Male privilege has been with us for — how long? Ten thousand years? A hundred...– Sara Robinson, on “Why Patriarchal Men Are Utterly Petrified of Birth Control — And Why We’ll Still Be Fighting About it 100 Years From Now” Everyone should read this article. (via coketalk)
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lemonyfreshvictory: I’M NOT OKAY WITH CHRIS BROWN PERFORMING AT THE GRAMMYS AND I’M NOT SURE WHY YOU ARE emmyc: I’m sick and tired of people acting like it’s no big deal that Chris Brown will be performing at the Grammys. I’m frustrated that the mainstream media is covering this story like it’s any comeback story, like an exiled prince’s return to a former glory, like this is another...
samhainsugarspectrum: When people say; “Gee, I wish I was Asexual” I want to turn to them and say “No. No you don’t.” You don’t want to be told that you don’t exist. You don’t want to be told that you’ll never be happy without something you never wanted in the first place. You don’t want to be faced with the possibility that you may never have a fulfilling romantic relationship unless you can...
Please don't get tired of me.
It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
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striderprovider: hipsterclown: dragonsroar: terribleclaw: nanoxero: adrimnzr: boat propellers will FUCK YOU UP and hospitalize you for a month and put you in a wheelchair for 3 more and leave your leg literally covered in permanent scars for the rest of your life that sort of resemble a shark attack yeah don’t go near metal poles man jsut dont’ do it don’t do somersaults off the...
FACT: Together, a pansexual chef and an asexual...
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
karenfelloutofbedagain: Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might...