its 20 fucking 13 can we stop pretending that online activism and general awareness campaigns “dont do anything” before i got on tumblr i was a racist sexist anti-feminist piece of garbage whos greatest understanding of any social issue was discrimination against white gay men and that trans people were “men trapped in womens bodies”
obviously something fucking right is going on so why dont you stop being pessimistic little shits.
oh please tell me you’re joking.
Bitch who you fuckin with do you know who I am I’mma take my hair down for this one lord Jesus I have an anger here now LORD SAVE US ALL Y’ALL GONNA BURN.
As someone who is a BFD in the Steampunk fashion world, I’m going to put this as nicely as possible: no, you racist asshole.
I am as pale as humanly possible, and that’s great. Josh is dark, and that’s great. But to say that a certain fashion is only for white people become of some inaccurate ideas as to Victorianism? Fuck you very hard.
How dare you.
That anon needs to be slapped.
Here are some lovely dark skinned people of color from the victorian era in their fancy dress.
YOU KNOW ANON ASSHOLES LIKE YOU ARE WHY I USED TO BE AFRAID TO DRESS IN GOTH, STEAMPUNK AND VICTORIAN CLOTHES. (I’m hispanic and was afraid I’d be put down for dressing in the styles I want.)
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DENY SOMEONE THE RIGHT TO DRESS HOW THEY WANT TO DRESS. IT’S THEIR LIFESTYLE NOT YOURS. GOTH, STEAMPUNK AND ALTERNATIVE CLOTHING ARE FOR ANYONE TO WEAR. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT SOMEONE CAN’T DRESS A CERTAIN WAY BECAUSE THE STEREOTYPICAL IMAGES OF THOSE LIFESTYLES ARE WHITE PEOPLE?
Well anon you are leading a sad close minded life, and you need to realize everyone can dress how they want, regardless of the stereotypical image.
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Parents, siblings, carers, cousins, teachers, tutors, mentors, aunts, uncles, etc, of young children: we have a chance to mold the gender relations of the future.
A boy and a girl run around on the grass at the park. The boy tackles the girl. The girl laughs. She gets up and runs away. She loves to run. He chases, she turns and they grab each other, tumble and land in a pile, giggling. After a few minutes, he tackles her again and she lands a bit hard. She is bigger and physical, but he more than holds his own in roughhousing. She pauses for a second. Then she laughs again; she’s still having fun.
Dad gets his attention, and says, “If she’s not having fun, you have to stop.”
He is two. He needs to hear this now, and so does she. And again, and again, and again, so that like wearing a helmet on the bike it is ingrained.