1. Kimya was so beautiful last night.

    It’s amazing to see a musician, a person, and a mother that I admire and adore in the flesh and playing her inspiring music live. I guess Kimya was always this mythical voice telling me everything is going to be okay and hearing it from her lips made me believe it even more.

    It was a mighty magical night and I’m so happy Kimya came to Wilmington to sing her soul for us. 

    I am one appreciative fan and supporter. 

     
  2. Adventure Sunday…

     
  3. I rode my bike like lightning…

    Today, we rode our bikes 26 miles. Joy in every motion. Seriously, to ride from city to beach, through all different classes of neighborhoods, through sunshine and rain…was so fulfilling. 

    Hit up downtown and ate some sammiches.

    Exfoliated.

    Riding through wealthy neighborhoods where all residents lived one street away from intense poverty, drove overpriced cars, walked pure bred Golden Retrievers, had houses too big for them, and wore $300.00 sunglasses made me appreciate my life. My tiny loft and little potted plants, my mom and the way she takes compliments about her looks, the trailer that I was raised in and the trailer park that caused both happiness and sorrow in my adolescence, my old dogs and my new shoes. I love my life. I love this city. I love the struggles that have made me Phoebe. 

    I’m grateful for everything I have, and I guess that’s what riding a bike long distances does for a person, at least for me. 

    I’m just so grateful.

     
  4. (Source: sorakeem)

     
  5. My mom sent me an email…

    “I love you my favorite beautiful daughter. I love you sweet cheeks, butt face, lizard lips.”

    The weird runs in the family.

     
  6. Who ordered her bike yesterday? THIS ONE.

    It’s gon’ match muh eyes.

     
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    Lazy days.

    Lazy days.

     
  8. Kimya Dawson taught me about never wanting to be better than my friends. I still sing her song in my head when I catch myself being competitive. Kimya helped me break this cycle. I think more Kimya will help the world…

    to prove wrong the people in their heads’. 

     
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  10. femmesandfamily:

ceasesilence:

fuckyeahsexeducation:

wiannladelitz:

You know what’s wonderful? Diva cups. People, check them out. They take a little getting used to but once you do, it’s great!
For more info: http://www.divacup.com/?gclid=CMv9jvTuhKsCFeF05Qodw3Zy2w

If you want to be eco friendly (and not get Toxic Shock Syndrome) these are a good alternative! You can also get cloth pads or even make them! Lunapads are a great brand you can look at.
Edit: Realized that it said “Ladies” and not just ladies menstruate, so I changed it to people.

Thank you for making it trans*friendly :)
I happen to love the Diva Cup, but it’s worth noting that you do need to be comfortable with your genitals in order to use one. So if you’re not down with the idea of putting your fingers in your vagina every day, don’t buy this. It is going to be a waste of your money. If you are okay with that though, you may want to give this a shot :)
[Image is a photo of the two kinds of Diva Cups in their boxes, next to each other.]

reblogging not only for the awesome trans* inclusion, but also because I’M WEARING MINE RIGHT NOW. I haven’t named her yet…..

I am also wearing mine right now! I actually get excited to start my period so I can wear my Diva. She’s THE Diva and she makes my life so much easier.

    femmesandfamily:

    ceasesilence:

    fuckyeahsexeducation:

    wiannladelitz:

    You know what’s wonderful? Diva cups. People, check them out. They take a little getting used to but once you do, it’s great!

    For more info: http://www.divacup.com/?gclid=CMv9jvTuhKsCFeF05Qodw3Zy2w

    If you want to be eco friendly (and not get Toxic Shock Syndrome) these are a good alternative! You can also get cloth pads or even make them! Lunapads are a great brand you can look at.

    Edit: Realized that it said “Ladies” and not just ladies menstruate, so I changed it to people.

    Thank you for making it trans*friendly :)

    I happen to love the Diva Cup, but it’s worth noting that you do need to be comfortable with your genitals in order to use one. So if you’re not down with the idea of putting your fingers in your vagina every day, don’t buy this. It is going to be a waste of your money. If you are okay with that though, you may want to give this a shot :)

    [Image is a photo of the two kinds of Diva Cups in their boxes, next to each other.]

    reblogging not only for the awesome trans* inclusion, but also because I’M WEARING MINE RIGHT NOW. I haven’t named her yet…..

    I am also wearing mine right now! I actually get excited to start my period so I can wear my Diva. She’s THE Diva and she makes my life so much easier.

     
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    One of my dear friends made a comment today that shocked and embarrassed me. She brought up a woman she took photos of (she is a photographer) and said in a disgusted voice, “She is a size 12! I had to photo shop out her disgusting jelly rolls.”
When I objected I was met with resistance.
“What’s wrong with a size 12? Isn’t that an average size for the American woman in the 21st century? I have some “disgusting” jelly rolls. I think women that take up space are fucking sexy.”
And three women at the table precede to laugh as if I am joking. I assure them that I am not. My friend says,
“You have to know her to understand. She just doesn’t take care of herself! She isn’t healthy.”
(The said person in the photos also had a baby five months ago, I’m sure she has other things to worry about besides eating salad for every meal)
She then shows me a picture which I refuse to look at. The others pass it around and make faces. It hurt me that she hired my friend and posed in those pictures to feel beautiful and was made a circus side-show to strangers by the photographer she trusted. 
“I don’t think her health or body should be discussed by a table of people like us who know nothing about her.”
All of this was after my dear friend told me a story of being  body-shamed by a woman at a grocery store for having too many tattoos. The woman said that my friend would be “prettier” if she didn’t have so many tattoos, as if her body was made specifically for a passerby’s eye and to be “pretty”. My friend said she was mortified and didn’t know what to say. My friend was being a big.stinking.hypocrite. and didn’t even realize it.
I don’t want to write about how upset this all made me, (because it is obvious I am a bit strung out over this whole ordeal) just that this ideal standard of beauty has to stop consuming all of our minds. Womym shaming one another for being smaller, larger, or the same as everyone else is just holding all of us back from truly loving ourselves and each other. This female beauty standard is a fucking tool created by advertising, the media, and all other major sources of outreach to the masses. How are we supposed to fight back against all kinds of human cruelty when we, ourselves, are the major beacon of just that in our own lives (and our closest friends)?
Rubenesque women are beautiful, full-figured, and capable of moving, functioning, and fucking just like all bodies. Beauty is subjective.
I don’t know how to approach this with my friend. She commonly makes statements regarding race like, “Was she/he black?” or slut shames, “This girl was such a slut!” and often I ignore the comments or ask her why that information is so crucial to share. I read this mostivational zine that inspired the hell out of me and I am considering giving it to my dear friend in hopes it will challenge her belief system.  
The Femme Sharks rule my world. 
“1.) BE NICE TO OTHER GIRLS. Don’t be a bitch unless it’s to fight Oppression and Bullshit.”
“5.) EAT A GODDAMN MEAL, AND ENJOY IT. Do not be anorexic or go around moaning that you gained all this weight so you’re a size 4 now, love being thick. Love having a body, figure out how to do it. WORK ON NOT HATING YOUR BODY.”

    One of my dear friends made a comment today that shocked and embarrassed me. She brought up a woman she took photos of (she is a photographer) and said in a disgusted voice, “She is a size 12! I had to photo shop out her disgusting jelly rolls.”

    When I objected I was met with resistance.

    “What’s wrong with a size 12? Isn’t that an average size for the American woman in the 21st century? I have some “disgusting” jelly rolls. I think women that take up space are fucking sexy.”

    And three women at the table precede to laugh as if I am joking. I assure them that I am not. My friend says,

    “You have to know her to understand. She just doesn’t take care of herself! She isn’t healthy.”

    (The said person in the photos also had a baby five months ago, I’m sure she has other things to worry about besides eating salad for every meal)

    She then shows me a picture which I refuse to look at. The others pass it around and make faces. It hurt me that she hired my friend and posed in those pictures to feel beautiful and was made a circus side-show to strangers by the photographer she trusted. 

    “I don’t think her health or body should be discussed by a table of people like us who know nothing about her.”

    All of this was after my dear friend told me a story of being  body-shamed by a woman at a grocery store for having too many tattoos. The woman said that my friend would be “prettier” if she didn’t have so many tattoos, as if her body was made specifically for a passerby’s eye and to be “pretty”. My friend said she was mortified and didn’t know what to say. My friend was being a big.stinking.hypocrite. and didn’t even realize it.

    I don’t want to write about how upset this all made me, (because it is obvious I am a bit strung out over this whole ordeal) just that this ideal standard of beauty has to stop consuming all of our minds. Womym shaming one another for being smaller, larger, or the same as everyone else is just holding all of us back from truly loving ourselves and each other. This female beauty standard is a fucking tool created by advertising, the media, and all other major sources of outreach to the masses. How are we supposed to fight back against all kinds of human cruelty when we, ourselves, are the major beacon of just that in our own lives (and our closest friends)?

    Rubenesque women are beautiful, full-figured, and capable of moving, functioning, and fucking just like all bodies. Beauty is subjective.

    I don’t know how to approach this with my friend. She commonly makes statements regarding race like, “Was she/he black?” or slut shames, “This girl was such a slut!” and often I ignore the comments or ask her why that information is so crucial to share. I read this mostivational zine that inspired the hell out of me and I am considering giving it to my dear friend in hopes it will challenge her belief system.  

    The Femme Sharks rule my world. 

    “1.) BE NICE TO OTHER GIRLS. Don’t be a bitch unless it’s to fight Oppression and Bullshit.”

    “5.) EAT A GODDAMN MEAL, AND ENJOY IT. Do not be anorexic or go around moaning that you gained all this weight so you’re a size 4 now, love being thick. Love having a body, figure out how to do it. WORK ON NOT HATING YOUR BODY.”

    (Source: theloveyourselfchallenge)

     
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    Going on the RV. 

    Going on the RV. 

    (Source: theloveyourselfchallenge)