And people laugh when I tell them women are still invisible in this world.
Things I did not know, but should.
This is a post that might save a life.
My mom worked for 25 years as an ER nurse and is convinced that a lot of women die simply because folks only know heart attack symptoms that occur in males.
March Is bisexual health awareness month The bisexual resource centre in Boston USA have a page devoted to links regarding bisexual health awareness…
Every week I work on an episode about bisexuality. Soon….
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.
You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.
As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.”
Are you Black first? Or are you a woman first?
I get this question all the time because I am a Black feminist. People want to know if this means that I care less about the political realities of being Black. If I am now only concerned with being a woman. Or do I allow my blackness to get in the way of caring about issues impacting women.
It’s not physically possible for me to separate my race from my gender. I cannot choose to one day be Black Danielle who has no gender and the next day be Danielle the Woman who has no race. And yet, socially and politically Black women are expected to split their identities all the time.
Black feminism is the rejection of this.
As a Black feminist, I vow to bring all of my marginalized identities to any political or sociological discussion. I also vow to support marginalized identities which I do not possess because everything we advocate for needs to be mindful to not harm the people it claims to support. This is the application of the concept called “intersectionality” which legal scholar Kimberlé Crenshaw blessed us with in 1989.
Oftentimes, Black women are asked to forget their gender by Black men or forget their race by white women simply because Black womanhood is not valued in many spaces other than explicitly Black woman centered spaces. Black womanhood is a conflation of myriad forms of marginalization and as such our experiences are not often centered.
We’re often told it’s too difficult and complex to consider our experiences. We are told that we hurt the causes of white women and Black men. This is ironic because when the issues of Black women are addressed, or even more specifically, when the issues of low income and LGBT Black women are addressed, everybody wins.
I only make horrible things.
Here is a horrible short comic based on real things. (the more you know about Lolita/Tokitae and Hugo the more sense this will make.)
Tokitae still lives in a ridiculous shit tank that small, by the way.
I admittedly don’t know the circumstances of Hugo’s actual demise (I couldn’t find anything about the event itself.) But factually: he did die of a brain bleed, and he was known for bashing his head on the walls. Probably related.
Because happy animals habitually bash their head into concrete walls for fun, right?
The truth of the matter is: these two huge animals were put in a relative goldfish bowl to jump around for human amusement. How do you think they felt about that?
They can’t possibly have any real concept of what’s going, or gone, on. How would they?
Please don’t support marine circuses, and definitely don’t support the shithole MSQ. (There is absolutely nothing anyone can do to improve my opinion of that place.)
this is amazing, i know the story but i still gasped at the last panel. really beautiful work.
This is literally amazing, and saying it’s amazing underestimates this so bad.
Getting to the last panel made me sob. Ugh.
For anyone curious, and to extend a bit more on what the artist has said already, Lolita is the orca currently housed in the Miami Seaquarium in probably the smallest tank in the US - illegal even for an animal their size.
Hugo used to be housed with her, but died of a brain aneurysm. (He had a history of banging his head into walls, and even cut off the tip of his nose doing so, which had to be sewn back on.)
The reason the last panel hit so very close to home, is because it is referenced off of this image:
That is Hugo being dumped into the Miami Dade dump after his passing.
Okay so I am shit-ass terrified of orcas. They are huge and incredibly smart, smart as humans at LEAST. My parents took me to Sea World as a small child and they took me up to the tank to see the orca up-close and I started crying in fear. Free Willy sealed the deal — I am terrified of orcas even as I respect them. They scare the fuck out of me.
I bawled like a fucking baby over this, especially the picture of Hugo being dumped in the explanation above.
Orcas terrify me to the point of tears (I saw the comic and started shaking) and I would still never, ever wish one on an aquarium. Part of my fear involved learning everything I could about them so I knew best how to avoid them, so I got a really nauseatingly in-depth education of how terribly orcas in captivity have it, even at aquariums that have lots of space for them and care for them.
You see a petition to ban orcas and dolphins being held in captivity for entertainment purposes, fucking sign it.