Laying in bed, just got home from a trip to Charlotte with one of my SD’s. He’s a cliche, so of course I call him “the Doctor.” Black man in his late 40’s who’s actually attractive after you’ve spent a good bit of time around him.
If you would’ve told me a month ago, I’d be in one of the nicest hotels with a man, old enough to be my dad, paying to suck on my toes, I would’ve called you a lying ass nigga. It’s so surreal.
But, I’ll remind you all, my heart is made of the coldest ice, my pussy only gets wet if dollar signs are involved, but I have the worlds sweetest voice and any word I utter sounds genuine.
I listen intently when I’m spoken too. I make eye contact. I’m part-ditzy, part-super intelligent, part-comedian. I naturally can make men laugh. I know about nearly every sport. I’m immaculate in bed. Watch a porn star give head and take notes!
I went to the Men’s Club in Charlotte last night, my first strip club. The food was pretty amazing, the strippers were OK, threw a lot of the Doctor’s 💸💸💸.
The doctor was so pleased, at how envious the other men in the club were. I definitely could’ve passed for a stripper in my dress, but only one man was allowed to touch me.
She wasn’t being brave or noble or kind. She was doing this because it had to be done, because there was no way that she could not do it. She thought of:
…Granny Aching’s light, weaving slowly across the downs, on freezing, sparkly nights or in storms like a raging war, saving lambs from the creeping frost or rams from the precipice. She froze and struggled and tramped through the night for idiot sheep that never said thank you and would probably be just as stupid tomorrow, and get into the same trouble again. And she did it because not doing it was unthinkable.
Yeah a question to my afab peeps who now identify differently and have queer feelings for men
Does the feeling that maybe you’re just a disgusting cis girl fetishising gay men ever go away because I would like for it to stop now please and thank you
I’m sick of second guessing myself but I guess that just comes with questioning my gender
I’m kinda just like gender non confirming I guess I don’t really know what I am other than genderqueer but I think my feelings for men are queer but like what if they’re not what if I’m just a cis girl who wants to be in a relationship with a queer man because “omgz my gay babies uwu”
Okay, I’ve seen a whole bunch of “oh man, this movie is
awful but go see it, it’s great” posts about
Jupiter Ascending, and I’ve got to disagree.
This movie is great
and you should go see it because you will love
Yes, it’s cheesy scifi with a space wolf and there are weird
plot points about bees and it’s got more world-building than they could
possibly fit into a single movie. It’s rushed and it feels like it was adapted
from a novel that you haven’t read, which is weird because it’s not adapted
from anything. Yes, it’s about a space princess and it’s an old plot and yes,
it can be predictable and cheesy as fuck.
It’s also a girl movie. As in, it is what every girl
fantasized about when she was a teenager. I’ve heard people saying that it’s
the novel that every girl wrote at fourteen, down to the fact that her space
werewolf love interest has pretty angel wings at the end. What I would like to
know is why that’s a problem.
This movie is the Chosen One plot—the ordinary orphan child
finds out they are Special and is thrown into a new world that they have to
save from the Big Bad. She even decides to make a heroic sacrifice! It’s also a
Disney princess movie—the ordinary girl who dreams of something more finds
adventure and love along the way. It’s a coming of age movie, in which the main
character tries to find themself and their place in the world. It’s everything
that girls should have in countless
stories the way boys do… and it’s more than that, too.
It’s a movie that explores ideas about destiny and fate and
choice—and it does so while confronting the very real problem girls have about
people’s expectations of her. Each of the film’s characters want to control
Jupiter—from her cousin twisting her arm into donating her eggs to the Abrasax
brothers manipulating her to gain the wealth she has inherited. The Abrasax
children want her to be their mother, her mother wants to protect her by
keeping her from dreaming. Everyone wants to force something on her… and in the
end, she chooses to remain in her old life. In the end, she chooses who she wants to be, choosing to
defy Balem, choosing to return to the life she once hated– and being happy in it, knowing that it was her choice.
It’s noteworthy that her defiance comes in these words: “I
am not your mother.” Kalique said that she wanted another chance at a good
relationship with her mother. Titus claimed he knew he could trust her, because
he knew his mother so well, he knew her, too. Balem… well, Balem has a whole
host of mommy issues, but in the end, it seemed almost as though he wanted her
forgiveness—his mother’s forgiveness.
Each of the children tried to force her to be what they expected, to be the woman
they knew as their mother.
There are a whole host of interesting themes they could have
chosen to explore. I wish they had the time to explore them, to be honest—but I
am glad that the one they went with was about finding yourself in the face of
everyone’s expectations of you. It’s a movie I needed, it’s a movie so many girls need.
So please, for the love of god, stop focusing on the
problems it has. Go see this movie because you’ll enjoy it—if nothing else,
enjoy the costume and scenery porn and the very pretty cast, several of whom
end up naked or shirtless. Enjoy the pretty wolf boy and his fluffy angel
wings. Enjoy Balem being over the top. Enjoy the ridiculous action sequences.
Don’t make excuses about enjoying a terrible movie, don’t pretend you can only
love it ironically. Go, see the movie, and let yourself enjoy it sincerely.
Here’s a good chuckle!! I found this gem from two months back. So some background: I went on one terrible date with this man back in April. He took me to Eatlaly without a reservation and it was packed. I quickly realized that he had zero potential and so I did what any woman in my position would do. I ordered a ton of food and started talking about cats, feminism, and witchcraft. 😸 lol I’m usually very well behaved but I couldn’t that night. Like I tried everything to be on my worst behavior and somehow it backfired?! So I got into a cab that he rudely didn’t pay for, he tried to kiss me 😖and I dodged it. I obviously expected never to hear from him again but a few days later he’s texting me asking me out again?!? And he was asking me out on drink dates which he justified as actual dates because “we live in an era of tinder hookups.” Like yeah maybe but if I’m having tinder hookups they’re with men in their twenties who have all of their hair. Not mid forties men with alopecia.
Anyway. He kept pursuing me and asking me out on dates. I made a post some time ago where he kindly compared me to a Russian gold digger- he probably thought that was an insult 😭. And he told me that he had “99 problems but getting pussy wasn’t one of them.” Lolololol 😹 I mean if that’s the case then why was he trying so hard to have another date with me?!
So at that point I told him to stop contacting me and that I was blocking him. Then in September I got an iCloud message- something that I had no idea about. So I guess even if you have someone’s number blocked, if you both have iPhones they can text you from their I cloud account? To reiterate, I had a single two hour, terrible dinner date with this man in April. Never saw him again. Now it’s September and he’s still bothering me after I told him not to?! That’s harassment. And I was particularly annoyed because it was a lovely Saturday and I was sitting outside at a park waiting to meet Young. Like how dare he interrupt my day with nonsense. So naturally I told him to have fun jerking it by himself with alopecia 😹- and I blocked him.
So then I get an okcupid message preview from the man sent to my email. I hadn’t used okc for months but I had to log in to read this hilarious mess.
Okay so first of all I’ll level with him calling me average looking because beauty is subjective. But on the height thing? So I’m taller than the average height of U.S women- from that logic I’m taller than average- which makes me ~tall~. And the best part.. I was taller than him. *cackles*
And he didn’t even mention my terrible personality? I’m disappointed because I was really putting in the effort to be terrible. And his negging as if he knew me? He spent two hours with a stranger (me) and I spent those two hours being as outrageous as possible because I knew I’d never see him again. I should mention that he was completely bald, mid-forties and never married. I wonder why 😒
My only question is, if I am so short and average, and he has no problems “getting pussy”- then why was he pursuing me for months? 🤔👀💆🏻
I'm constantly bombarded by mobs beautiful women who want my body. Poor me. What did I do to deserve this ridiculous fantasy life of literally every straight man. Too bad I'm too moral to sleep with any of these digusting loose women.
My girlfriend and I keep getting unwanted attention from men I don't know or care about which every woman alive can relate to. I keep turning them down and violently attacking every man within reach, but they just keep coming. What does it take? How many men do I have to kill?