❝Syd❞

Canadian / Feminist / Uni Student

"I think for some kids, it’s better that they know now than find out later in life they’ve got no talent. I always say they’ll thank me one day.” -Mr.G

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Junkie Children from St. Petersburg
Photos made by Willycat in St. Petersburg of children using heroin. Photos were made 10 years ago, so some people suppose that today there is a big probability that those kids are not with us

fohk:

Junkie Children from St. Petersburg

Photos made by Willycat in St. Petersburg of children using heroin. Photos were made 10 years ago, so some people suppose that today there is a big probability that those kids are not with us

(via im-not-yr-sweetheart)

Remember that intimate conversation you had with your son? The one where you said, “I love you and I need you to know that no matter how a woman dresses or acts, it is not an invitation to cat call, taunt, harass or assault her”?

Or when you told your son, “A woman’s virginity isn’t a prize and sleeping with a woman doesn’t earn you a point”?

How about the heart-to-heart where you lovingly conferred the legal knowledge that “a woman doesn’t have to be fighting you and you don’t have to be pinning her down for it to be RAPE. Intoxication means she can’t legally consent, NOT that she’s an easy score.”

Or maybe you recall sharing my personal favorite, “Your sexual experiences don’t dictate your worth just like a woman’s sexual experiences don’t dictate hers.”

Last but not least, do you remember calling your son out when you discovered he was using the word “slut” liberally? Or when you overheard him talking about some girl from school as if she were more of a conquest than a person?

I want you to consider these conversations and then ask yourself why you don’t remember them. The likely reason is because you didn’t have them. In fact, most parents haven’t had them.

I want to talk about what it’s like to be a woman.
I want to share stories with other women about their experiences.
I want to open a dialogue with Muslim women and black women and non black women of colour.
I want to talk about depression,
and vulnerability and insecurity.
I want to talk about loving my body and hating my body, and being scared of it.
I want to talk with immigrant and refugee women about their experience, I want to ask them questions about their healthcare.
I want to talk about sexuality and being sexual beings.
I want to talk about how women access and navigate the monetary system.
I want to talk about love.
I want to talk about God and religion and how it affects women.
I want to listen to stories, and first hand accounts, I want to exchange survival guides in safe spaces.
I want to talk about these things without feeling unsafe and shamed.
I want to see empathy and understanding.
I want to say Gaza, and I want every woman within a hundred miles to tremble beneath the weight and the bodies of her sisters.
I want more than solidarity.
I want to exist out loud, and defiantly.

Key Ballah (via qahweh-ma3aak)

(via riotingfeminist)