If you blocked any of my social media accounts, made a point not to make eye contact with me, avoided inviting or informing me about community events, shut or hip checked me at your front door, pretended you didnt see the cis guys playing musical chairs on the trolley, asked bizarre or invasive out-of-context personal questions fishing for info while hiding your purpose, generally shut me out and were evasive or deceptive when I asked why …
Don’t add me here or anywhere else.
You are part of a torture machine that kills in a particularly vicious way.
If you consider yourself my friend and neither asked me what was going on nor shared the information I needed to make good choices and keep myself safe, I’d prefer if you contacted me directly and let me know why. Otherwise re-evaluate your definition of friend and ally (and maybe consent and feminism). I don’t trust you.
(Source: landofnods, via wolfblock)
(Source: landofnods)
hey folks, what are some reasons I should *not* blow up abuser lists?
(Source: livefromphilly)
(Source: livefromphilly)
when i used to sit in 2 penn– back in the days of heated fish rocks and being able to sit in 2 penn, i used to stare at this weird intense gross painting over the heads of all the suits eating lunch and be like Why the fuck is there a painting of someone getting their leg cut open in here? then 2 Penn got video screens, the painting might have moved to landtitle for awhile. i cut my finger and am getting leveled by osteomyelitis.
Stolen bike alert. My work bike got grabbed off the porch on 48th & springfield about 1pm today. Swobo Sanchez, fixed, scratched up, torn black seat, uno seat post, black pedals, reload foot straps, oury grips same as pic but not ripped up.