One Myth I Wish I Could Dispel"Feminism means you can't like sexy things"One Myth I Wish I Could Dispel by TomPreston
After doing a series of comics standing up for women's rights, there's a lot of really negative rumors going on around me right now. Most of which point to the hypocrisy that I use to draw fetish artwork and that recently I made pin-ups that were "sexy" in nature. Because, of course, if you're an artist who stands up for women's rights from that moment on you're not allowed to EVER draw women in a way that might be construed as potentially "sexy," lest you be labeled a hypocrite.
As I've mentioned before in previous journals, I really can't stand this mentality the internet has of polarizing extremes. You've always gotta be in one extreme or you're in the other. There's never the possibility that you could be in the middle like, you know, a normal person would be.
I understand why that is: it's easier to point out fallacies and bitch and whine about people when they fit into nice neat black and white spec
WE DID IT!I found us another place to live! It's bigger, has more room; we'll have a STOVE again. The drawback is there is no fence around the yard and while they told us we could put one up for the dogs; that's not something we'll be able to afford right away so they will lose a free-run yard and be back on tie-outs. However, not a block away is a BEAUTIFUL little park with a canal and trees and walking bridges and I fully intend to take the dogs there on their run leads and sit by the water. The house has an old fashioned front porch which I dearly want a chair for and has a bathtub I'm not scared of (the current one in the roach house you couldn't pay me to soak in 0.0) and will be able to have baths again! The heat is an old standing gas heater so we may have to get a space heater come winter for other parts of the house but I have good heavy blankets anyway.WE DID IT! by RekaCryistall
AND WE GOT A BED!!!! A REAL, TRUE, NOT AIR BED!! It's a body cool gel center queen sized bed with a box-spring and a frame so it won't
146 poundsmy mother tells me that i should be ashamed146 pounds by learningtobefree
for dipping my baby carrots in salad dressing,
that my food doesn't need the salt i sprinkle on it.
my afternoon tea doesn't need any sugar, skip
the lemonade and drink the water instead.
do you really need that?
her sharp tone echoes like military orders in the face of combat.
she tells me that at my age, her jean size was half of mine
and i resist the urge to tell her that maybe that means she
had half the character i do.
shopping with her, she butts heads with a body-image complex,
telling me to quit fooling myself and pick the next size up.
i shock her time and time again when i cram my corners into
every article of clothing i selected on my own.
how will you ever get married?
& i wish i could tell her how boys have seen me naked
in the emotional sense of the word, how they have found
truth and honor ready to burst from my so-called "fat rolls."
she will never know that i am a garden with an unlocked gate
and that each o
|Sorry about late registrations, imports, commissions, payments, and everything else. My pen had gone missing from early January until April (after my previous pen broke and the one before that and then stuff) and I've no idea what I've got to do right now. It's totally okay to leave a note or a comment about it. It'll help me rebuild my lists. Right now, I've got lots of blanks and what-was-this.|