Stephanie. Savannah College of Art and Design. Sagittarius.

I am queer, twenty one year old, nordic trash.
I feel very lucky that Bikini Kill came first. By the time I was playing in Sleater-Kinney, a lot of those early battles — for space, for respect, for recognition within the context of punk and indie music — had already been fought. I felt like we were able to be recognized as a band, not just a ‘female band,’ and that is a luxury that cannot be overstated. There is a certain kind of exhaustion that comes from having to explain and justify one’s existence or participation in an artistic or creative realm. What a privilege it must be to never have to answer the question, ‘How does it feel to be a woman playing music?’ or ‘Why did you choose to be in an all-female band?’ And the people who get there first have to work the hardest. Bikini Kill weren’t the first — they had predecessors and influencers — but they carved, tore, and clawed out a space in music for which I am very grateful.
- Carrie Brownstein, in an oral history of the Bikini Kill EP, as told to Jessica Hopper (via hardtobeasaintinthecity)


my anaconda don’t want none unless ur gonna pay my college funds

(via time-not-well-wasted)

Oh gurl
Femmmmeeeeee 💁💨💋
And comin to you soon bby