“gender critical” radical feminists/terfs do nothing but enforce the white, western concepts of gender, literally colonizing what’s left of non-western/anti-western genders and concepts of sexuality. there is a reason why terfs are predominantly white, disproportionally attacking trans women of color.
you can reblog this
this post made some terfs very angry and i would like to say from the bottom of my heart: die
I can’t believe that statue of Ymir getting milk from the primoridal cow or whatever the fuck was unironically made in 1969.
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Wolf/dog post for the end of March!
Nature Witch –
A witch who feels the most connected to nature, regardless of the season or location. Has a strong connection to nature spirits. Resonates with the heartbeat of the Earth and incorporates aspects of the natural world into all their magickal workings.
y’all I remember way back in whenever when Freyr showed up and it was all “oh ok, it’s just one Norse god, he can stay that’s cool”
no
no it is absolutely never just one Norse god, you start with one and then they all bust down your door hollering and making a fuss
Norse Gods: Not Even Once
This is the truest fucking thing
The Loki (s) I’ve known have been:
– the smug deity who shows up unannounced like he’s already been invited… Counters all hostility with amused and witty jabs… Respects you more for insulting him back, but only if it’s witty (read “worthy of him”)
– the dude who eats apples intensely at you while you’re trying to use the bathroom. You get the feeling he’s not looking at the you in the room, but some idea of you he has planned out ten steps ahead…
-The one who fumbles his callous demeanor, and melts mid-barb and when you unexpectedly lay your head in his lap and sigh with child-like trust and affection… and has nothing to say for a moment…
– The quiet, bony-fingered one with a delicate and concentrated touch as he holds your hair over the toilet bowl so you can vomit out your self-loathing in great, gasping wretches… He wipes your mouth for you, places you in bed, and leaves silently once he’s sure you’ll fall asleep
– the adult who, when his approximation of reason doesn’t work, woefully begs you to stay a child for just a little longer…
– and when you refuse, because you’re an adult damnit– the one who take matters into his own hands…. and face…. against yours.
-the one who thinks drinking a bottle of vodka and flashing you in a bath robe is the way to get busy… And is promptly removed from the room by another deity.
-the guy who gets drunk with you, makes out with you while the buzz makes self-destruction a turn-on, then laughs with you as you both throw Molotov cocktails at your own house…. and leaves your passed-out ass on the lawn and bolts when the police arrive.
– the one who comes back later to apologize and try to fix it …. But doesn’t regret a single decision made.
– the one who lies to your face and you know it’s a lie and still you feel called out, like hey man, that’s a truth bomb I wasn’t expecting… Low blow… Why’d you have to go and say it.
may the bridges I burn light the way 