“Political leaders in St. Petersburg are about to vote on law that will make it illegal for any person to write a book, publish an article or speak in public about being gay, lesbian or transgender. The ruling party led by President Medvedev and Prime Minister Putin could make millions of…
(Source: allout.org)
Real women do not look like just one thing.
Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.
Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.
Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.
Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.
Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.
There is no wrong way to have a body.
I meant to post some long-ass thing after finishing my 7 days sober.
However, I’ve been too busy getting twatted. I’m ok though, yay!
I feel so great today!
Last night, we came very VERY close to breaking the sobriety - I’m really happy I didn’t.
My head has cleared finally and I feel like I’ve really overcome the weird feelings and crappiness of the past few days.
I’m going to remain sober for the coming weekend, mainly so I can say I fully accomplished my 7 days sober.
YAY - all sorted. Now back to getting trashed *occasionally* and back to posting pictures of me in states of undress instead of these whinging entries.
FUCK I feel depressed.
All of a sudden I feel overwhelmingly behind at school, I feel like the work I actually have been doing this week (should have been started weeks ago) is just a load of shit.
I don’t see the point in this, I can not see any way of clearing the backlog and getting up to speed.
Its ridiculous, Monday especially I felt so pumped and ready to take on these huge challenges. I think in the back of my mind I knew then already that I would begin to struggle by this point - and so I’d pre-programmed my brain to feel like this.
According to the internet eating some bananas and tuna will cheer me up. Sounds so obscene.