Welp. Here’s another depressing story about a woman who tried to speak up against workplace sexist bullshit.
There’s a comic shop I’ll never be visiting ever again. I hope it goes out of business. fyi it’s the Harrison’s in downtown Salem, MA
hooooly shit that’s literally the next town over
Black list this store lol
several of my other MA buddies have blacklisted this place now
On a serious note though people who idolize serial killers honestly disgust me. Especially when white men who are convicted rapists and murderers are celebrated by wannabe edgy fucks for their “beautifully twisted minds” who wax philosophically about how they shouldn’t be in jail because they’re just poor sensitive lambs lost in society’s evil machine… while black men on minor drug charges rot in jail and no one blinks an eye……
i dont think some feminist artists have figured out that using a picture of the uterus to symbolize “grrrl power” is a microaggresion and excludes trans folk so let this be a public service announcement.
I pray for the day all feminism becomes fully trans-inclusive, not only will it dismantle the cisheteropatriarchy but it will stop those disturbing and embarrassingly bad “feminist” crochet vagina purses being sold on etsy.
I wish I could cry like normal. But instead the tears come out stuttered, sometimes streaming, always accompanied by a sigh or gasp at knowledge that you are dead. This is like the worst torure: Expressing my feelings for you. still. I wish I could cry and scream, or sob like my heart yearns to. But instead, just as the tears come down my face my throat swells an locks up, and Im struggling to breath- I cant even cry the way every bone in my body aches to. Visiting your headstone brings the weakest sadness from me and opens up a well of emptiness. I wish I could talk to you right now. Theres so much I want to say.