"I miss Master Splinter…"
I don’t even know at this point.
Whatever the Shredder told me was a lie. It was just some arbitrary day he chose for me to celebrate—or worse, a special day he decided should be important to me, too.
I won’t be celebrating that day anymore.
It was never my birthday.
Kyuri in Harajuku w/ lots of piercings, gauged ears & a pretty flower headpiece.
Quick sketch of Karai before I go to bed u.u
Oh, for suuure.
My favorite part is everything that’s gone wrong in my life cuz of it.
A lot of people shy away from that word lately, claiming that it’s been given a negative connotation by overzealous man-haters. But there are always gunna be crazy extremist members of any group that’ll give people a bad impression, whether it’s a philosophy, a religion, or even a fandom.
If I still believe in the basis of feminism, putting aside whatever else individuals have tried to make out of it, I’m gunna call myself a feminist. I’m not going to quit on something I support just because some people have twisted it and made it look bad in public.
So yeah, I’m a feminist. Especially coming from a country like Japan—lots of assumptions and obligations based on gender roles over there that have gotta stop.