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I need to repeat this one more time, with feeling, to get everyone to understand what I’m saying. 20 percent of women are raped in their lifetime, but we’re actually concerned with less than one percent of the population, most of whom could still function with impunity through a trial and probably never face time in our current legal system for sexually violating someone else, being falsely accused of a crime which, most of the time, nobody is even actually falsely accused of. We, as a society, are more concerned about men being falsely accused of rape – something they are more likely to win the lottery than ever experience – than we are with women being raped every day.

Carmen Rios discussing “false rape” accusations and myths surrounding them in Rebel Girls: Our “False Rape” Hysteria is Bullsh*t

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 
Here is a new Grease Bats comic JUST FOR YOU
TUMBLR/TWITTER/DEVOTE AUTOSTRADDLE FANS/ETC!! Thanks for listening to me complain and whine and rejoice and answering my drunk 2am phone calls and yadda yadda. Here’s to more glitter in 2015. 

2014 has been excellent, difficult, hopeless, and hopeful all at once. LETS RECAP A LITTLE. 

 2014 is when I first started drawing for Autostraddle with my comics called The Grease Bats. READ THEM ALL HERE. I *love* drawing this comic, it let’s me explore themes that are going on in my life, while also letting me goof off with two characters who are direct reflections of my personality. 2014 is when I got my teaching job at a small alternative high school, so rewarding, and I can be uncensored around all these brilliant and interesting students. 2014 is when I finally launched my Patreon. 2014 is when I FINALLY quit my soul-sucking serving job of forever.
NOW, JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT….

MY TOP TEN BLOG POSTS YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN BUT MAYBE DIDN’T FOR SOME REASON:

1. Old Watercolors Dealing With Body Dysphoria 

2. In My Studio, Drunk, Kneeling, Writing Poetry Against The Wall

3. How To Enjoy A Great Night Out

4. How To Make ALL The Friends! 

5. I Made You A Flyer About Gay Guys And Pride 

6. Printouts For You To Hand To Servers About Gender

7. This Grease Bats Comic. Seriously, I don’t think anyone saw it. (This one too) (also this one)

8. Pressured To Consent sketch

9. QUEERS & ZOMBIES!

10.  Crop Tops With DONT TOUCH ME In Neon Pink 

thanks everyone!!! 

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“Check out Tomboy: A Graphic Memoir (2014) by Liz Prince
“Through a series of hilarious and heartbreaking episodes from her youth, Prince examines just why being comfortable in her own skin—and sweatpants—made everyone around her so...
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Check out Tomboy: A Graphic Memoir (2014) by Liz Prince 

Through a series of hilarious and heartbreaking episodes from her youth, Prince examines just why being comfortable in her own skin—and sweatpants—made everyone around her so freaking uncomfortable. It makes being a tomboy a political statement.” - Rookie

 

You can find additional information and order the book at Zestbooks. Alternatively, it is also available through Amazon.

Read more reviews about the book on Autostraddle and The Churchill Review. You can also find extracts from the book on the author’s official tumblr.




I rock my natural hair long and wild. I spend exorbitant amounts of money on paraben and silicone free hair products so that I can grow it longer and wider. I hang onto my curls like they are the very things that define me. I think it’s difficult to find a sense of balance when you are constantly being told you’re “not really black” or “not really gay.” Even as I consciously tackle these issues I feel like my hair is my security blanket, my constant. And it is precious. And you may not touch it because it is a mystery to you and that is okay with me. I’d prefer to remain mysterious while I figure my own shit out.
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We were just talking about Radio Shack yesterday, I was saying how it seems so unnecessary these days and why would anybody go there, when Best Buy is so much bigger and has more things and there’s something consistently sketchy about Radio Shack. I think I’ve been a few times in the past few years, and every time have sort of been confused why it still exists but okay, it’s in the strip mall down the street so let’s do this thing. Anyhow I don’t know why I’m still talking about myself when the point is that this essay is both hilarious and intriguing.
Read Radio Shack’s Eulogy, the Playboy interview with Dan Savage (it’s worth it), the story of a prude’s awakening, a thing about your favorite podcast Serial and more in this week’s TIRTIL!
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“There is a sense of community that comes with being a person of color, but for some of us, settling into that community isn’t always comfortable. Because we don’t get a membership card along with our birth certificate, finding our identity comes...
There is a sense of community that comes with being a person of color, but for some of us, settling into that community isn’t always comfortable. Because we don’t get a membership card along with our birth certificate, finding our identity comes with the burden of having to “prove” yourself. Whether you’re bi-racial, adopted, or otherwise ethnically ambiguous, there will always be that person who wants to know, needs to know: “What are you?” And while most of us have a stock answer, secretly we’re thinking “I’ve got no clue, dude.” Many of us struggle to prove our authenticity to ourselves first, and find ourselves deeply attached to little reminders of our roots. And those reminders, large or small, become the thread that weaves the stories of our lives. These are a few of those stories.
Five Queers Of Color On What Connects Us To Our Complicated Or Mixed-Race Identities on Autostraddle
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My father’s hair watched me graduate college without my cap on, watched me buy the leather jacket and boots and go to my first lesbian bar, helped me kiss a girl for the first time. That hair taught me lessons and how to love myself and how to shine and be vibrant and be brave and be real. That hair taught me how to fight. That hair taught me to be weird and different and outrageous and authentic. And in a world where it can be easy for me to feel invisible and forget my own name, it still reminds me who I am.