Thank you, but I think enough white women have made vagina-related art. I don’t feel the need to contribute. Plus, I don’t trust myself not to somehow link vaginas with womanhood in a poem, and I don’t want to do that
interestingly enough, Clementine von Radics, vaginas ARE linked to womanhood.
Let me clarify: I did not want to write a poem in which vaginas are intrinsically linked to womanhood. Your relationship with your body and how it relates to your gender is totally valid, but vaginas and womanhood are not necessarily linked.
That being said, a lot of the responses to this post are transphobic and rude, and y’all need to cut that shit out
I am surprised to see the number of people I follow that also follow Clementine von Radics, and while for the most part that pleases me, sometimes I see people I know saying some dumbass shit and I think, Morgan, get a fucking hold of yourself.
It makes perfect sense why someone wouldn’t want to write a piece about vaginas. Your vagina is not who you are as a woman, Your vagina doesn’t make you strong. Your vagina is part of your body. A great part, sure. Can we stop thinking of women and men as dicks and vaginas? If you love yours, awesome, hey me too, cause my vagina is flawless. But it does not define me.
tumblr you can keep your glorified nostalgia about the wild thornberries and tony hawk’s pro skater and getting to hold the flea-ridden stuffed lion during the d.a.r.e program and what have you because THIS right here. now THIS was the essence of the 90s
YOU’LL CALL NOW
oh man it took me literally 2 seconds of this video to remember exactly how the rest of it went
I hated this commercial. Turns out I still hate it.
OH MY GOD THIS DAMN COMMERCIAL
I CAN’T FUCKING STOP LAUGHING its as awful as i remembered it
i cant quite explain this commercial and how it came back to me like
i couldnt remember the exact words by heart but. everything they said chimed in my head like a song i’d heard a long time ago. it was almost rhythmic, buried deep in my memory. it was probably the most bizarre way ive ever remembered something.
"When Prohibition outlawed the manufacture and sale of alcoholic beverages in 1920, many enterprising residents of the small town Templeton, Iowa, chose to become outlaws – producing a high caliber and much sought-after whiskey known as Templeton Rye."
Templeton Rye is distilled in Indiana. This historical account has nothing to do with the product currently sold as Templeton Rye.
So, I was looking through the Templeton Rye tag to see if anyone on Tumblr was posting about the Templeton label changes and instead I see this. AMERICAN FOLKLORE IN A BOTTLE. What an interesting term for a company that has been skirting, if not outright breaking, the law for years, as well as deliberately misleading consumers. Templeton has been perpetuating the rumor that their whiskey is actually distilled in Templeton, Iowa, which everyone now knows is total horseshit. Templeton Rye, while delicious, is about as authentic as fools gold, and anyone still paying the high price tag for the same whiskey that is in a sackful of other, cheaper ryes, is exactly that; a fool. If your whiskey is distilled at a Potemkin distillery, fine. If it is aged elsewhere, fine. Bottled in another state? Totally acceptable. Not being forthcoming about this information? Unacceptable. There are plenty of great whiskeys that are not made at their name distillery, however, if you are charging me authentic whiskey money, it damn well better have your sweat in it.