i take issue with the notion that anything a bisexual woman does (including eg how she dresses or acts) must necessarily be done at least partially for men, and definitely with men in mind.
this pretty obviously robs bi women of agency, maturity, and autonomy, but it’s particularly insidious when juxtaposed to certain facts about womanhood that are immediately accepted by most if not all of the same people. it’s pretty common knowledge that as a woman, there isn’t a goddamn fucking thing you can do to get men to leave you alone. there *is no way* to reliably & predictably avoid male attention. it just doesn’t exist.
so why must bi women necessarily be doing *anything* we do in order to attract male attention? we already have male attention (both “positive” and negative) whether we like it or not. we do not need to dress, act, or exist with men in mind in order to get it.
this is also an assumption that would only ever be imposed on a woman. because even cishet, homophobic men are exempted from the notion that anything they do is done with women in mind. they can build their entire personalities and lives around what they think will get women to fuck them, and they are still ALWAYS placed at the top of the imaginary* power dynamic, always given agency, and always seen as being in possession of the approval which women must always seek.
the idea that bi women are incapable of understanding what it’s like to navigate the world with no regard to men or what men like is frankly insulting. not only are we capable of understanding it (lol), but many of us do exactly that, 24/7, at all times.
I rly can’t help but wonder what the fuck this enforces if not for the acutely damaging stereotype of bi women being immature, oblivious, and incapable of autonomy, and the notion that women must change themselves in order to attract men, while men learn to embrace who they are.
*imaginary doesn’t mean without real-word consequences
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fellow adhd'ers why is it so fucking hard to brush my teeth every day
My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.
I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”
He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral
And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it
I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning
In all areas of my life.
Money is there in abundance. Every time I spend money, it reappears in my hands, my bank accounts, tenfold.
i have to tell you something that will lower your entire opinion of me
fun fact: any policy on drugs that isn’t harm reduction is going to cause addicts to suffer and die