Social Justice and fanboy shit, you know... tumblr. ima white, cis, gay, jewish, mentally ill (fuck yeah depression and anxiety), anticapitalist anticolonial, trans-and-sex-worker-inclusive radical feminist. He/him pronouns.

2amideamonster is my sideblog about writing comics.

my fandoms include: night vale, fringe, good wife, Vattu/Rice Boy, webcomics, Miyazaki, atla, lotr, whedonverse, broad city and so much more. I am always behind on everything though.

I try to remember trigger/spoiler warnings, but sometimes forget bc ADD. lemme know if there's anything in particular you want me to tag for.

 

Honestly, I would pay 15 dollars for three hours of 3D IMAX Middle Earth landscapes with no plot or dialogue at all.

bisexual-books:

It’s time for another Bisexual Books giveaway!  You know you could use more queer comics in your life!  

You could win all the fantastic goodies pictured above:

  • A copy of Batgirl 19 which features the coming out of Alysia (Batgirl’s roommate) as transgender!  Alysia is also bi.  And did I mention this copy is AUTOGRAPHED by author Gail Simone?  
  • A copy of Death’s Door by Sam Saturday, a pansexual author writing about creepy polyamorous demons.  And it’s also AUTOGRAPHED by sam-saturday!   
  • A copy of Pancakes by Kat Leyh, a super adorable comic with queer girl superheros that makes us swoon.
  • stickers from weneeddiversebooks, Geeks Out, tumblr, and a bi pride flag
  • and a handful of pinback buttons including a Dark Horse pride button!

Now all the boring rules stuff:

  • This giveaway is open to everyone (yes international friends this includes you).  
  • You must be following us here at bisexual-books to win
  • You must reblog this post (likes don’t count for this one sorry guys).
  • You can reblog as many times as you’d like
  • But no giveaway blogs  
  • Winners will be chosen August 10th at 8pm CST

And don’t forget to enter our other two awesome giveaways — one for romance and the other for bisexual YA!

bitch-media:

Unequal access to fat-sized fashion is a well-documented and long-term phenomenon. Even now, after several decades of fat-positive activism and consumer interest fuelling the creation of more fat fashion, clothing in larger sizes is not nearly as accessible as “straight-sized” clothing, in terms of quantity as well as quality. As such, today’s fa(t)shionistas have developed their own ways to engage with fashion when the industry refuses to recognise them as viable customers.

Graphics used from ModCloth survey

Used by permission of the publishers from “Fashion’s ‘Forgotten Woman’: How fat bodies queer fashion and consumption,” in Queering Fat Embodiment eds. Cat Pausé, Jackie Wykes and Samantha Murray (Farnham: Ashgate, 2014). pp. 133-134. Copyright © 2014

Read more from Fashion’s ‘Forgotten Woman’: How fat bodies queer fashion and consumption on Bitch Media

He is taking a course on Marxist ideology.
He says, “The only real solution is to smash the system and start again.”
His thumb is caressing the most bourgeois copy of the communist manifesto that I have ever seen,
He bought it at Barnes and Noble for twenty-nine U.S. American dollars and ninety-nine cents,
Its hard cover shows a dark man with a scarved face
Waving a gigantic red flag against a fictional smoky background.
The matte finish is fucking gorgeous.
He wants to be congratulated for paying Harvard sixty thousand dollars
To teach him that the system is unfair.
He pulls his iPhone from his imported Marino wool jacket, and leaves.

What people can’t possibly tell from the footage on TV
Is that the water cannon feels like getting whipped with a burning switch.
Where I come from, they fill it with sewer water and hope that they get you in the face with your mouth open
So that the hepatitis will keep you in bed for the next protest.
What you can’t tell from Harvard square,
Is that when the tear gas bursts from nowhere to everywhere all at once,
It scrapes your insides like barbed wire, sawing at your lungs.
Tear gas is such a benign term for it,
If you have never breathed it in you would think it was a nostalgic experience.
What you can’t learn at Barnes and Noble,
Is that when they rush you, survival is to run,
I am never as fast as when the police are chasing me.
I know what happens to women in the holding cells down there and yet…
We still do it.

I inherited my communist manifesto,
It has no cover—
Because my mother ripped it off when she hid it in the dust jacket of “Don Quixote”
The day before the soldiers destroyed her apartment,
Looking for subversive propaganda.
She burned the cover, could not bring herself to burn the pages,
Hoped to God the soldiers couldn’t read,
They never found it.
So she was not killed for it, but her body bore the scars of the torture chamber,
For wanting her children to have a better life than she did,
Don’t talk to me about revolution.

I know what the price of smashing the system really is, my people already tried that.
The price of uprise is paid in blood,
And not Harvard blood.
The blood that ran through the streets of Santiago,
The blood thrown alive from Argentine helicopters into the Atlantic.

It is easy to say “revolution” from the comfort of a New England library.

It is easy to offer flesh to the cause,
When it is not yours to give.

Catalina Ferro, “Manifesto” (via dialecticsof)

I feel like people do need to remember that there is a very real, very painful, very human element to the word “revolution”.

(via nuanced-subversion)

(Source: sincerely-the-end)