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Whenever people ask me, lately, how I’m going or what I’m up to, I have nothing new or interesting to say. I feel so stagnant in my life. Everything is just same old same old.
And I want all of these conflicting things and I’m stuck. I want to chop my hair off and dye it purple. But I want to keep my long, natural colour hair. I want to stay in my job because I love it but it want to find a new job and have a new challenge. Want a tattoo. But I don’t.
What am I doing with my life? Who even am I anymore? What do I care about, what do I believe in, what am I passionate about?
I think (I hope) my trip to NZ is going to be really important for me to tune back into myself. Maybe I’ll feel I have more direction after some time away, exploring.

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Everything that is happening in Ferguson is scarily similar to the 2004 “riots” on Palm Island after an Aboriginal man died in custody, due to police brutality, which the policeman got away with… of course.

The parallels between America and Australia are everywhere and it makes me so angry and sick to my stomach that this stuff keeps happening.

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is this beautiful solidarity too much for you, anon?

(also, i feel bad for you.)

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Went to Anglesea today to explore something work related. It was my first time to Anglesea and despite the cold it was really lovely to stand on an empty beach and see and smell the ocean. It was also really lovely to look at the horizon and see only 1 ship, not the 15+ you’d see in Newcastle.

Went to Anglesea today to explore something work related. It was my first time to Anglesea and despite the cold it was really lovely to stand on an empty beach and see and smell the ocean. It was also really lovely to look at the horizon and see only 1 ship, not the 15+ you’d see in Newcastle.

Sleeping companion. 😊💜😘🐱

Sleeping companion. 😊💜😘🐱

(Source: 100soft, via feministfunpolice)

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We were grabbing a bite of lunch at a small cafe, in a mall, right across from a booth that sold jewelry and where ears could be pierced for a fee. A mother approaches with a little girl of six or seven years old. The little girl is clearly stating that she doesn’t want her ears pierced, that’s she’s afraid of how much it will hurt, that she doesn’t like earrings much in the first place. Her protests, her clear ‘no’ is simply not heard. The mother and two other women, who work the booth, begin chatting and trying to engage the little girl in picking out a pair of earrings. She has to wear a particular kind when the piercing is first done but she could pick out a fun pair for later.

"I don’t want my ears pierced."

"I don’t want any earrings."

The three adults glance at each other conspiratorially and now the pressure really begins. She will look so nice, all the other girls she knows wear earrings, the pain isn’t bad.

She, the child, sees what’s coming and starts crying. As the adults up the volume so does she, she’s crying and emitting a low wail at the same time. “I DON’T WANT MY EARS PIERCED.”

Her mother leans down and speaks to her, quietly but strongly, the only words we could hear were ‘… embarrassing me.’

We heard, then, two small screams, when the ears were pierced.

Little children learn early and often that ‘no doesn’t mean no.’

Little children learn early that no one will stand with them, even the two old men looking horrified at the events from the cafeteria.

Little girls learn early and often that their will is not their own.

No means no, yeah, right.

Most often, for kids and others without power, ”no means force.”

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from "No Means Force" at Dave Hingsburger’s blog.

This is important. It doesn’t just apply to little girls and other children, though it often begins there.

For the marginalized, our “no’s” are discounted as frivolous protests, rebelliousness, or anger issues, or we don’t know what we’re talking about, or we don’t understand what’s happening.

When “no means force” we become afraid to say no.

(via k-pagination)

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When I have a bad reaction to food/drink my eyes like to get in on the action.

When I have a bad reaction to food/drink my eyes like to get in on the action.