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June 01 2017

thatsridicarus
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iranian-diaspora:

were-wouf:

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La Source des Femmes (2011)

literally everything she said is historically accurate though

the concept of “hijab” existed long before Islam was founded. in pre islamic arabia and throughout the region, women regardless of religion would cover their hair and it was often a symbol of class (other than the concept of covering hair being cultural in christianity and judaism) 

women who were higher class and were from a wealthy family covered their hair to distinguish themselves from poorer classes

if wasn’t until after the founding of islam where covering hair was incorporated into muslim culture as “hijab”. there is no mention of hijab in the quran but there is a strong emphasis on modesty. there is however an explicit line in the quran directed towards men:

In Chapter 24 known as an-Nur (the Light), in verse 30, Allah commands Prophet Muhammad as follows:

قُلْ لِلْمُؤْمِنِيْنَ يَغُضُّوْا مِنْ أَبْصَارِهِمْ وَ يَحْفَظُوْا فُرُوْجَهُمْ, ذَلِكَ أَزْكَى لَهُمْ.

“Say to the believing men that: they should cast down their glances and guard their private parts (by being chaste). This is better for them.”

This is a command to Muslim men that they should not lustfully look at women (other than their own wives); and in order to prevent any possibility of temptation, they are required to cast their glances downwards. This is known as “hijab of the eyes”.

https://www.al-islam.org/hijab-muslim-womens-dress-islamic-or-cultural-sayyid-muhammad-rizvi/quran-and-hijab

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February 20 2017

thatsridicarus

It's no way to grow if you keep bringing the past up. To change, you need to embrace the past and learn that you are what you need and the current you can change yourself for the better given you are willing.

You cant keep blaming the past for why you cant grow, thats like saying when you were a  baby, you never could walk so now you will never walk because of that past? No. You fucking learn from that and now you can walk so how much different is thAt?

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July 08 2015

thatsridicarus

porcelainpoet:

My boyfriend just shaved himself a stache and I’ve already got hairy pits. But I didn’t do that intentionally.. lol. I just see no point in shaving right now. It’s winter time. 

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July 04 2015

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thedsgnblog:

Quote(s) of the week by Minna May

Minna So is a graphic designer, illustrator, and letterer from Seattle, Washington. She also works as a social media marketer and content developer. In 2012 she began working on personal design projects and commissioned work for clients that include Tiffany & Co., Target, Julep, Pinterest, Chronicle Books, Hallmark Cards, and more.

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June 26 2015

June 25 2015

Reminders to myself (and any other artsy people who follow me i guess)

stardustmote:

-You don’t get better at drawing by avoiding drawing until you are better at drawing.

- You don’t have to make a new masterpiece every day it’s okay if all you drew is a doodle of a bug. You are now +1 bug doodle better at doodling bugs. 

- Also it’s okay if the thing you drew didn’t turn out very good. Everything you draw makes you one step closer to being able to draw good. You are still +1 step better at drawing whatever you drew no take backsies.

- You are the only person who knows if your art didn’t turn out as good as you wanted it to. You are the only person who can see the things in your art that weren’t what you imagined in your head. No one else will know unless you tell them.

- Comparing yourself to other artists just isn’t fair. You get to see all of your art, the best stuff and the worst stuff. You usually only get to see the best stuff other artists make. You don’t get to see that half drawn badly propotioned face they drew at 2 am and immediately scrapped. So don’t compare your badly drawn 2 am face to their best work.

- Just keep making art. The only way you can really fail is if you give up. 

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June 23 2015

gaysobstory:

bi-unicorns:

Destroy gender roles, not gender identity 

THIS. THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE DONT UNDERSTAND.

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June 22 2015

thatsridicarus
The excessive use of force creates legitimacy problems, and force without legitimacy leads to defiance, not submission.
— Malcolm Gladwell (David and Goliath p.273)

June 21 2015

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heyfunniest:

image

Someone get this guy a fucking medal.

chianina:

They made birth control for men. However it never got past the clinical testing stage because its side effects were things like “moodiness, extreme cramping, hunger, increased sexual drive” and were considered INHUMANE.

karen-valentine:

what the fuck do they think women go through every goddamn month seriously

ihaveanarmy-wehaveatimelord:

I’M SORRY MEN CAN’T HANDLE MENSTRATION

thefamilyphantom:

men are pussies

iwishtoreportaburglary:

Men are not pussies because they can’t handle having one

cutestmoose:

men are penises

fangirlingdragon:

the post was amazing and the comments made it better.

prokopetz:

Oh, it’s even worse than that.

Hormonal birth control for men has been a solved problem since the 1970s, and the current iterations of the technology are actually substantially superior to equivalent treatments for women, demonstrating higher effectiveness, less dangerous side effects, and lower prevalence of side effects in virtually all modern trials. At this point, some forty years on, such treatments continue to be refused certification on the ostensible basis of concerns over the purely hypothetical effects of long-term use.

Meanwhile, a hormonal birth control treatment for women whose known and documented side effects include “sudden death” can go from the laboratory to the pharmacy shelf in under five years.

Really shows you where our priorities lie, doesn’t it?

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June 17 2015

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staar84:

backstageleft:

janeycake:

hawkyaly:

platonicknifelust:

sourcedumal:

aellagirl:

samandriel:

crypticcorvid:

samandriel:

How to give your kids trust issues and anxiety brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad

See Also: How to further endanger people in abusive relationships, brought to you by privacy invading mormon Dad, with control issues.

It’s honestly like Christian Grey level micromanaging. Do you wanna fuck up your kid? Because this is how you fuck up your kid.

My parents did this to me as a teenager.

Nothing will ever match the horror of being called into your dad’s office at the age of 14 and him showing you screenshots of your own computer from the last several months.

Screenshots of private conversations with online friends.

Or records of my internet browsing history.

And then my fundamentalist christian parents asked, “do you masturbate?” because they found I had signed up for this site called “okcupid” in order to do the fun personality quizzes they had on it. And okcupid was a “sex site.”

And they would play mind games with me, pretending that they had been recording more of my activity than they actually had, but refusing to tell me how much, so I never really knew how much they actually knew, or how long they’d been spying on my computer, and I lived in constant fear of them pulling out a “WE KNOW YOU DID THIS, GOTCHA.” at any moment.

Sometimes when I left the room they would sneak onto my computer and go through anything I had left open.

I’m 23 now, and to this day I have a soul-crippling paranoia of anybody getting near my computer. Not even long term romantic partners. NOBODY touches my computer. Never ever ever ever.

Because instead of actually communicating with your children, stalk them instead to manipulate them emotionally.

This is terrifying and my parents did this to me constantly throughout my childhood.
My mom hasn’t done it in the past year or so because I’ve been ‘good’ (I kind of just gave up on everything for awhile because of depression caused by my folks so I could do no wrong) and I still delete the history on the computer just in case. She still goes through my phone sometimes, though.

Phone horror story:
my parents went through my phone when I was young and dating this girl, but I didn’t want my parents to know. I was afraid if they would accept me, my mom being religious, and my dad being the most important person to me. So every night, my girlfriend and I would say goodnight and “I love you”. But my parents were suspicious, took my phone, went through it, and then hid it.

They then watched me run around the house in a blind panic trying to find my phone for /hours/. I finally figured out what happened, confronted them, and was sat down for hands down the worst talk I’d ever received. They asked me if I was dating this girl. I said yes. They asked me if I was a lesbian. I said no, I’m bisexual. They then proceeded to tell me that “bisexuality isn’t real, I have to pick, it’s just a phase” ect.

And that’s my coming out story. I didn’t “come out”. I was forced to admit my sexuality under interrogation after they invaded my privacy, and then ridiculed. I have nothing to hide now, but when someone goes through my phone, I freak out. I don’t tell my family when I’m dating someone, even if I’m happy with them.

So yeah. Wanna fuck up your child for life? Wanna cause a major rift in trust between you and your kid? Go through their shit, and wondering why your kid doesn’t tell you when something’s wrong /years/ later.

Okay I don’t normally add things to posts but I’m going to tonight.

I used to be in a relationship with a cis girl; if I may remind everyone, I, also, am a cis female. I live in the bible belt of the United States and one of the most terrible places you can be in: Texas. That means I was raised with and around people who STILL believe that gays/trans/anything apart from ‘the norm’ is going to hell/condemned/disgusting.

I was crushing on this girl of mine for a couple of years, and my parents took my phone one time because I got in trouble. They’d read all of our texts. All of them. Everything. And they forbid me from ever speaking to her again and ended up taking me to “Christian” therapy. This made me unbelievably depressed and when this happened, I got back into self harm. Still, when you’re forced to grow up doing things that make you happy in secret because your parents are super consesrvative, you get sneaky. Eventually this girl and I ended up in a relationship. So I dated this girl for THREE YEARS, long distance, ENTIRELY in secret. I had to clear my text messages every 5 minutes, couldn’t EVER talk to her on the phone (except for when I finally got my car and was allowed to go our by myself, in which, I still had to be careful) and it made us both MISERABLE. If they found out we were talking not only would we not be able to again, but they wanted to place a restraining order on her just so that it would be IMPOSSIBLE for us talk again. All because they were MORTIFIED of me ‘being gay’.

And I’m not exaggerating. They would check the Verizon bills to see what numbers I’ve texted/called, would SNATCH my phone out of my and RANDOMLY and check through my messages/MSN, and I was subject to ‘random regular computer checks’. The girl I was with at this time had to pay $50 to get an area code that wasn’t the one they’d be looking for just so that we could text back and fourth without questions.

It destroyed me. It destroyed my sense of trust for my parents and even now, long after my relationship with this person has been ended and I am allowed and approved to date my current boyfriend, I still clear my texts out of pure fear and am still scared sometimes. I doubt they’d take my phone now that I’m nearly 21, but I have no idea and I can’t be too careful. I still haven’t come out to them as pansexual and probably wont ever.

If you love your children, don’t do this kind of shit to them. They’ll never trust you again.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you violate your child’s privacy in this way you’ll never earn their trust, you’re just creating a better liar.

This is not something your children will “understand” later; you will not be forgiven, you will not be confided in. You will create trust issues for your children for all of their future relationships. There is nothing about this that is ok. 

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June 16 2015

thatsridicarus
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sexedplus:

Follow sexedplus or visit sexedplus.com for more like this!

Transcript:
It’s cool if you love someone.
It’s cool if you love being on your own.
It’s cool if you love someone of the same gender.
It’s cool if you love two someones.
It’s cool if you love differently
It’s cool if you love people in a platonic kind of way.
It’s super cool if you love yourself regardless.
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June 15 2015

darkbookworm13:

adventures-in-poor-planning:

inkskinned:

immol4tion:

no one really needs me and that makes me really fucking sad 

no listen okay nobody really needs oreos or tv or pictures of clouds: but they’re all stuff that makes the world better for existing. i think the whole western idea of “you must have worth! you must have value! you must be NEEDED!” is really poisonous. you are not for sale. you don’t need a “worth,” a “value”. you don’t NEED to be needed!!! it’s okay to just BE! a few days ago a girl thought i was out of earshot and said “omg she’s so pretty!!” and yeah i don’t need to hear that, but it made me so incredibly happy!! 

plus: there’s literally no way for you to know how you’ll effect someone through your life. my friend didn’t commit suicide because a passing stranger on the train happened to say something into his phone that connected with her soul (”of course you deserve love, you are breathing, aren’t you?”) and she didn’t have the chance to thank him or ever see him again but she needed to hear that. i think we need to be in places + talk to people + overhear certain things: but they’re never the stuff we expect. in the meantime, i promise, for at least one person (that’s myself): you’re my oreos. i sure as hell would be a sad girl without you.

you don’t NEED to be needed!!! it’s okay to just BE! 

this is very important

I needed this today.

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June 13 2015

June 12 2015

sailorleo:

here’s what happens when you tell an artist that their design looks like another character design:
-if it’s a character they know, they will feel ashamed and worried that they subconsciously ripped off the design. they will not want to draw that design anymore
-if it’s a character they don’t know, they will become fearful that other people who don’t know them are going to look at their design and think that they ripped it off anyway and they will not want to draw that design anymore
-it’s not a compliment
-it just makes us feel bad
-stop

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June 10 2015

No woman wants an abortion like she wants an ice cream cone or a Porsche. She wants an abortion like an animal caught in a trap wants to gnaw off its own leg.

Anonymous  (via sweetfilthpig)

Things men don’t understand #28464

See, I like this on the one hand, because yeah, no one WANTS an abortion. No one goes out of their way to get pregnant in order to have an abortion. But at the same time I’m frustrated with it because it makes abortion sound horrible, and its not. Not always, at least. My abortion was more like when you get all the way out to the street and you realize you forgot your to-go mug of coffee and have to walk back up 5 flights of stairs to your apartment to get it. No, I didn’t want to do it, nor did I want to be in that situation in the first place. It was a major inconvenience, and it was painful. But there was NONE of the emotional distress or desperation that would come with gnawing my own leg off to get myself free.

(via mexicanpeanuts)

June 07 2015

baetoul:

I want little Arab girls to know that they’re beautiful and valued. That their arm hair and fuzzy faces and unibrows are beautiful. That the darker skin under their eyes is inherited from generations of women who’ve survived a world that didn’t care if they made it, at best. That they share blood with warrior women, whose simply daily lives were a testament to strength of will. I want them to know they can be anything. They can be architects and build us a brand new world, they can be chefs and make people happy with their food, they can be visual artists and awe us with the glimpses they give us of the world through their eyes, they can be journalists and show us what goes on beyond our own communities, they can be tradeswomen and build with their hands, they can be fashion designers and awe us with their attention to detail and creativity. They can be anything. And they can start at any time.

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presspitaryan:

THIS IS THE MOST COMPELLING ARGUMENT IVE HEARD OKAY IM SATISFIED NOW YOU GOT IT

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