"Hier, je me suis rendue compte que je ne vous ai pas raconté par quoi commence l’horreur. J’ai beaucoup parlé des pires choses qu’il m’a faites, des forçages en tous genres, mais assez peu de : mais comment cette situation s’est-elle installée ? Comment quelqu’un laisse-t-il faire ce genre de choses sans partir ?"
Trans Girl Next Door is an adorable webcomic by a lady who seems equally adorable.
Kylie draws and writes and uploads videos about her daily life, transitioning (“It’s like giving your soul glasses”), surfing, or obsessing over TV shows.
(via AutoStraddle, see here)
No longer content just to be making movies, a new generation of critically heralded female directors is rivaling the male establishment at the box office — and redefining what it means to be a woman in Hollywood.
Bonus: la liste des films qui les ont marquées ou influencées. De quoi piocher.
C’est long, difficile et surtout, c’est pas gagné.
"Women are the niggers of gender," the email said. "If you killed yourself, I wouldn’t even fuck the corpse."
I blinked at my phone, fighting simultaneous urges to hurl my phone across the room in anger and cry. Later that day, someone texted me my address — telling me they’d “See me when I least expected it.”
I haven’t been out to my car at night by myself since January 2nd.
My name is Brianna Wu. I lead a development studio that makes games. Sometimes, I write about issues in the games industry that relate to the equality of women. My reward is that I regularly have men threatening to rape and commit acts of violence against me.
Content warning: This post contains graphic language, slurs and triggering content
"They bared all to defy a lifetime of being told that their bodies were less than camera ready. And defy they did. Every time the shutter clicked, triumph was theirs."
Robin Williams’ death helped me understand something. I don’t want to die. My depression isn’t going to win.
"When I say ‘I’m fat’, I’m making a pronouncement on my size and my body. The colour of my eyes, the way I look after my nails, the shape of my lips, the length of my eyelashes; none of this has anything to do with my size. And besides, what if I like my thighs, my chubby upper arms, my fleshy, surgery-scarred stomach? Denying that I’m fat is denying me the chance to find any beauty in it."