My doggo, Ezri, who rarely barks and mostly borks.
When I got her, sheβd been abused and would cower and pee at almost everything, and had been mistreated when sheβd barked, so she never would. One day months after I had her she got excited on a walk and borked at a bird, and then immediately cower-peed. I had to re-teach her to bark by gathering her whole human pack and having everyone bark and howl and feed her treats and pet her till she got excited enough to join in, and then got more treats. Took a while but I was able to teach her to bork on command (and sheβs gotta be excited or she just stares at me like βSorry, the bork system needs chargingβ) and sheβll do it happily when sheβs excited to go for a walk or upon seeing a friend, and at birds. I love her croaky borking, especially when she started off terrified of making a joyful noise.
feminism didn’t make me hate men but men kind of did
elaboration:
feminism didn’t teach me that men are out to get me. it didn’t persuade me mansplaining existed a là wormtongue or tell me to set fire to my bra. it said ‘hey, has this ever happened to you?’, and it had.
it said ‘this happens to most women, and it kind of sucks, right?’, and i agreed that it did
and it encouraged me to question and to think: to not assume i had to be quiet and subsurvient, to question why i had to shave and my male friends did not, to use my voice when i was uncomfortable or unhappy
and i was shocked to realise all the garbage around me, but excited to do what i could to change it
and then i started to talk to men about it
and i was told women are sluts and bitches, and that we have it better than men, and that fat women are always unloveable, and that feminism is a hate group, that because the 77 cents figure was disproved no wage gap could possibly exist, that affirmative action is unfair, that women are just not as smart or capable as men, that i should get back in the kitchen, that i was too sensitive, that hot women will always be reduced to their bodies and ugly women will always be mocked for theirs, that mansplaining didn’t exist (this was, of course, mansplained to me), that women just aren’t cut out for STEM, that women these days are uppity, that i was a whore if i had sex and a prude if i didn’t, that i deserved what was coming to me if i took nudes but could i send them some anyway?
i will always fight to protect and support men and their rights. i care deeply about male suicide rates, male addiction rates and the attitude that prevents men from getting help, paternity leave, racial discrimination against black men, toxic masculinity, domestic abuse against men not being taken seriously…
but goddamn, when i talk to men and have them consistently refuse to acknowledge my experiences are valid, when they laugh and ask if i’m on my period or tell me to ‘smile!’, when they brush me off as a SJW or get angry at me for being a ‘bitch’, it makes me want to say ‘you know what? fuck men. i give up.’
feminism taught me to value myself. nothing more, and nothing less. that’s not what’s making me bitter here.
it’s not a problem for men to have body hair. But on a women its consider nasty & unhygienic…nah
Bless feminine peeps showing off happy trails though. I was teased so much for being hairy, and even after I started shaving my pits and legs I had a hairy stomach and up until I stopped shaving all together, people still teased me. Even though I don’t consider myself female anymore and love showing off my legs, I’m still afraid of crop tops.
It’s also really nice to see a body hair positivity post featuring a woc because they get almost no representation in that whatsoever
i wish i saw more of this when i was young before i zapped off my tummy hair forever 😣 i never saw it bein normalized
