5 hours into day 1 of vacation: packing and we just owned that pepperoni pizza!

performing cats. mallory square, key west. we are coming for you.

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5 hours into day 1 of vacation: packing and we just owned that pepperoni pizza!

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would’ve been me.
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I totally forgot I used to have this feminist blog. I was reading back through it and found this thing I wrote and I still feel the same.
“I’ve seen this before but I just really like it. It deserves a repost. I keep hearing people talk about how they want to be in a girl gang (myself included), but then it occurred to me; aren’t we sort of already? Just by making these fliers, and writing these letters, and making these zines, and keeping each other informed, doesn’t that count? I think it does. I think we’re all a part of this giant girl gang. We’re keeping each other safe and connected. We’re letting each other know how to be active, telling each other when things are going on, informing each other how we can go about doing things to be progressive as a group. We’re making it a priority to focus on girl love and acceptance and I think this all counts.
I really do believe it’s true. We ARE everyone, and we ARE everywhere. I’m happy to know you’ve got my back, and I’m happy to announce that I have yours as well.”
Girl gangs = strong communities of fucking bad ass women of all shapes and sizes and cultural backgrounds. Keeping society from bleeding into our young girls and forcing them to hate their bodies. Stopping domestic abuse. Erasing rape and sexual assault. Girl gangs get out there and SPEAK UP.
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