Eclectic Girl

A feminist blog. Also girlie things, like superheroes and dragons and makeup.

arakitayasuhomo:

therapsid:

afro-rabbit:

Gettin sick of that false equality mindset that’s flying around.

I’m so glad this post exists because I just saw two long’n’whiny-ass comics about the ~poor cishets~ in a fucking row and my eye were spinning so fast in my skull that I was getting dizzy.

I saw that post with stuff like “you’re not better than a cis person just because you’re trans” written over pictures of kittens, like, wow, you’re so enlightened, and your use of cat pictures is so sarcastic and great, you fucking asshole.

Bolded.

(via rivigirli)

Anonymous asked: small and clumsy dragon being protected (maybe from a knight?) by a princess :D ( I just really like nice dragons) and I really love your style!

pettry:

Thank you, kind anon! Hope you like it!

vixyish:

solarbird:

xgenepositive:

mmmahogany:

#john barrowman is having none of your misogynist bullshit

i love that barrowman’s response also distances him from the contestant
"hahahaha women do laundry right john?  you with me, john?"
"don’t lump me in with you, you fucking martian”

This is what I’m talking about when I keep saying that men have to deny the endorsement. This guy wanted Barrowman’s tacit support or agreement for his sexism, as part of bonding through humour. John went nope.

Bolding mine.

(Source: kaniehtiio, via albinwonderland)

What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
Right?”
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.

Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Gods.
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
Weak
Fallible
Mortal.
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.