When I came out about being bisexual to a very well-educated medical school colleague of mine (at the top of his class, multiple degrees, extensive knowledge about politics), he innocently commented that he never quite understood the idea of threesomes and asked whether my bisexuality meant that I would want to marry both a man and a woman. I was totally taken aback that even a highly educated peer could so honestly equate bisexuality with polygamy.
Oh hell. I can’t do this. Normally I recap the entire movie but I simply cannot recap this entire movie. Fifty Shades of Grey is ridiculous because the book is ridiculous. I had fun, I laughed, and during the sexy scenes I pressed my thighs together (see: bad feminist).
The absurdities, however, were oh so many.
Talia is on the phone with Emily’s mom, without Emily’s blessing, exchanging cobbler recipes, which is worse than when Paige tipped off the police about Alison being alive and worse than Alison pretending not to be alive, in terms of things you don’t do to your girlfriend.
If the housing programs that receive HUD funding abide by these new regulations, it could literally mean the difference between life and death for some homeless trans people.
Miss the Oscars this year? Catch up with our liveblog situation from last night, now with more Tegan & Sara!
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You know, it hasn’t been very long since I started presenting masculinely. Somehow it’s felt like a long enough journey that I thought at least something would have changed. But no — apparently the maximum allowable size for feminine female people is basically a child’s extra-large.
We are not children and that’s some bullshit. We deserve to take up space. Our bodies deserve to take up space. Our words and feelings are allowed volume. And I will not once again give up delight in favor of black coffee and sending myself through the flower press.
Growing up, adults never hesitated to remind me that I was a motor-mouthed, bossy, determined child. I didn’t say yes ma’am or no ma’am, I talked back to adults, and would not hesitate to tell you if I didn’t like something. I grew up thinking I was a bad girl because good girls didn’t act the way I acted. Looking back I wasn’t good or bad, I was just a child who was clear about what I liked and didn’t like.
I wasn’t the only person who received this good girl bad girl messaging growing up. I can’t tell you how many times I saw girls being torn to shreds by mothers, sisters, friends, and elders because they felt comfortable with their sexuality, their body, and their opinions.
Comfort and confidence within themselves marked them as rebels because it meant they were thumbing their nose to the respectability politics that was being forced on them by cultural tyrants.
