Due to being a woman who is glaringly obviously into piercings and tattoos, family members have felt the need to comment about what I have done to my body. Lucky for me my main parent* is really supportive about me finding my own identity and calmly said to me when I came home with a bandage around my wrist at the edge of seventeen (yeah I know I was a rebel at a young age*) “Oh, that’s nice.” Once the shock had worn off she explained in more detail about how she felt about tattoos, “I don’t like tattoos, but I like them on you.”
That comment might not seem all that positive but when you consider the comments I got from other family members, it is a damn well bright light of approval.
 
“But why would you ruin your body like that?” You looked more Pretty without them.” -Grandfather
“What’s the point?” “You know you are going to have scars on your face for life because of your piercings?” “I really don’t understand why you had these done.” -Father
“Why a horse?” (it is a Pegasus, not a horse.) “Why don’t you have something that actually relates to you?” – brother
“This is your stepsisters influence right?” – Nan
 
It was like having a tattoo made me less of the innocent young girl in their eyes, and they realised they had a vision of me that was not true and could not deal with, this caused me to distanced myself from these relatives that I was close to in my childhood.
 
It has been ten years since my first tattoo and eleven since my first piercing, I now have more tattoos and for a time I had more piercings, I since decided to take most of piercings on my face out leaving just my septum in. This was my choice due to me not liking the other piercings any more. My family have got used to me being altered but I still only show my mother any new tattoos. My father only knows of the ones you can see with me wearing full clothing (jumper, jeans, boots) due to me knowing that it will only bring on negative comments.
 
So I guess what I am trying to say in this post is that when someone has decided to get a tattoo or piercing it is normally (we all have different reasons for altering our bodies this is just the more common amongst people I have talked to) because they want to make their body theirs and reflect their character on the outside, someone being negative about these alterations means you are being negative and disrespectful about the persons character and their right to choose how they present themselves to the world.* To do this as a family member or friend is a really shitty thing to do, and do not be surprised if you find yourself out of that persons life.
 
 
 
 
*Due to my father working long hours and spending all his free time in the pub when we growing up, even before they divorced my mother was my main parent and shall be ever more classed as such. 
*The law in Britain/U.K considers the age of consent for tattoos to be eighteen years old
*I believe this about anyone who alters their body to feel complete  

I’m sorry, did my existence hurt your feminism?

Originally posted on Write...Okay:

This keeps on happening.

And because it’s so repetitive and so over-worked, I’m reluctant to even discuss what it is that keeps on occurring. But the whirlwind of rage that swirls within me each time I encounter an apologist statement presented under the guise of feminism keeps on a-swirlin’, and as such, I feel as though the only thing left for me to do, is to open my big fat mouth too.

So apparently, we’re in the midst of a ‘white women exploiting the bodies of black women for ‘lols’ and credibility’ epidemic. We know this. It has been done. I do not wish to give a comprehensive list of the reasons why the Miley’s, the Iggy’s and the Lily’s of the world are wrong for willingly complying with the commodification of black bodies…or for pleading ‘not a racist bone in my body syndrome’ when confronted about their complicity in…

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‘American Horror Story’ Finally Perfects Its Twisted Brand of Feminism in ‘Coven’

Originally posted on Flavorwire:

Subtlety isn’t just out of American Horror Story‘s wheelhouse; it’s anathema to the show, the literal antithesis of the shameless camp that treats Jessica Lange snorting coke to “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” like just another day in the neighborhood. Part of the fun of watching AHS‘s 13-episode cycles unfold has been the way it wields tropes of gore and body horror like a sledgehammer — then takes that sledgehammer to social issues like disability, race, and, most prominently, gender. Historically, that questionably good-faith effort at blending shock value with social criticism has had mixed results at best. But unlike the series’ first two iterations, Murder House and Asylum, Coven has finally figured out a way to incorporate feminism convincingly into the DNA of American Horror Story. 

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Rant

My world seems to rapidly become disastrous at the same precise moment.

University this year is harder than I originally thought it would be (considering I thought it would kick me in the ass shows you how hard it actually is). The effect of this has caused me to quit my job volunteering at a local gallery; a job I enjoyed and  where I felt I was finally making connections.

At the same time I am becoming really knick- picky over small stuff my flatmate and close friend does around the flat when she is home. It is definately not her fault, I have this thing where the more comfortable I become with a person the more bitchy I am. I really need to mediate and chill out.

Furthermore my job is getting me down, I don’t get any respect plus due to a contract mishap on their part I am unable to book the holidays I need that correspond with my dissertation hand in. Been looking for another job but no luck yet; I don’t want to leave until I have another job guaranteed.