subalterity: My name is Jose Cordova Sanchez, but now I go by Jossie as I am a transgender woman…On top of being Mexican, undocumented and low income, there has been another layer of oppression in my life. One October 13 of 2009, I came out to my parents as a transgender woman. It was the most difficult step that I ever took…Today, I am proud to say I identify as a transgender woman, heterosexual human being, fighting for human rights and dignity for all.http://www.undocuqueerbook.com/the-people/jossie/ The stories that people are safe and proud enough to share are often more powerful than anything we could ever say.

subalterity:

My name is Jose Cordova Sanchez, but now I go by Jossie as I am a transgender woman…On top of being Mexican, undocumented and low income, there has been another layer of oppression in my life. One October 13 of 2009, I came out to my parents as a transgender woman. It was the most difficult step that I ever took…Today, I am proud to say I identify as a transgender woman, heterosexual human being, fighting for human rights and dignity for all.

http://www.undocuqueerbook.com/the-people/jossie/

The stories that people are safe and proud enough to share are often more powerful than anything we could ever say.

(via femmeandfierce)

“My body is far too valuable to be treated like a car whose worth is lowered because of some wear and tear. It’s far too astounding to be a metaphor or a political statement. It’s far too complicated to run on the same formula used to fuel a lawn mower. It is far too profound to be reduced to a ratio of weight and height. And it is far too amazing to be judged by anyone.”

Ragen Chastain  (via fatgirlposing)

Is there a FuckYeahRagenChastain blog yet? Because, seriously, there should be.

(via missmarymax)

(via hellyeahscarleteen)

“

Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

”

(via nikolaiolivier)

All of this. Sex is about fun, excitement, passion, joy, and also hilarity, jokes, laughing - no one defines “good sex” but the enjoyment of you and your partner/s. Not even us.

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