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d0ll0rwh0re · 9 days
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im the hottest girl ever
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fuckistooduptoofast · 5 months
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AND ALL THE STARS JUST LIKE LITTLE FISH
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webdiggerxxx · 4 months
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꧁★꧂
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g0recvnt · 4 months
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owlzieartz · 7 months
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A real Grrrl boss
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heavenlylibrary · 5 months
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"You are a witch by saying aloud, 'I am a Witch,' three times, and thinking about that. You are a witch by being female, untamed, angry, joyous, and immortal.”
- From a W.I.T.C.H. leaflet (1960s women’s liberation group)
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desirelinew · 3 months
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graham coxon of blur & niki elliot of huggy bear ♀️im sure every blur fan has seen this picture lol- i went to goodwill today but it kinda of sucked
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omegaremix · 2 months
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Cath-, 2013.
My friend Catherine and I were two weeks away from meeting up for the first time in six years. For a good nine months, conversations escalated. The more we spoke, the more time we needed to answer each other back. She was interested in my progress from a personal collapse, and I was interested in her health. We had a lot of parallels and things in common. Since we had our own personal setbacks and what-if scenarios, there was a lot of potential of what could and should have happened. The euphoria to meet up, pick up right where we left off, and arrive at a vital turning point in our lives was real.
Right before we met in April three years ago, she had given me several vital updates about herself. The good news was that she re-upped on graphic design courses at community college. Her discovery of David Carson took me by surprise as I was a huge fan of Raygun Magazine. I became the reason she took to blogging, and she started illustrating for personal projects. The bad news was that she was arrested for using in a coffee house parking lot. Relations with her family were very contentious, and her blog entries detailed scheming, past troubles, and sexually-explicit acts in shocking and heart-jumping detail. The balance of good and bad is always the Libra.
The more time passed, the more anticipated our next answers would be. It was sophisticated conversation, a true rarity in my world. That was what had us trading ten-page replies. What we also traded were music recommendations. We had done this before over ice cream when we first met during the last decade, and we were going to do it again. Thanks to her dealer circle, she discovered KMFDM and Skinny Puppy, so I gave her a plentiful amount of both, then congratulated her for now becoming an industrialist. She then send me her recommendations: Bikini Kill, Huggy Bear, Babes In Toyland, Heavens To Betsy, and Bratmobile.
It was expected and I was not surprised. She had a rough social life in high-school and wasn’t taught proper survival, self-esteem, or coping skills. Moreso, she had a lot of bad instances with the wrong men she had met in her life, most using and abusing her. So Catherine took to getting new skin. She definitely had her reasons. She needed some ammunition and reinforcements in Kill Rock Stars and Lookout! as the obvious de facto choices in female teeth. The music was not only a small sieve in what Catherine was about, but also part of the Omega spring shows simply because they were damn good.
These are just the few cuts I found through Catherine that would later become part of our radio show. They also are a red stamp of the era of conversations, issues, and  soul we had, and more, for the rest of that spring; things still so unreal after the fact that it still resonates with me.
Bikini Kill “New Radio”
Heavens To Betsy “Waitress Hell”
Babes In Toyland “Laugh My Head Off”
Huggy Bear “February 14”
Bratmobile “Shut Your Face”
Babes In Toyland “Bruise Violet”
Heavens To Betsy “Get Out Of My Head”
Babes In Toyland “Oh Yeah”
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xdevia · 1 year
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poppletonink · 10 months
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Feminist Recommendation: The Babysitters Club
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When a group of girls decide to start a babysitting business together in their home town of Stoneybrook, they find comfort, support and friendship in each other as they make it through middle school. Kristy Thomas is a headstrong 'tomboy' and a natural born leader. Mary Anne Spier is a shy girl with a love of musical theater and has an overbearing, protective father watching over her. Claudia Kishi is a creative fashionista who flunks out in the maths department of her schooling. Stacey McGill is the chic new girl from New York with a secret, and Dawn Schafer is a determined activist and loyal friend. With their creation of 'The Baby-Sitters Club' we see the five girls grow, as we follow individual stories of their babysitting ventures.
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taintedandviolent · 9 months
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In that moment, we were almost human
or stars, waiting for glimmer, so the universe
would notice, or give us a soft touch.
I said,
«Is my red, red enough? I’m waiting for your teeth
at my throat. It’s only good manners»
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ourladyofomega · 1 year
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Pussy Riot performing live at New York City’s Poisson Rouge; September 22, 2023.
📸: Conor Rooney
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franjas-de-estados · 2 months
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myneonghost · 2 months
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"I am, I am a feminist
Yo soy, yo soy feminista
Je suis, je suis une féministe
Ich bin eine feministin
私はフェミニストです"
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amymel86 · 9 months
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When the responses to a post on a relationship advice subreddit is...
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Grrrrrrl
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heavenlylibrary · 5 months
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I don’t like what the moon is supposed to do.
Confuse me, ovulate me,
spoon-feed me longing. A kind of ancient
date-rape drug. So I’ll howl at you, moon,
I’m angry. I’ll take back the night. Using me to
swoon at your questionable light,
you had me chasing you,
the world’s worst lover, over and over
hoping for a mirror, a whisper, insight.
But you disappear for nights on end
with all my erotic mysteries
and my entire unconscious mind.
How long do I try to get water from a stone?
It’s like having a bad boyfriend in a good band.
Better off alone. I’m going to write hard
and fast into you, moon, face-fucking.
Something you wouldn’t understand.
You with no swampy sexual
promise but what we glue onto you.
That’s not real. You have no begging
cunt. No panties ripped off and the crotch
sucked. No lacerating spasms
sending electrical sparks through the toes.
Stars have those.
What do you have? You’re a tool, moon.
Now, noon. There’s a hero.
The obvious sun, no bullshit, the enemy
of poets and lovers, sleepers and creatures.
But my lovers have never been able to read
my mind. I’ve had to learn to be direct.
It’s hard to learn that, hard to do.
The sun is worth ten of you.
You don’t hold a candle
to that complexity, that solid craze.
Like an animal carcass on the road at night,
picked at by crows,
taunting walkers and drivers. Your face
regularly sliced up by the moving
frames of car windows. Your light is drawn,
quartered, your dreams are stolen.
You change shape and turn away,
letting night solve all night’s problems alone.
- I’m Over the Moon by Brenda Shaughnessy
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