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so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny white guy


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Mills College becomes the first single-sex school in the U.S. with policy accepting trans students


Mills College, a women’s school in Oakland, California, has just made history.

The college has adopted a written policy explicitly stating that trans women are welcome to attend the school, making it the first single-sex school in the country with such a policy.

According to school officials, between 3 and 5 of the school’s 1,000 applicants each year identify as trans or gender nonconforming; this policy will make it easier for these students to apply and attend, should they so choose. The first students for whom the new policy applies will begin their classes this coming spring semester. 

“When people can be authentically who they are — that’s who Mills is,” said Mills senior Tess Fillbeck-Bates.

“This is really just a codification of our practice for several years,” said Brian O’Rourke, vice president for enrollment management.

This is a HUGE deal for students of all gender identities. When colleges and universities are inclusive and affirming on paper as well as in practice, it sets a standard for other schools to follow. Well done, Mills. Well done. 

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“[TW: sexual assault]

I don’t know if this product is Good or Bad and I have no interest in throwing it into either bucket. But I wanted to express how hopeless and alone I feel when this seems like all we’ve got. Not just the nail polish, but the underwear and the iPhone apps and the electric shock jackets and everything else that files under Things Potential Victims Should Do.

I’m tired. I’m so tired. I’m tired of the contingency plans and the self-blame and the jackets when it’s too hot for jackets. I’m tired of knowing who I’ll call if/when I get raped and how I’ll explain whatever injuries I have to people that I can’t tell the truth because they’ll immediately start the interrogation of Where Was I Why Did I Go There Why Did I Go Alone Why Didn’t I Call Someone Why Did I Wear That Why Didn’t I Run. I have thought about different types of injuries that may result and what types of accidents could potentially explain such injuries.

Because, in all likelihood, if/when that moment comes, my phone and pepper spray will be out of reach, there won’t be any drugged drinks to worry about, and nobody will hear a whistle or a scream. Because that’s what happens when you treat sexual assault like a fucking game of Whac-a-Mole. How many specific devices will we invent for a multitude of specific situations where they may or may not come in useful before we finally decide to scrap it and try to tackle the problem all the way down to its roots?

I demand better than drug-detecting nail polish. We deserve better than that.”
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Just because I don’t think I put this up here when I finally got it a few weeks ago.
Shoutout to the drunk girl who read “this ain’t a séance” when I wore it out

ooohhhh my gooodddd


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in hindsight i shouldnt have poured boxed wine and vodka into my can of 4loko last night  but on the other hand this body is merely a flesh vessel for my stardust to experience other stardust

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At lunch I got a call that said I had endometriosis, I told my parents and they laughed at me and told me that was not a real diagnosis despite the fact that my aunt and great aunt have endometriosis and there are some hereditary connections with endometriosis. Also they diagnosed it through a transvaginal ultrasound which is one of the only ways to correctly diagnose it but hey if my doctor parents want to discount my legitimate medical issues like that and let me have horrible pain all the time I guess that’s their fucking business.


Needed this.

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the more a cancer likes someone, the more they may withdraw into their own shell out of defense and fear. when a cancer says ‘how are you?’, they deeply consider your answer and will model their interactions accordingly. they are highly receptive of circulating emotional states

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