sharkodactyl:

i keep like…thinking about how female monstrosity is tied to sex all the time…girls get their claws along with their sharp heels and their sharp eyeliner and their sharp mouths that kiss and bite and, yeah, it’s great that girls can rip boys to pieces and, yeah, it’s great when sex is a weapon and, yeah, i love a dangerous woman with a red red mouth but after a while i just wish there could be a terrifying woman who isn’t terrifying in a way that makes us want to kiss her

i want to be the kind of monster you / don’t want to fuck— 

you know? men get dracula and frankenstein and skeletal ribs and mouths full of unholy teeth and women get a rack of Sexy™ halloween costumes onscreen with blood dripping down the skin of their breasts. i know this is part of a larger epidemic, i know that every kind of woman is sexualized, but god – just – imagine the woman who puts her mouth to her throat and not your mouth. feral starving woman in jeans and a hoodie. woman with a knife who isn’t doing this because of some love or some lust, who doesn’t get horny when the demon gets inside of her, who isn’t shoved into the dress and heels and told that these are the weapons that she gets.

i’m sick of it. why are we only allowed to be dangerous when we’re also fuckable. i know why, but i really still wish it wasn’t true.