I got so much crap when I cut my hair the second time. All I heard was, “you have such beautiful hair why did you cut it?” When my hair got long enough I got loc extensions. I heard nothing but praise. “Now you look like a woman.” “Don’t ever cut your hair again, you look so much better.” Until I went home and my grandparents gave me crap for having locs.
I am not my hair. And no matter how I choose to style it, I look beautiful. My hair and what I choose to do with it does not define me nor does it concern you. And no matter how I wear it I look divine because of who I am, not what is on my head.
Mel wearing my latest flower crown and beautiful lace from Deja Vintage Boutique.
Spencer Finch - 366, Emily Dickinson’s Miraculous Year (2009)
This work is based on Emily Dickinson in 1862, when she wrote 366 poems in 365 days. It is a real-time memorial to that year, which burns for exactly one year. The sculpture is comprised of 366 individual candles arranged in a linear sequence, each of which burns for 24 hours. The colour of each candle matches a colour mentioned in the corresponding poem. For the poems in which no colour is mentioned, the candles are made out of natural paraffin.
Macabre statues to keep me company outside my new office.
Best outside-office-art ever. Why nip out for a cigarette break when you can nip out for a reality break.
found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom
omg these are so sassy its amazing
I fucking WISH I had these on hand a few years ago, haha
This is literally what Terry Pratchett wears to conventions.
Transfeminine Fashion is a new blog for trans women and dmab nonbinary folks to submit their cute outfits, and see other people like them in clothes that make them confident, comfortable, and happy!
So if you dressed up nice today, or had a great shopping trip, please shoot us a submission!
this is the abridged pop quiz i’m giving my students tomorrow, in intro to ethnic studies—i would really encourage my non-native followers to consider these questions as well, and to challenge themselves in trying to answer these without the help of the internet (of course look it up later, but i think it’s important to take a minute and recognize things we are ignorant on before blindly googling it).
i’m also doing a class-wide (image-based) quiz to see who can name famous Native people versus Indian mascots, and culturally appropriative fashion brands versus the cultures from which the trendy item in question originates. i have an hour and fifteen minutes to cover all Native experiences of racism post-1850—that in and of itself is a racist requirement of me. what i have learned to do with the time allotted to me is push students to recognize just how incredibly ignorant they are re: Native peoples, cultures, and political issues, rather than try to cram a bunch of stuff in their heads. It’s better for them to walk out stunned and humbled at how little they all know than with frantically scrawled notes they’re not gonna keep or remember.
Dear Professor [name],
My name is [Preferred name], and I will be attending your course [blank] on [days] at [time] this [term]. I am transgender and have not yet legally changed my name. On your roster is my legal name, [Legal name]. I would greatly appreciate it if you refer to me as [Preferred name] and use [pronouns] when referring to me. Thank you for your understanding, and I look forward to starting your course next week.
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No Makeup Selifes and 50 Shades of Sane: One psychiatric ward patient was obliged to adhere to normalised standards of beauty… just to prove she was sane.
"When I was on that psychiatric ward, every Monday was Ward Round. The doctors would come and see every patient in turn, talking about the weeks’ progress, any changes that needed to be made and plans to go home on leave or permanently. I learned pretty quickly that Monday was also the day everyone put on a full face of makeup and styled their hair.
"I don’t want [the doctor] to think I don’t care about myself!" I can still hear one patient saying almost hysterically when she realised she was out of mascara and wasn’t allowed to go out to buy more.
I, too, bought into this idea that the only way to prove I was well enough to leave the hospital was to wear my makeup like a good little girl. Thank god I did, really, because otherwise I might have been there a bit longer. Monday morning I was up and out of bed, reaching for my hairbrush and my eyeliner when I really wanted five more minutes of sleep. Monday afternoon I’d put down my book, however interesting, and nip to the loo to check my lip gloss hadn’t smudged and my hair was still straight.
When a patient is admitted to the ward, the staff (understandably) take any sharp objects from them. I dutifully handed over my nail scissors.
"And your razor…"
"I don’t have one."
"Well, when you get one, hand it in."
When, a couple of days later, I had yet to acquire and hand in a razor, a note appeared on my care plan that I needed to pay more attention to my personal hygiene.” Read more…