Oh Boy. I Have Thoughts About This. Third Layer: It's Hilarious Because He's Enlightened And Self-aware

Oh boy. I have Thoughts about this. Third layer: it's hilarious because he's enlightened and self-aware enough to know it's a trap.

Fourth and best layer: but he still can't envision this conversation outside of declarative statements. The answer to break the stalemate is so obviously along the lines of "my understanding of mansplaining is X, but I'd love to know more about yours," thereby conveying familiarity with the subject while inviting the possibility of error and validating the probable lived experience of the questioner. Easy. More people who have been socialized as women could do it. Bonus points for daring to ask why it came up in that conversation, in a nonthreatening way.

But he's not there yet (within the joke anyway)--and that perfectly illustrates the trap of being partway on the journey toward liberatory transformation: the person who knows enough about power and identity to know what not to do, but hasn't yet liberated himself from old mental models & learned styles of communication that don't involve dominating or being dominated.

😂

Since Vine’s gonna die, here are some great queer vines from Thomas Sanders

Polls start opening in under 12 hours but felony convictions disenfranchise more than 5 million people, including 7% of the African-American community. A major contributor to the problem is the school-to-prison pipeline: A system of flawed policies that send at-risk youth—especially people of color—directly into the criminal justice system.

Mic’s The Movement (@the-movemnt​) did an Issue Time on the subject. It’s well worth your time, and it’ll give you plenty to chew on when you ✧･ﾟ*go and vote tomorrow*･ﾟ✧

Art by Tumblr Creatr @jxiaoo

rabbits only flop over like that if they feel completely safe btw

schemingreader said: I love this. I love Whitman and I love this kind of connection.

It makes me very happy to hear that someone else thinks this way (and to know that you agree)! 

(These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing...) :) 

I just realized “Oops (Oh My)” by Tweet/Missy Elliott is the same thing as Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself 28.” (Plus beautiful Black woman self-love.) Check out the links:

“Is this then a touch?******* quivering me to a new identity, Flames and ether making a rush for my veins, Treacherous tip of me reaching and crowding to help them, My flesh and blood playing out lightning to strike what is hardly different from myself,* On all sides** prurient provokers stiffening my limbs, Straining the udder of my heart for its withheld drip, Behaving licentious toward me, taking no denial,*** Depriving me of my best as for a purpose, Unbuttoning my clothes, holding me by the bare waist,**** Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sunlight and pasture- fields, Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away, They bribed to swap off with touch and go and graze at the edges of me, No consideration, no regard for my draining strength or my anger, Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them a while, Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry me.

The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against me.

I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor,*****

I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.

You villain touch! what are you doing? my breath is tight in its throat,****** Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for me*****.”

“I’ll tell ya what I did last night I came home, say around a quarter to three Still so high, hypnotized In a trance, from his body So buttery brown and tantalizing You would have thought I needed help With the feeling that I felt So shook I had to catch my breath******

Oops! There goes my shirt up over my head, oh my Oops! There goes my skirt droppin’ to my feet, oh my**** Oh! Some kind of touch******* caressing my legs, oh my Oh! I’m turnin’ red who could this be

I tried and I tried to avoid***** But this thing was happening*** Swallow my pride, let it ride And parted(?), but this body felt just like mine* I got worried I looked over to the left** A reflection of myself That’s why I couldn’t catch my breath

I looked over to my left Mmm, I was lookin’ so good I couldn’t reject myself***** I looked over to my left Mmm, I was feelin’ so good I had to touch myself I looked over to the left Mmm, I was eyein’ my thighs, butter pecan brown I looked over to the left Mmm, Coming out of my shirt and then my skirt came down”

i mean a huge part of lgbt culture is the whole “it’s not a phase” and “i’m not confused" thing but that’s just not really true y'know?

like here’s to the people that have gone through countless labels, and still can’t find one that fits here’s to the people that have declared a label, but then realized that label might not be accurate here’s to the people that have to come out 1,000 times because their identity is constantly changing here’s to the people who are confused, and have gone through phases. you’re real and you’re valid.

i love all of you. you don’t have to have everything figured out to be lgbt