claims. But I don’t have to tell you that. You already know. The trick is for this argument not to be dismissed outright by some dude in a Quicksilver t-shirt because the fact is, he has final say on the veracity of our claims.