lacigreen:

You Can’t Be a Princess” | Journalists from ABC’s “What Would You Do?” planted hidden cameras in a Halloween store and filmed shoppers’ reactions to a boy who wanted a princess costume and a girl who wanted a Spiderman costume.

we are policed into our respective gender roles at a very, very young age.

(Source: lalondes)

atrickstertype:

[tw: cissexism, sexual harassment, implied rape]

You wanna be Peter Pan. 
You wanna be that fairy-dusted disaster that conquers Hook and slays pirates because that’s what strong boys do. 
But they gave you a dress, and a name to match, and a lot of pink stuff you’d never play with. 

You loved action figures just as much as dolls (yeah, you love dolls, don’t lie). 

You don’t walk like a lady though. 

You flunked ballet class. 

“You can’t go, it’s boys only.” 
“Don’t wear swimming trunks, wear a bathing suit.”
“You’re too old to be a tomboy! GROW UP.”

You can’t fly. You never will. 

Even days when you’re wearing the perfect clothes 
people will stare and say, “Is that a girl or a boy?” 
And you smile to yourself because today, 
maybe you might just pass, 
but then you see their eyes register no facial hair, 
no knot in your throat, no bulge in your pants, they say it again.

Louder.

Tauntingly.

“IS THAT A GIRL OR A BOY?” 

This time they know and they just wanna see you squirm 
and you do and they snicker and give you that look that says, “You aren’t human here.” 

You’re stuck with the body you’ve got and the gender you don’t 
There’s no fairy dust 
No flying away 
No childhood dreams 
So you’re doing the best you can. 

You rock your indecisive parts proudly, 
but there are days when you can be shattered by a quick tongue.
Days when men argue about the lines of your body, and then one says, “It’s got tits.” 

IT 

because you’re not worthy of any other title. 

Days when girls will hate you for what you are 
whatever you are 
you aren’t human here. 
But I’ve got tits.

So on that day when he said to me, 
“I don’t care if you’re gay, I’d still fuck the shit out of you,” 
I should’ve been willing, right? 

But I wasn’t. 

So I walked faster trying to escape his leering face, 
the look of malice in his eyes that I’ve seen in so many other men 
“I’ll fuck you straight, girl.” 

I don’t know how much of a girl 
I am but at that moment I wished I had the knuckle strength of men. 

But I don’t, so I left my pride in this throat, 
I would try to glue myself back together for tomorrow 
because there are always gonna be days like this. 

Days when you have to carry your somber heart like a coffin, 
days when you pass until you slip and let your words fall from your mouth carried by a feminine voice and they know again. 

Know that you’re not a him, or a her, but something in between, not human to them. 

What an abomination. What a monster. 

Why can’t you be normal with your dress, your boyfriend, your virginity? 
They wanna paint you the color of smashed hymens. 
They want you to know that naked, you will always be soft like a woman; 
naked, you will always have the parts of a woman, 
you, IT, your telltale breasts 
you will NEVER be one of those strong boys. 
you are far from Peter Pan but learn to hold your back like a flagpole, 
it’s all you’ve got out there. 
there’s no Neverland.

And now I’m crying. Jesus fuck.

(via fuckyeahsexpositivity)

steegeschnoeber:

oneandonlygabriel:

I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel strongerLike, holy shit, the end made me feel so happy 

I took the liberty to translate the text.
Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.

Sometimes men simply have to be role models.
Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.
My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.
Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.
Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.
In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.
We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.
Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”
To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.
And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.

I hope it’s alright like this.

steegeschnoeber:

oneandonlygabriel:

I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel stronger
Like, holy shit, the end made me feel so happy 

I took the liberty to translate the text.

Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.

Sometimes men simply have to be role models.

Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.

My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.

Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.

Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.

In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.

We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.

Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”

To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.

And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.

I hope it’s alright like this.

(via lgbtlaughs)

"You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here’s a hint - ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn’t just the women. It’s the great male fantasy - all it takes is one dance to know that she’s the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know - this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. And they don’t want a very long courtship. They want to know immediately."

- David Levithan and Rachel Cohn.

Last night I tweeted “Why are there no fairy tales with the prince being rescued?” and today I found the answer.

(via willlonghini)

(via themonicabird)

lacigreen:

historicalslut:

afternoonsnoozebutton:

theloudestcritic:

because it would be a disaster if women used normal, non-genderized pens! 

BIC for Her~*~

Pink and Purple pens does not make me want to buy the “for her” pens…

gendering PENS?  srsly?….

lacigreen:

historicalslut:

afternoonsnoozebutton:

theloudestcritic:

because it would be a disaster if women used normal, non-genderized pens! 

BIC for Her~*~

Pink and Purple pens does not make me want to buy the “for her” pens…

gendering PENS?  srsly?….

"Some Nickelodeon executives were worried, says Konietzko, about backing an animated action show with a female lead character. Conventional TV wisdom has it that girls will watch shows about boys, but boys won’t watch shows about girls. During test screenings, though, boys said they didn’t care that Korra was a girl. They just said she was awesome."

‘Airbender’ Creators Reclaim Their World in ‘Korra’ (via firenationroyalty)

Thank gawd for Korra, SBFF, MLP, and hopefully a growing list.  

Boo for every time this “data” has been brought up, and hurray for the day when I can go to a pitch without hearing this.

 Just make something good, give it some heart, and stop testing stuff till it’s just a bunch of mush.

(via potatofarmgirl)

Reblogging for FYEAH!! common sense. 

We rooted for Katarra when she was doing her water bending training in the North Pole. Korra is just bad ass, period. I think more guys would watch it because a girl is the main character.

(via semicolson)

(Source: meggannn, via semicolson)

forgetpolitics:

For anyone who only sees gender and sex in black and white, here’s proof by the lovely humon that nature is just as fluid with representations of gender and sex as we are.

(via my-nerd-senses-are-tingling-dea)