Appropriating Audre: On The Need to Locate the Oppressor Within Us | Bitch Media

fuckyeahlesbianliterature:

The worst kind of appropriation of Audre Lorde is taking place these days by folks who use her quotes (out of context) to serve their own anti-intersectional projects. As self-care has become a trending topic in social-justice circles, different venues have taken up Lorde’s famous saying on self-care without critically reflecting on how Lorde’s need for self-care stemmed from living and surviving under racist heteropatriarchy.

THIS.

hedawolf:

Hello, people. Clarke has a scar on her stomach and Lexa loves tracing it with her fingers and placing soft, barely-there kisses over its entire length, as Clarke gently cradles her head and sighs contentedly at the feeling of Lexa’s lips on her skin. Thank you for your time.

As messed up as Clarke has been throughout this show, she should be covered in scars.

The worst, of course, being the one through her heart.

jethroq:

desuex:

firmine:

infelixdidos:

voynichs:

british romanticism: i went into the woods and i found a beautiful woman, but she wasn’t really a woman, she was my Muse and the woods is my mind

american romanticism: i went into the woods and found the devil and he gave me a clock, but the clock was actually the industrial revolution and it fucking killed me

italian romanticism: i went into the woods and toppled face down over a root which proves nature is but a cruel stepmother, also this must somehow be a sign that God wants us to get rid of those fucking austrians

french romanticism: i went into the woods and found a peasant woman, but she wasn’t really a woman, she was the Republic and the woods is the people of France, wild, free and unconquered

polish romanticism: i didn’t go into the woods and i didn’t find any woman, we held a seance instead and summoned ghosts and listened to how they died, and then i was in a prison cell listening to my inmates while having existential crisis, but bottom line fuck Russia, Prussia and Austria

Finnish romanticism: me and my six brothers went into the woods and built a new house, but got drunk and the sauna caught fire and we had to escape half-naked

This is one of those ‘it got better’ posts, isn’t it?

Perhaps @entirelytookeen could do a (M)DWYM version? Polis Romanticism? I went into the woods and found a woman with no voice…?