Lena teaches Stef to twerk, says the phrase “heteronormative thinking,” continues to be flawless.
Am I the only one that reads this recaps, solely for the captions of the pictures? Because lemme tell you, there were a few coffee-spitting-out moments in here.
I’ve been struck by how the contributions of Black women in feminism have been consistently minimized, erased, and co-opted by the people who taught me, and ostensibly, many others like me, in women’s studies. It’s legitimately shameful how little credit is given to Black women for expanding feminism and really challenging women who led the movement throughout herstory to consider other components of oppression in their analyses.
You couldn’t imagine two people who were better for each other. They were so close. When they walked into a room, it lit up.
You don’t need a lot of money to make Valentine’s Day - and every day - super special for you and your boo.
If you are satisfied with the physical sensations you have during sex, then you are satisfied —regardless of whether you have fireworks hitting you over the head, rolling hills of pleasure, or no orgasm at all. You don’t need to experience satisfaction in anyone’s definition but your own. That said, I’ve heard of, seen, and felt those rolling kinds of orgasm, and in my opinion, they’re super-nifty — both to have and to cause in another person’s body.
I’m going to put aside my sarcasm for a minute, because this is a serious issue with serious consequences. There’s been a lot of discussion about ‘authenticity’ in porn and how amazing and valuable and feminist a quality it is, but I call bullshit on that discourse.
Less of a self-portrait, more of a holistic life-portrait.
(From Dating by Cameron Glavin on Autostraddle.com)
When I got my job I looked around at all I’d hoarded and stolen and bought at thrift stores and I waved goodbye to hunger pangs and wanton desire for five-dollar appetizers and constant, seizing panic, and checking my bank account every morning, but I never landed anywhere else. I no longer belong to the circumstances that raised me, but I’m also an alien to the universe I occupy as an adult.
"When we think about Lesbian Predator storylines, we tend to think about actual violent criminals in dramatic films — Rebecca in The Roommate, Diane in Mullholland Drive, Miss G in Cracks, any lesbian in any film during The Hays Code era — but there’s a different type of lesbian trope that really cut to the bone for me because it’s simply more realistic and often quite comedic: The Pathetic Lesbian. I don’t know a lot of homicidal stalkers, but awkward lesbian teenagers lusting after girls they can’t have? That feels honest. It never felt like me — I’ve never fallen for a straight best friend and am usually only attracted to masculine lesbian-identified women — but back then there was nothing more embarrassing than liking somebody who didn’t like you back, and that seemed to be par for the course when it came for women who liked women. So I never considered the possibility that I was one of them, just like I never considered lots of possibilities that would’ve made me a loser. Gay men seemed cool, but lesbians? Nope. Adolescence, oftentimes, isn’t about finding your true self. It’s about making conscious decisions to be a certain way in order to fit in with everybody else."
