lovelyladylunacy:

lovelyladylunacy:

socialjusticethespian:

lovelyladylunacy:

lareinaxcvi:

lovelyladylunacy:

why does no one ever talk about how lewis and clark met why isn’t that taught in history classes it’s like some rom-com meet-funny trope and i’ve literally never heard it brought up. literally the start of one of the most famous friendships in america and no one talks about it.

Wasn’t Clark just Lewis’ commanding officer? I guess I don’t know this story either. Can you tell it?

yes!! oh my god!!

so at twenty-one years of age, stupid stubborn hotheaded ensign meriwether lewis decides to get hella drunk and crash the party of one of his superior officers, starting an argument over politics (namely, defending thomas jefferson, his neighbor and veritable father figure) and insulting his host and basically being an embarrassment. so, he’s arrested and leveled with a court martial!! because this ridiculous boy can’t mind his fucking manners when he’s tipsy apparently!!

but instead of having to explain to his poor mother why he got booted out of the continental army, he’s acquitted (”with honor” bc apparently i’m not the only one who plays favorites when it comes to meriwether lewis), but he has to be reassigned so he doesn’t piss off his commanding officer again (awk). and whose brand new sharp-shooting rifle unit does he get transferred to?? take a wild guess!!!! that’s right, william clark’s!!!! and over the next six months meri falls deepfuck in totally platonic bro-love with him until clark resigns his commission for family reasons. then, roughly eight years later, lewis writes him to ask if maybe he’d like to travel to the ends of the earth by his side and, well, the rest is history.

But how do you know it was platonic

i hope you guys understand that when i say “platonic” i say it in the patronizing sarcastic tone of voice i always use when i talk about meriwether lewis’s big ol’ crush on his bff. maybe i can’t prove totally that he was v gay and probably at least a little bit madly in love with clark, but damn i wanna believe love exists ok.

lewis’s obvious sexual repulsion of women, his inability to find a wife, his desire to live with clark after the expedition, that last letter he wrote to clark before his violent death that we don’t have because clark burned it – we can read a lot into all of this if we want to, but even besides all of that the point remains that meriwether lewis was intensely fond of clark, and that they cared deeply for one another, and that their personalities complemented and completed one another in a way that makes you think twice about soulmates.

actually, sacagawea was a sixteen-year-old kidnapped shoshone girl sold into sexual slavery to a french trader named toussaint charbonneau, who pissed power couple lewis and clark off to no end due to generally just being who he was as a person.

whereas lewis had no real interest in women from what we can tell from his writings, he actually wrote about how much he admired sacagawea’s extreme fortitude and numerous skills that helped them throughout their journey. lewis also actually delivered sacagawea’s child!! she had a very difficult birth (probably because she was a child), which sent lewis into multiple kinds of panic. clark, however, really doted on sacagawea and her son; he gave them both nicknames, looked out for their safety during the trip, and was very close to them even after the expedition and ended up adopting sacagawea’s son. he was also a notoriously bad speller and i don’t think he ever spelt charbonneau’s name correctly ever not even once (which makes me think of the blenderdick cucumberpatch meme tbh).

dustspeck:

dustspeck:

if anyone would be willing to get me away from the man who raped me as a child feel free to donate to my paypal im dissociating right now and he just gave me a black eye and called me a bitch my paypal is breemcgee11711@hotmail.com im about to go back to la this sunday and need to somehow figure out a living situation i would give more details but this all literally just happened just now and i am really shaken 

please reblog this i cant post it on fb 

attn feminist comic peeps – do NOT read/support the Mad Max: Furiosa comic.

muslimahs-in-comics:

it’s misogynist, heavy-handed, and undoes nearly all of the feminist brilliance from the film. Graphic rape & abuse, graphic violence… like, honestly. Don’t inflict this comic on yourself, and don’t give Vertigo any money for creating this kind of misogynistic trash. 

here’s a pretty good article from the mary sue detailing why you should avoid it, and gives a few reasons to be furious w/o having to buy this nonsense.

im-significant:

autismserenity:

oodlenoodleroodle:

autismserenity:

fornaxed:

Good lord I’m not saying “you personally have to be violently harmed by cishets to be queer” I’m saying that the term is exclusively reserved for the communities who’ve historically experienced oppression centered around that slur and experienced the violence that it embodies (ie LGBT people)

You’re spouting some nonsense interpretation where you could say “some lesbians are queer but not all” when what I’m literally saying is “lesbians can call themselves queer because the lesbian community has been a target of this slur and experienced horrific violence as part of it”. Ace/aro people who lack same-gender attraction have no place trying to reclaim it because it was never aimed at their community.

Except that historically, people have absolutely been targeted as queer for asexual behavior.

Everybody feel free to grab a beverage and get comfortable, because I spent a lot of time on Google today. (Asexuals, listen up, because we actually have some situations where you are represented in history here.)

Historically, people got labelled queer, and/or queer-bashed, for two major things.

The first was deviating from strict gender norms.

The second was not having hetero sex.

There are tons of examples of white people literature from the 1800s and early 1900s that use terms like “confirmed bachelor” and “spinster aunt” to imply that somebody was queer.

(I was going to say something like European/American/Canadian literature, but let’s call a spade a spade.)

Sure, nowadays we look back at that and go, “everybody knew those people were gay, it was just code for gay, nobody thought anybody was asexual, that wasn’t a thing back then.” 

Of course, that still means that people who we would now call asexual would have been getting queer-bashed because people thought they were gay. So all those asexual people, already, have earned their queer stripes under the rubric above – that they are part of a community that got violently oppressed for being perceived as queer. 

It’s also worth pointing out that as far back as the 1890s, the LGBT movement – which did already exist, and was particularly active in Germany and New York – was already beginning to categorize and write about asexuality as part of its umbrella.

But is that all that was happening? Were straight people actually cool with people who they thought just weren’t having any sex at all?

Let’s see! (This is code for “hell no.”)

My favorite example that I came across was the Spinster Movement.

The Spinster Movement was really long-lived, from around the 1880s through the 1930s. It was a group of women who either felt no sexual attraction, or felt some sexual attraction but didn’t want to have sex. (I will be the first to say that I’m sure that there were also members who nowadays would identify as lesbian, bi, and trans. But it wasn’t the focus.)

The movement particularly focused on opposing sex work, sex trafficking, and child sexual abuse. It was deeply tied up in the suffrage movement, which fought for the vote specifically so that women could oppose these things in the political arena. (There’s a lot more about this in a book called The Spinster and Her Enemies, by Sheila Jeffreys.)

It spanned a wide range of countries. Norwegian researcher Tone Hellund talks about how first the group was considered queer because they were breaking gender norms. And then:

“[in Norway], in
the 1920s and 1930s, female sexuality was suddenly discovered and all
women were supposed to have and enjoy their sexuality. At this point,
frigidity and asexuality also became a topic,
a very problematic topic.

“You could say that the spinsters became queer because they didn’t have
sex or didn’t take part in sexual activities
, and also because they
started to be perceived as potentially homosexual.

“Thus, the romantic
spinster friendships of the earlier phase that were not seen as
problematic in a sexual way became highly problematic in the 1920s and
1930s. Suddenly, all female relationships were seen as suspicious, they
were seen in a new sexual light.“

Notice the “and also” – they were queer for not having sex, AND they were queer for starting to be perceived as possibly lesbians. 

In fact, “spinsters” were routinely slammed this way. In Britain, for example, the teachers’ union was attacked over and over with the double spectre of asexuality and lesbianism.

One example from Women’s History:  “…The fear of spinsters and lesbians affected women teachers in Britain between the wars. A 1935 report in a newspaper of an educational conference expressed the threat in extreme terms: ‘The women who have the responsibility of teaching these girls are many of them themselves embittered, sexless or homosexual hoydens who try to mould the girls into their own pattern.’” It was very explicit.

And the whole thing is a common accusation that queer people still face today. That what we are is bad because it is going to destroy children and society. 

People at the time felt very strongly about how unnatural it was for people not to have sex. Women, in particular, were often divided into “natural” and “unnatural” – i.e. queer – spinsters.  Natural ones were widows; unnatural ones were those we have seen here.

In her book “Family Ties in Victorian England,” Claudia Nelson quotes writer Eliza Linton’s description of “unnatural and alien” spinsters: “Painted and wrinkled, padded and bedizened, with her coarse thoughts, bold words, and leering eyes, [the wrong kind of spinster] has in herself all the disgust which lies around a Bacchante and a Hecate in one…. Such an old maid as this stands as a warning to men and women alike of what and whom to avoid.”

We can see some of the hatred of the Spinsters in the way suffragists were treated when arrested for picketing the White House. They were tortured, beaten, hung by their hands all night, fed rotten food, and subjected to attempted psychiatric abuse.

Earlier, during the Victorian era, there was a popular but unsuccessful movement, for decades, pushing to evict spinsters over 30 from Britain, and send them to Canada, Australia, or the United States instead. They were perceived, at best, as “surplus females”, in part because there were many more women than men in the population there at that time.

There was some overlap between the different kinds of queer. Straight people, as a group, had even less understanding and interest then than they do now of what the different flavors of queer might be.

Shannon Jackson’s essay, “Toward a Queer Social Welfare Studies,” gives a good example of how describes how critics of Jane Addams’ Hull-House “called the settlement ‘unnatural,’ worrying that its women were ‘spinsters’ or that its men were ‘mollycoddles’.” In that case, I would guess that they meant “women who have sex with women”.

It’s a good example of how much they conflated the different kinds of queer – that some straight people could use the term to slam people for being asexual, and others could use it to slam people for the opposite. And it’s also a good example of how little they cared which of us they were attacking. The important thing, to them, was that we weren’t having solely hetero sex and living our lives centered around being hetero. Everything else was just details.

(Also FWIW, I want to note that I meant no disrespect to any of the previous commenters or the OP in cutting the previous posts from queerdemons lesbiandoe @punkrcgers and sushi-moss. Tumblr wouldn’t let me post my long-ass reply without trimming; it mysteriously “lost” the whole thing like it always does when I reply at length to a long thread, and I had to rewrite it.)

Also, this is a lot about women, but an unmarried man over a certain age was also considered “a threat to society” (and as mentioned above the term “confirmed bachelor” is still code for gay)

Right? I didn’t know ANYTHING about the Spinster Movement before I read about it yesterday, I didn’t even know that it existed. So I suspect that there are a shit-ton more examples like this. It could fill a really interesting book.

also, u know, so-called corrective rape is a thing that is done to people for not being cishet, including ace people. so like. “ace ppl never experience the kind of abuse “real” queer ppl do” just doesnt work. ok?

kungfucarrie:

thessalian:

oracleanne:

good-night-white-pride666:

Really happy to see this at my local library

OOOOH. *happy YA librarian dance*

I want this in every library, everywhere. After all, some kids won’t even google this stuff because they don’t want parents/siblings checking their browser history.

This is really awesome. And if you’re not familiar with how the Dewey Decimal system works – the numbers subject-based, which means these numbers are applicable in EVERY library. So if you see something you want to research on this list – look for those same numbers in any of your local libraries.

bogleech:

sapphicdalliances:

discovergames:

Seriously, though. I’d love to see these “you have no right to complain about what developers put in games” guys if in the next installment Master Chief was gay, the Call of Duty protagonist was Muslim, or Samus Aran was openly and vocally feminist. Do you really think their little Reddit dungeons would be awash with internally consistent statements like “well, it’s art, guys – we really don’t have the right to complain”? No. They would lose their fucking shit. They would send death threats and rape threats to every single developer and media outlet they can think of. They would protest, doxx, demean and attack anyone with a dissenting opinion. They would burn this whole medium to the fucking ground before letting something like that go unchallenged.

And yet they see no irony in portraying people who want better representation as the ones who are whiny, entitled, emotional and perennially catered to.  

#the ‘stop being offended’ crowd are the most easily offended group of people in existence (via boobacat)

This already happened when legions of NO HOMO male gamers complained about a male character being dressed too erotically and got it changed, never admitting to the irony, promptly going back to harassing every woman who critiques Bayonetta’s outfit.

No one has to buy your stuff.

geekhyena:

lilietsblog:

geekhyena:

shinykari:

colleendoran:

So, this thing with Vox Day getting a Hugo nomination – if you think he’s a dick and don’t want to vote for him, there are people who are going “Wah wah, you are being anti-art if you hold a creator’s views against him or her. And if you are not 100% consistent about these decisions, you are just an emotional thinker.” Like, people who spend a lot of time droning on social media about how logical all their decisions are are just like Mr Spock.

Except Mr Spock wouldn’t waste his time.

No one has to buy your work, or vote for you, or like you. The consumer makes the final choice, and if that choice includes not buying your stuff because your politics tell them that black people are savages, or that the world would be better off if women don’t get an education, shocker that people decide to put their money in some other artist’s pocket so it doesn’t go to creators with a bank account which feeds organizations that undermine your human rights.

Crazy, I know.

When you buy the work of a creator who actively harms the human rights of others, and your argument is The Work Before All, it says to me that a short story is more important than the rights of marginalized people. That is your right, and it is my right to disagree. I am not sending the big bad government to get you, I am not censoring anybody. I am simply making a choice about what books I want to read, what music I want to hear, and how I want to frame the world with my eyes. I have no obligation to frame it according to the dictates of some dude who thinks me and all people like me should live our lives as voiceless servants.

There are a lot of creators whose work I won’t buy, from Woody Allen on down. There are many creators who are long dead who have nasty personal views whose work I buy since their estates aren’t getting any money. There are some creators who have done and said some boneheaded things, who get a pass from me because I know that the slice of what became public is not the whole person.

I make my purchase decisions as I go. If some dork wants to dismiss that as “emotional”, I don’t give a shit. Because among my more unemotional decisions is not letting people whose opinion I don’t respect in the first place dictate what I do with what’s in my wallet.

My money, my choice. Your choice, too.

A honking huge list of articles with comments by Vox Day about how white men don’t rape, acid attacks keep women in their place, and lots more. Thanks to Dr Nerdlove for the link.

Here is a discussion thread in favor of Vox Day. http://www.transterrestrial.com/?p=54639

And another against.

Now with a link to why Vox Day is the actual scum of the earth.

THIS.

wait wait wait how exactly am I supposed to make an “unemotional decision” there

liking a work is an emotion

participating in these things and supporting creators is a thing based on purely emotions of liking them

like I don’t even get what ‘emotional’ means here as in, what’s the other option????

It’s a silencing technique – if you get emotional about their bigotry and hatred, then clearly you are irrational and therefore must be taught the error of your ways and you are not to be listened to. It’s hypocritical, too, because they certainly get emotional when the “wrong people” write stories/get on ballots.  It’s like how when someone is being an absolute jerkwad to you and pissing you off and how the moment you react in some way that is not 100% emotionless they claim victory and therefore you lose, they win, they’re better than you. 

Also, note how often this kind of technique is used against the person with less societal power in the exchange (ie, women, PoC, queer folks, etc)

voidbat:

spatscolombo:

sammaggs:

dangerwaffle:

castiel-knight-of-hell:

masquerading-as-a-genius:

sage-of-rocknroll-oromis:

the-deaf-mermaid:

giants0rbiting:

I LITERALLY THINK THIS EVERY TIME THE SONG COMES ON

What song is this talking about?

‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’

Otherwise known as the original ‘Blurred Lines’

HEY FRIENDS HISTORICAL REMINDER: ‘WHAT’S IN THIS DRINK’ ISN’T TALKING ABOUT DRUGS, HE IS NOT TRYING TO ROOFIE HER

THE SONG IS TALKING ABOUT ALCOHOL

but still a pushy song

historical reminder that the reason pina coladas and pink squirrels are known as “girly drinks” is because they mask the taste of alcohol and men were know to give women these drinks without informing them that they were alcoholic. It takes a couple of drinks to realize you’ve been consuming alcohol and by then you’re more susceptible to suggestion, making it easier for him to convince you to stick around and have a third drink. When this song was written in 1944 most women didn’t drink regularly, meaning they had a low tolerance and it would only take 2-3 drinks to get her drunk enough that she wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight. This was the 1940s version of being roofied

No no no it was not.

“Hey what’s in this drink” was a stock joke at the time, and the punchline was invariably that there’s actually pretty much nothing in the drink, not even a significant amount of alcohol

See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned, at a dude’s house. In the 1940’s, that’s the kind of thing Good Girls aren’t supposed to do — and she wants people to think she’s a good girl. The woman in the song says outright, multiple times, that what other people will think of her staying is what she’s really concerned about: “the neighbors might think,” “my maiden aunt’s mind is vicious,” “there’s bound to be talk tomorrow.” But she’s having a really good time, and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink — unaware that the drink is actually really weak, maybe not even alcoholic at all. That’s the joke. That is the standard joke that’s going on when a woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th century says “hey, what’s in this drink?” It is not a joke about how she’s drunk and about to be raped. It’s a joke about how she’s perfectly sober and about to have awesome consensual sex and use the drink for plausible deniability because she’s living in a society where women aren’t supposed to have sexual agency.

Basically, the song only makes sense in the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse other than “I’m staying because I want to.” (That’s the main theme of the man’s lines in the song, suggesting excuses she can use when people ask later why she spent the night at his house: it was so cold out, there were no cabs available, he simply insisted because he was concerned about my safety in such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent and definitely not about sex at all!) In this particular case, he’s pretty clearly right, because unlike in Blurred Lines, the woman actually has a voice, and she’s using it to give all the culturally-understood signals that she actually does want to stay but can’t say so. She states explicitly that she’s resisting because she’s supposedto, not because she wants to: “I ought to say no no no…” She states explicitly that she’s just putting up a token resistance so she’ll be able to claim later that she did what’s expected of a decent woman in this situation: “at least I’m gonna say that I tried.” And at the end of the song they’re singing together, in harmony, because they’re both on the same page and they have been all along.

So it’s not actually a song about rape – in fact it’s a song about a woman finding a way to exercise sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed to stop her from doing so. But it’s also, at the same time, one of the best illustrations of rape culture that pop culture has ever produced. It’s a song about a society where women aren’t allowed to say yes…which happens to mean it’s also a society where women don’t have a clear and unambiguous way to say no.

This really helped me.

I want to be clear up front that “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” was my favorite Christmas song for all of my childhood and adolescence. I’m 25 now and I’m been thoroughly creeped out by it for about 8 years, but I’d be lying if I said that there isn’t a part of my brain that still loves it. The tune is so whimsical! The overlapping lines of the duet are so charming! Musically, it’s better and wittier than most Christmas songs. So on one level, I really want to be able/allowed to love it. When I read things like the above comment, that part of my brain fires up. Because I also love history and stories of disempowered people resisting from within accommodation. Who doesn’t?!

BUT here’s the thing. It is not 1944 anymore. We aren’t just doing a close reading of this song as it relates to its historical context. We are listening to it several times an hour on modern pop radio. And in doing so we are teaching TODAY’S young people (of all genders) that this kind of coded resistance/acceptance/ambiguous “she said no but we both knew she MEANT…” attitude is charming or romantic or even just vaguely acceptable.

In playing this song we’re modeling a level of communication about consent that was considered progressive seventy years ago. That doesn’t make it progressive today. We shouldn’t BE learning how to communicate euphemistically within the confines of rape culture anymore. We should be modeling something beyond that in our pop culture.

When I was 14 and learning the wrong things (in ways that would actively hurt me) from pop culture, including this song, I wasn’t hearing it with whatever wink listeners would applied in the 1940s. I wasn’t in the 1940s.

This was my favorite Christmas song and I really wish it hadn’t been. I wish it hadn’t been on the radio at all and that I’d learned about it, if at all, as an adult. After having lots of formative experiences listening to less dangerous music.

ALL OF THIS. ALL OF THIS FOREVER.

bogleech:

queefington:

heres plebcomics comparing her being fired to rape

So we have a cartoonist who is consistently racist, transphobic and homophobic posting her personal information and daring the people she belittles to strike back.

Then she claims this puts her in the same position as someone who does nothing wrong but try to have a fun night out and gets assaulted.

Not that plebcomics lost her real world job because she posted its contact information online and dared people to call it. Her own boss confirmed this, nobody got her fired but herself for literally telling people to spam her employer’s phone. She later lied and claimed people used her information send porn to her boss.

Anyone on the fence about plebcomics being a giant oozing asshole should be pretty clear on it by now.