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emmeline-jade · 2 days

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scrotes love to throw “did you know lesbians have higher rates of abuse??” into every debate, not realizing men are still the issue even in their most favorite statistic.

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emmeline-jade · 3 days

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THIS right here is the result of depp v heard. men treating women defending themselves as abusers. i hate what this trial has done for women.

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emmeline-jade · 3 days

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"what if she asks for it" how bout i beat u up sir. ill fuckin square up.

Watch this video. Listen to what she's saying. She's explaining the dangers of strangulation and her own experience with domestic violence. What would you assume the comments are like? Sympathetic? Are people interested in spreading awareness?

No. The comments look like this

This is why I fucking despise kink culture. Y'all are willing to make jokes like this to a woman who survived domestic violence. Y'all are willing to invalidate her message to validate your kink.

Yes, strangulation is still dangerous during sex and it doesn't stop being dangerous because sex is involved.

Yes, women are injured by rough sex all the time.

Yes, it's still abuse even if it happens during sex.

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emmeline-jade · 3 days

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Hi radblr!! intro and interests. lets bond!

I am jade and i am 14.

I am a radfem, and here are my favourite movies, shows, musician/bands, watch list. I am marking animes with (a)

okay movies!!! -:

valerie and her week of wonders, angels egg, belladonna of sadness(a), gone girl, girl interrupted, every single studio ghibli movie except grave of fireflies, little women 1994, gangubai, daisies (czech new wave)

shows-:

alice in borderland, monster (a), death note (a), haikyuu (a), kuroko no basuke (a), queens gambit, kakegurui (a), hunter x hunter (a), saiki k (a), girl from nowhere, promised neverland (a)

watch list:- rose of versailles (a), the last unicorn, forest of piano (a), perfect blue(a), angel sanctuary (a), wonder egg priority (a), please save my earth (a), black butler(a), the woman in the window.

musicians-:

lana del rey, mitski, the smiths, radiohead,

#radblr #radical feminist safe #radical feminists do interact #radical feminist community #trans exclusionary radical feminist #terfsafe #radfem

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emmeline-jade · 4 days

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so cute!

it's missing viktuuri hours

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emmeline-jade · 4 days

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i luv peach iced tea sm

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emmeline-jade · 4 days

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hi hi sorry for the late response, i had a bio exam i had to prepare for haha. Okay onto my thoughts now.

Firstly,

you did not answer my question from my previous reblog so I will copy paste it here.

why dont you write such poems for actual violent men that kill trans women. Jkr is a smart woman who shares her opinions online. She has no weight on people like matt walsh, ben sharpie, and actual TW killers. (who r all men). Do write such nonsense for the people who do spear you.

Now, onto my actual response.

"thanks for your comment. I am neurodivergent, so I’m not really sure what you meant by the first comment. And I have been to plenty of radfem blogs and read through their stuff, and I’ve thought about it. But this is my opinion."

your welcome. What I meant, is that just like you i am also neurodivergent and 14. If you think metaphysical feelings of men, fueled by mental illness are enough for the dissolution of sex based laws, perception and separation there is nothing for me to say for that.

"Feminism is equality. When your feminism starts to exclude people, that’s no longer feminism. That’s an excuse for bigotry. Just because I have a different opinion to you does not mean I haven’t seen both sides. I’ve just picked the side that supports equal rights for everyone."

Feminism is equality for WOMEN for GIRLS. The ONLY sex that has been mutilated, killed at birth in mass(for the crime of having the societally inferior autonomy), sold, forcefully prostituted, not allowed education, killed if showed strands of hair, forced to give birth, forced to procreate, not allowed to inherit property, not allowed to open bank accounts, burned if perceived to be non confirmative, killed for the crime of having the societally inferior autonomy, etc is female. Feminism is for women and womens equality only. We are not obliged to march for people who benefit/pioneer misogyny. We do this for women. Men with mental disorders (gender dysphoria) that belief they are actually a woman deserve respect, of course. Because they are human and deserve respect on that front, but they have no place of protection or upliftment in a movement for women. Their feelings have no weight for our actual goal and do not require our care or love.

"This is an entirely different post, but telling people this is “high-school shooter” isn’t helping anything. I feel strongly about my opinions, maybe that’s the neurodivergence but I don’t know. The only way to get the wat I feel out is to be extreme. This is not me fantasizing about Jk Rowling’s death while I jack myself off. This is me feeling so goddamn overwhelmed by my emotions I need to write to get it out."

Feeling strongly about opinions is fine n dandy. " This is me feeling so goddamn overwhelmed by my emotions I need to write to get it out." baby youre overwhelmed that a woman with opinions you dont like is alive? The emotion your writing about is dissatisfaction of someone living. And its highschool shooter-esque because of how cryptic and incel coded it is. A woman you dont like talking about her opinions on twitter is making you fantasize about breaking into her funeral (while shes literally alive.) and destroying her memoirs and burning her creations and valuables, and laughing maniacally. That is shit school shooters say "i will set my school on fire with my buddies that wear worn converse and we will laugh manically, while the ashes fuel it haha".

"Telling me my writing means I’m gonna kill people in the future means I feel like murder is just what’ll happen for people like me. Of course, I’m not immediately think that, but you aren’t the first to attack me in that way and you won’t be the last."

You have the mentality of a killer. Burning up a funeral of some women that said something that hurt ur feelings on twitter and laughing with your buddies is quite close to some man fantasizing about burning up his school because his teacher was being mean. Its killers mentality.

And I am not attacking you. You want to commit heinous crimes and write cryptic badly structured poetry around it, you will get criticism. You arent attacked at all, most of what youve received is coming from a point of concern because youre yapping like a school shooter, while being 14. I know we are kids, but a line has to be drawn in sand. Go study some geometry instead of foaming at the mouth thinkin of raiding a funeral and burning memoirs of a woman you hate.

@ace-of-pussy I hope you have a jolly day and eat some delicious food. :D

JK Rowling’s funeral will be beautiful.

The cameras, the faceless attendees, the press swarming outside the gates. The touching notes left by her followers, thanking her for building their childhoods. The radfems mourning the loss of their god.

The grey-faced family and friends, escorted out of the gates by countless bodyguards, hounded by journalists and flashing light that illuminates all of the little details in their hand-woven black clothes.

Every stitch, every seam, there on display. Every tear, every bloodshot eye for the world to see.

But then They come. After the last stragglers of the funeral have left, whether it be hours or days, We will arrive.

Black combat boots and worn Converse, crop tops and baggy jumpers, ripped jeans and tartan skirts.

We will find our way in, jumping fences and picking locks, weaving through the neglected stones of others until we reach the corner that she bought for herself.

Her gravestone is inscribed and decorated, at least twice as big as the others in the graveyard.

We read it aloud.

“Mr. and Mrs.Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Thank you Joanne, for making our childhoods.”

We laugh. The angel over the grave, hands clasped in prayer, neck and wings strung with scarves of red, yellow, green, blue seems to smile with us.

We take the books first. Most of them are signed copies. They will make our kindling. The scarves and cloaks are too polyester-stuffed and mass produced for that.

We burn the books, dancing and laughing in the dying light, mocking her denial of the burnings back in the 40s.

The pictures are next. Portraits of her, posing elegantly, smiling gracefully. The kind face that hides bigotry and disgust at fellow human beings.

We burn them. Their ashes fuel our crazed laughter.

We celebrate our childhoods. We celebrate the world, the magical, fantasy world she crafted for us. We do not celebrate her. We celebrate her soon to be deleted Twitter account, after one last mournful post about how incredible she was.

We shall mock it, tomorrow. But tonight we celebrate.

#radblr #radical feminism #radfem #radical feminist community #radical feminists do interact #radical feminist safe #trans exclusionary radical feminist #terfsafe #op is a terf

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emmeline-jade · 6 days

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emmeline-jade · 6 days

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as an indian radfem I feel you on the pressure part. But this isnt about me, its about you.

Determination and independence is the only way out. Female friends irl w our political opinions are hard to find. But you have radfems here!! please try to meet up w one here. Please once your in a better mental state find a job adequate to support you. Girlfriends and friends can come later. Establish yourself in a career path and better yourself mentally. Take care angel <3

This is a vent so feel free to ignore

Honestly I feel myself getting weak with all this pressure. Like yes I do feel lonely, idk if I can make it alone. I don't make enough money to live independently, I am still terrified of driving, I want to take care of my sick family members. I have several health issues that need constant care, I feel like a burden. I don't see a way out, I want ppl to be happy with me, I want to be a coward. I don't want to be alone when I'm old I want company too. Ppl say when I'm older I won't get options of good company and the worst thing is they aren't wrong. I don't want to be pregnant or stuff but sometimes I see kids and think maybe I'll regret it if I don't have them. I'm afraid of society judgment. I'm afraid I'm running out of time. I don't know for sure if I'm bi or lesbian and what if it turns out I'm not and I just hate men a lot. What if I wasted my life for nothing.

I have been trying to make female friends and for a while it was great but now even my childhood friends ditch me the second they get a bf or husband or kids. I can't depend on them for ANY support. I just have nobody.

Maybe I should just give in and agree to it. I know i never had these thoughts before my mother forcing me but I'm so tired...

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emmeline-jade · 6 days

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“girls support girls” no. girls protect girls. I could hate a girl to death and I still wouldn’t take my eyes off her drink at a party, I could hate her like she was the devil but still I wouldn’t make her go back to a man that was beating her.

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emmeline-jade · 6 days

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im also 14 and i know we can be dumbasses but this is a little too far. im not neurotypical, just like you.

Youre 14 dreaming about raiding a funeral for some woman you dont like and destroying her memoirs. Yes that is very high school manifesto shooter-esque. Thats actually fucking weird.

you should perhaps read her stances and actual opinions rather than passed around notions. I was also a massive trans supporter. If I still had the same opinions i had in 2021, id cheer you on. But I stepped out and I looked into my opposing parties, i heard out what they had to say.

trans ideology is very weak, and has no gravity for their claims. If maybe 3 months of critical thinking can get me to shift perspective on an entire political movement, after standing with them for years, then they are weak, with no ground.

Please reach out to actual radfems and maybe hear them out. Not the shitposts, the essays. Critically think. Or learn to.

quick q: why dont you write such poems for actual violent men that kill trans women. Jkr is a smart woman who shares her opinions online. She has no weight on people like matt walsh, ben sharpie, and actual TW killers. (who r all men). Do write such nonsense for the people who do spear you.

@ace-of-pussy

JK Rowling’s funeral will be beautiful.

The cameras, the faceless attendees, the press swarming outside the gates. The touching notes left by her followers, thanking her for building their childhoods. The radfems mourning the loss of their god.

The grey-faced family and friends, escorted out of the gates by countless bodyguards, hounded by journalists and flashing light that illuminates all of the little details in their hand-woven black clothes.

Every stitch, every seam, there on display. Every tear, every bloodshot eye for the world to see.

But then They come. After the last stragglers of the funeral have left, whether it be hours or days, We will arrive.

Black combat boots and worn Converse, crop tops and baggy jumpers, ripped jeans and tartan skirts.

We will find our way in, jumping fences and picking locks, weaving through the neglected stones of others until we reach the corner that she bought for herself.

Her gravestone is inscribed and decorated, at least twice as big as the others in the graveyard.

We read it aloud.

“Mr. and Mrs.Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Thank you Joanne, for making our childhoods.”

We laugh. The angel over the grave, hands clasped in prayer, neck and wings strung with scarves of red, yellow, green, blue seems to smile with us.

We take the books first. Most of them are signed copies. They will make our kindling. The scarves and cloaks are too polyester-stuffed and mass produced for that.

We burn the books, dancing and laughing in the dying light, mocking her denial of the burnings back in the 40s.

The pictures are next. Portraits of her, posing elegantly, smiling gracefully. The kind face that hides bigotry and disgust at fellow human beings.

We burn them. Their ashes fuel our crazed laughter.

We celebrate our childhoods. We celebrate the world, the magical, fantasy world she crafted for us. We do not celebrate her. We celebrate her soon to be deleted Twitter account, after one last mournful post about how incredible she was.

We shall mock it, tomorrow. But tonight we celebrate.

#radblr #fucking lunacy #i have hw to do #anyways #radical feminist safe #radical feminism #radfem #radical feminist community #radical feminists do interact #trans exclusionary radical feminist

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emmeline-jade · 6 days

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funniest thing ive read. tumblr is so unserious.

JK Rowling’s funeral will be beautiful.

The cameras, the faceless attendees, the press swarming outside the gates. The touching notes left by her followers, thanking her for building their childhoods. The radfems mourning the loss of their god.

The grey-faced family and friends, escorted out of the gates by countless bodyguards, hounded by journalists and flashing light that illuminates all of the little details in their hand-woven black clothes.

Every stitch, every seam, there on display. Every tear, every bloodshot eye for the world to see.

But then They come. After the last stragglers of the funeral have left, whether it be hours or days, We will arrive.

Black combat boots and worn Converse, crop tops and baggy jumpers, ripped jeans and tartan skirts.

We will find our way in, jumping fences and picking locks, weaving through the neglected stones of others until we reach the corner that she bought for herself.

Her gravestone is inscribed and decorated, at least twice as big as the others in the graveyard.

We read it aloud.

“Mr. and Mrs.Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Thank you Joanne, for making our childhoods.”

We laugh. The angel over the grave, hands clasped in prayer, neck and wings strung with scarves of red, yellow, green, blue seems to smile with us.

We take the books first. Most of them are signed copies. They will make our kindling. The scarves and cloaks are too polyester-stuffed and mass produced for that.

We burn the books, dancing and laughing in the dying light, mocking her denial of the burnings back in the 40s.

The pictures are next. Portraits of her, posing elegantly, smiling gracefully. The kind face that hides bigotry and disgust at fellow human beings.

We burn them. Their ashes fuel our crazed laughter.

We celebrate our childhoods. We celebrate the world, the magical, fantasy world she crafted for us. We do not celebrate her. We celebrate her soon to be deleted Twitter account, after one last mournful post about how incredible she was.

We shall mock it, tomorrow. But tonight we celebrate.

#giggling and kicking my legs #lobotomy when?#tee hee

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emmeline-jade · 7 days

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