Well, good question. My ideal arrangement is where we are both comfortable with each other. You get a bit of what you want and I get a bit of what I want. You get to be with a sexy, romantic, vibrant, mature, and (sexual girl) who’s also charismatic, and intelligent, etc and I get to be with a man who is willing to provide financial need in my life. I want to feel like a queen and a man who can invest in me is a keeper in my book. I am open to intimacy eventually. I am happy with per meet or monthly allowances. I do like cash though. I am happy per meet when we are platonic, and then when intimacy is involve and you see my sexual side, I am happy for a monthly allowance (of course money raised). I have been doing this for a good amount of time to know what I want. Per meet, I am totally comfortable of minimum _____. I would like to know if you are willing to let me see other men because if so, then monthly will just be doubled but if not monthly will be around ____. (Remember the more you invest in me, the more luxurious I can be for you and the more “prettier” I can be ;).
hardcore pretend marriage AU where dean and cas and sam are working a case where all the victims went to the same monthly PTA meetings, so in order to infiltrate them they must pose as the parents of an enrolled child, and sam volunteers dean and cas to pose as parents while he infiltrates the teacher’s side, and they reluctantly call claire to be their in-school spy, and the three of them move in a house together for a month until the next PTA meeting happens, and LET ME JUST TELL YOU the levels of sheer domesticity that go on in that house have claire running back to sam’s rented apt, BEGGING HIM to make a breakthrough because if she has to witness dean and cas making cow eyes at each other and then arguing about whether the bread needs to be kept INSIDE or OUTSIDE the fridge one more time (“LEAVE THAT LOAF OF BREAD ON THE COUNTER OR SO HELP ME GOD, CASTIEL” ”THIS IS NOT THE BUNKER DEAN YOU DON’T CALL THE SHOTS HERE”) she’s going to die of old age at 17.
Mini photoshoot at my comms monthly meet. My first long sleeve OP. Although I love the style and colors I don’t think it suits me all that well. Also please excuse my peeping petti! I tried hiding it all night. U_U
Super late post. I haven’t made any personal posts in a while.
Went on a POT date with this asshat. I destroyed my phone (gifted to me by another POT) two days before I met up with him. He got it fixed for me then we went to dinner and a jazz concert. Very lovely. He also honored my gift request to show he was interested. All very good signs. He also gave me $160 for “gas” because I confessed that I enjoyed partaking plus money to cover my travel expenses.
We talked morning to night everyday. He kept making sexual references which was annoying because he refused to talk about allowance. After jazz, he wanted me to come to his house. I declined. This forced him to finally talk about allowance. I gave him the option of monthly or per meet. He then proceeded to try to convince me that I just come over anyway because he paid for gifts. I explained to him for the 200th time that gifts and allowances are not interchangeable 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃. Gifts are a choice and though they would ensure that I’m happy as his baby, I still required an allowance for intimacy. He finally offered me $600/month for 6 meets. Again, I declined and he was so mad he turned red. He proceeded to tell me that all he needed to do was get back on tinder and change the age range to get another baby and that being a sugar baby was a cultural thing because all the black girls are sugar babies. I informed him that not only was that racist, but manipulative and untrue and that if he could find a black sugar baby willing to show him the same graciousness I showed him for $600/month that he shouldn’t waste his time with me.
I got in my car and he texted me to make sure I was home safe. However, the next day he sent me a super NASTY 7 page text about how I’m a dirty “prostitution” that scammed him. I kindly told him that the correct word was PROSTITUTE and that not only did he need to chill because he was the one at a disadvantage for needing to pay for companionship anyway, but that he also needed to pick up a dictionary and come again. I sent him a list of words he misspelled/mispronounced with the correct phonetic spelling and bid him a good day.
Anthony Ramos x Reader
Warnings: SWEARING LORDY I am a sinner, extreme fluff!!
Authors Note: thanks for all the love for HTBTH!!
For starters, you’d had a long day.
It was Wednesday, which sucked to begin with because it wasn’t close enough to Monday that you could complain about it being the beginning of the week, and it was too far from Friday to be excited for anything. That put a damper on your mood to begin with.
Second, you’d woken up late and didn’t have time to get coffee, so you were tired and groggy throughout the day, which caused so many problems by itself.
Thirdly, you’d forgotten about the monthly meeting, causing you to be publicly humiliated by your boss in front of your co-workers, and therefore ruining your day altogether.
The fact that your best friends had canceled on you tonight for your usual girls night was the icing on the cake.
So yeah, you’d had a long day.
You were eager to get home and just relax, and chill out for once.
However, New York traffic was always unforgiving, and today was no exception. Traffic was bumper to bumper, and it seemed as though every driver on that freeway simultaneously forgot how to fucking drive a damn car.
You had honked your horn too many times in one minute, and you banged your head against your steering wheel as the traffic left you and a line of cars completely stopped.
You hadn’t ever met a driver on the road that didn’t leave you on the brink of a fit of road rage, but the asshole next to you topped all of them.
They were attempting to squeeze into your lane without using a blinker, causing you to slam on your brakes with a loud screech.
“What the fuck you bitch!”
You screamed as the driver sped up ahead of you.
You pressed on the brakes again as the car stopped suddenly, and you leaned on the horn for a good 10 seconds.
You flipped off the car as traffic eventually cleared up, and you sped past them in your pursuit towards home.
Hardly noticing that the driver was behind you, you drove 15 minutes to your house, before pulling into the driveway and exiting your car. You heard a melodic laugh beside you, and you turned and suppressed a cry of embarrassment.
The driver, whom you had flipped off and screamed at, lived RIGHT next door to you, and you couldn’t be anymore embarrassed.
“Can today get any worse?”
You said out loud, and fumed.
Of course your day had to go like this.
Your neighbor locked his car, and proceeded to begin walking up your driveway, making your stomach wrench in fear.
He didn’t look upset, however, just amused.
“Didn’t know that I had a sailor as my neighbor. Hey that rhymed!”
You rolled your eyes and repressed a laugh, instead smirking.
“I didn’t know I had a neighbor who somehow managed to counterfeit a license.”
He laughed, and the sound filled your ears and left you smiling more than before.
“You got me there. Hey, at least you have humor about it. I’ve been told by more than one person that my drivings a bit off.”
“A bit off?”
“You almost crashed into my car!”
“Oh contraire, my dear. You, in fact, almost crashed into MY car.”
He smiled, and you nearly melted into a puddle on the driveway, the fuzzy feeling of a crush blooming in your heart.
“Same difference. My point being, you’re a terrible driver and I’d advise you to stay off all roads until I see you, with my own two eyes, pass a driving test.”
He shook his head, laughing.
He stuck out his hand, and you shook it.
“Y/N L/N. Nice to have a name to match the driver.”
“Nice to have a name to match the beautiful face.”
You blushed a deep red, flustered to say the least.
“Well, I would stay out here longer, but the weather says otherwise,”
You had noticed that it was getting visibly more chilly.
“But if you’d wait a second longer then I have something to give to you.”
You shrugged, and gestured for him to go ahead.
He raced into his car, and immediately reached for the center console. You didn’t notice what he was doing, because you were way to distracted by his fluffy hair and adorable freckles to be curious in what he was doing.
He emerged a minute later, a piece of paper in his hand.
“Here. Open it inside. Until we meet again, Miss Y/N.”
He threw up a peace sign, and retreated inside his house. You waved goodbye, and then went inside your own home before it started to rain.
You flicked on all the lights, eager to see what the boy had written to you.
I may be a bad driver, but I don’t have bad eyesight, because I was able to see the beauty in you. Sorry, that was bad. But here’s my number, in case you’re into awkward boys with curly hair and bad pickup lines.”
You scanned the note again and again, and you still couldn’t shake the smile off your face.
You grabbed your phone, and began texting the number.
“I’m texting you now, just in case you’re into angry girls with horrible road rage and an undying love for their steering wheel horn.”
You smiled, and closed you eyes for a moment, letting your mind soak up how your day went from bad to good in a matter of minutes, thanks to a boy with horrible driving skills and a fit of road rage.
He texted back a moment later, an emoji immediately drawing your attention.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for! Well not exactly, but you just described yourself and well… never mind. But what I’m trying to say is that you may have been pissed off with me today, and I want to make it up to you. Coffee tomorrow?”
You blinked slowly, and tried to fight the smile that was creeping onto your face.
“Coffee heals wounds. Hey, I have one exception. I’m driving.”
You could practically here the laughter from next door, and you awaited a reply.
“I planned on being a cheesy gentleman and driving for you, but equality calls, so I’ll let you answer this one ;)”
You smugly grinned, and texted back.
“I’ll be over at 8:00. Be ready when I get there because I don’t plan on waiting :)”
You rolled your eyes and laughed at his dorky comments, and shut off your phone and tuned into your current Netflix series that you couldn’t get enough of.
The next morning, you slammed the snooze button on your alarm at 6:00, then remembering where you had to be in 2 hours and jumped out of bed.
You showered and dried your hair in record time, though you somehow managed to shave your legs.
Hey, you went all out for him.
You winged your eyeliner and put on a dark red lipstick, then got dressed in your work attire to meet Anthony in exactly 10 minutes.
You zipped up your jacket, and put on your heels as you stepped outside into the cold New York winter day, and began the short trek to Anthony’s house.
You sat waiting at the door, staring at your phone, then, at exactly 8:00, rang the doorbell.
To your surprise, Anthony opened the door before you’d take your finger off the doorbell, causing you to jump back in shock.
“Jesus fuck. Don’t scare me like that.”
You said as your heartbeat slowed down.
“That almost scared me as much as the thought of you driving me around.”
He laughed and followed you to your car, hopping in the passenger seat as you drove to the coffee shop.
He started as you sat down at a table.
“Why, in all my years of living at that house, have I never noticed you?”
You rolled your eyes.
“I moved here 10 months ago. I’m pretty new to the neighborhood and to New York City in general.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“You mean you didn’t grow up here?”
“Nope. It’s peaceful where I come from. It’s called quiet.”
“I just thought, by the way you drive, that you had always been around here.”
You smacked his arm, and smiled.
Anthony was a very animated person, always smiling or laughing, telling you stories and making you laugh.
It was a change from your usual morning gloom, which was nice, for once.
You exited the coffee shop together, and he shyly took your hand. You laced your fingers with his, and repressed a smile from bursting onto your face.
You walked back to your car, and drove him back to his house.
“Thanks Y/N. I had a lot of fun today. In fact,”
He glanced up at you.
“I’d like to do it again sometime. Tonight, if you’re free.”
Your heart leaped again, and you nodded.
“When and where?”
“How do I tell you this…”
He was silent for a moment, then spoke.
“Well, I’m an actor in a musical. It’s called Hamilton, and I want you to come see it. You don’t have to, of course-”
“I’d love too. What time?”
He smiled, relief apparent on his face.
“7:00 tonight, at the Richard Rogers. Be there at 5:30 and I’ll let you in.”
“Perfect. I can’t wait. See you then.”
You waved, and he disappeared inside his house, leaving you to drive to work, giddy with happiness and impatient with excitement.
You jumped to your feet, clapping, as the theater thundered with applause. You hadn’t seen a better Broadway show ever, and you were so incredibly proud of Anthony.
As soon as he exited the stage, you jumped in his arms.
“That was so amazing Ant! You’re so talented oh my god!”
He laughed as he hugged you back, and led you to his dressing room.
“Yeah, well, I try to impress the ladies.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Sorry, I meant ‘lady.’”
You heart did somersaults all over you chest, leaving you dazed with complete adoration for him.
“Thanks for bringing me tonight. I had such a good time, and it was so amazing to see such talented people come together to sing about a founding father.”
“Just doing my job. And I got to see you in the audience, so it was a 10x better show tonight than any other night.”
You blushed, and felt Anthony’s arms circle around your middle.
“Thanks for coming tonight, for even giving me a chance. You’re more than I deserve-”
You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, feeling warmth flood your body as he brought his head closer to yours.
You giggled when you pulled back, and he put an arm around you shoulders, leading you out of the room.
“I’m skipping stage door tonight. I have better things to be doing.”
You raised an eyebrow, and smirked as he led you through the theater and out the door.
3 years later, you watched as Ant took his final bows as Philip Hamilton/John Laurens. It had been an incredible ride for you and him both, an endless plethora of happy memories shared in this theater.
To your surprise, the cast members handed Ant a microphone, and stepped back from him.
“Hey y'all. As most of you know, tonight is my last show here.”
The applause seemed endless, but they finally ceased so he could continue.
“It’s been an amazing journey, all these years working with so many talented people, I wish I could stay forever. But I’ve gotta pass on the torch, and besides, I have something really important that I promised myself I wouldn’t do till the day I decided to leave Hamilton. So, here we go.”
He took a deep breath, and then spoke.
“Y/N, can you come onto the stage?”
You were utterly confused, and then you were being dragged onstage by Carleigh and Thayne.
They stopped you in front of Anthony, and he smiled at you as he kissed your head.
“Hey. Ant, what is all this…?”
He addressed the audience again as they finally quieted down from the cheers.
“This is Y/N. She’s been my girlfriend for the past 3 years, and it’s been the most amazing, most enjoyable 3 years.”
You smiled shyly, and waved at the audience.
“She’s the most sweet, the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I’ve never met someone who was quite like you, which sets you apart, and makes you special.”
You blushed, and smiled as the crowd awed and cheered.
“We’ve shared so many memories here at this theater, and on this stage in general. You agreed to come here for a date, which happened the day of our first date, so technically, this was our second date.”
You recalled the day so clearly, and grinned as you remembered how nervous he was to hold your hand.
“But before that, it started with a fit of road rage from this one and bad driving on my part.”
You laughed along with the audience, although his driving skills had drastically improved now.
“But here you are now, from road rage to center stage. Which is why,”
He pulled a box out of his pocket, and got down on one knee in front of you.
You gasped and felt your eyes tearing up.
“Y/N, you’ve been my number one girl for 3 years now. You’re charismatic, beautiful, hilarious, and caring all in one package. What else could I ask for? I know you’re mine, but I want that to be forever. Will you marry me?”
You nodded vigorously, and tackled him in a kiss.
You laughed through the tears, and smiled down at him.
“From road rage to center stage, huh? I’m going to quote you from the first thing you said to me, hey that rhymed!”
cults are like elaborate clubs, so i wanna start one
ideas for a cult:
-we meet biweekly, you bring all the dogs or cats you currently possess and we pet
-we meet monthly, everyone brings a paintball gun or a friend with a paintball gun and we hunt in the forest for donald trump masks i hid in the trees
-we meet weekly to watch the bee movie. each. week. at the end of the year, you recite the script by heart. your reward is you no longer have to watch the bee movie.
-we meet biweekly to watch every shitty m night shamalama movie ever. yes. this includes the dreck that is the last airbender.
-we meet monthly to discuss and plan the taking and maintaining of our territory in the case of an apocalypse, zombie or nuclear beast or whatever it entails. you are not obligated to bring supplies or plans, just listen.
no matter which idea is my favorite, we call it the Church of Sentient Amoeba.
I’m flexible on the name, any name involving aliens, paramecium, dabbing, or includes the word “amorphous” will be considered.
I put together a reading group with some of my fellow organizers, thinking about how we organize post-Trump. Here’s the list of books:
We are reading The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich in chunks, meeting monthly, and reading one other book besides. This is a list long enough to keep us meeting for five years, which is not the intention - but we’re randomly generating five books each month and voting on which one of those we’d like to read.
Raising Expectations (and Raising Hell), Jane McAlevey
The Invention of the White Race, Theodore Allen
The Children of NAFTA: Labor Wars on the US/Mexico Border, David Bacon
Rise of the Warrior Cop, Radley Balko
My Face is Black Is True: Callie House and the Ex-Slave Pensions Movement, Mary Frances Berry
Doing Theology in a Revolutionary Situation, Jose Miguez Bonino
The Spanish Anarchists: The Heroic Years 1868-1936, Murray Bookchin
Beyond Bullets: The Suppression of Dissent in the United States, Jules Boykoff
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, Dee Brown
In Struggle: SNCC and the Black Awakening of the 1960s, Clayborne Carson
Capitalism and Christianity, American Style, William Connolly
Languages of the Unheard: Why Militant Protest is Good for Democracy, Stephen D'Arcy
Broken Heartland: The Rise of America’s Rural Ghetto, Osha Gray Davidson
Chain of Title: How Three Ordinary Americans Uncovered Wall St’s Great Foreclosure Fraud, David Dayen
Local People: The Struggle for Civil Rights in Mississippi, John Dittmer
Losing Ground: American Environmentalism at the Close of the Twentieth Century, Mark Dowie
John Brown, W.E.B. Du Bois
Black Reconstruction, W.E.B. Du Bois
This Is An Uprising, Mark & Paul Engler
Fighting Back in Appalachia: Traditions of Resistance and Change, Stephen Fisher
Four Futures, Peter Frase
Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent, Eduardo Galeano
Gods of Blood: The Pagan Revival and White Separatism, Mattias Gardell
Resource Rebels: Native Challenges to Mining and Oil Corporations, Al Gedick
The Bending Cross: A Biography of Eugene V. Debs, Ray Ginger
The Populist Moment: A Short History of the Agrarian Revolt in America, Lawrence Goodwyn
Selections from the Prison Notebooks, Antonio Gramsci
Migra! A History of the US Border Patrol, Kelly Hernández
Strangers in their Own Land: Anger and Mourning on the American Right, Arlie Hochschild
The Paranoid Style in American Politics, Richard Hofstadter
The Long Haul: An Autobiography, Myles Horton
How the Irish Became White, Noel Ignatiev
The Black Jacobins, CLR James
Hammer and Hoe: Alabama Communists in the Great Depression, Robin D. G. Kelley
Civil Rights Unionism: Tobacco Workers and the Struggle for Democracy in the Mid-Twentieth-Century South, Robert Korstad
The Accumulation of Capital, Rosa Luxemburg
Accompanying: Pathways to Social Change, Staughton Lynd
Active Hope: How to Change the Mess We’re In Without Going Crazy, Joanna Macy
Ruling the Void: The Hollowing of Western Democracy, Peter Mair
Fossil Capital, Andreas Malm
They Thought They Were Free: The Germans 1933-45, Milton Mayer
At the Dark End of the Street: Black Women, Rape and Resistance, Danielle McGuire
Carbon Democracy: Political Power in the Age of Oil, Timothy Mitchell
The Fall of the House of Labor, David Montgomery
Capitalism in the Web of Life: Ecology and the Accumulation of Capital, Jason Moore
The First Civil Right: How Liberals Built Prison America, Naomi Murakawa
Unreal City: Las Vegas, Black Mesa, and the Fate of the West, Judith Nies
Governing the Commons, Elinor Ostrom
I’ve Got the Light of Freedom: The Organizing Tradition and the Mississippi Freedom Struggle, Charles M. Payne
Nixonland, Rick Perlstein
Poor People’s Movements, Frances Fox Piven & Richard Cloward
Ella Baker and the Black Freedom Movement, Barbara Ransby
Waging Nonviolent Struggle, Gene Sharp
Dixie Be Damned: 300 Years of Insurrection in the American South, Neal Shirley
First Majority Last Minority: The Transforming of Rural Life in America, John Shover
Hillbilly Nationalists, Urban Race Rebels, and Black Power: Community Organizing in Radical Times, Amy Sonnie
Poor Workers’ Unions: Rebuilding Labor from Below, Annie Tait
Life During Wartime: Resisting Counterinsurgency, Kristian Williams (ed.)
The Gilded Rage: A Wild Ride through Donald Trump’s America, Alexander Zaitchik
Here’s the spread for next week. I wanted to keep it minimal, with a splash of blue, but I got excited about my new Post-Its and washi tape. It’s a little bizarre but highly functional. To save space, I did away with daily spreads and instead keep track of habits, gratitude, dreams, and affirmations in monthly logs.
Also, meet my new plant friend, Alphonse.
And if you can’t read the inspirational quote of the week…
honestly, the nations FAVORITE prince to have ever lived
he’s always attentive and pushes to keep the common people in mind during important royal meetings
treats all the staff + servants with the utmost respect, is always asking if they need a helping hand in the kitchen after dinner
once he learned that the head cook burned their hand so jeonghan forbid them from trying to cook until it healed and even went down to help the rest of the kitchen cook while the cook was on leave and honestly it just made everyone swoon
he’s wasn’t the best cook, but he looked handsome cutting up peppers with his hair tied back in a graceful ponytail
organizes monthly meetings where the people can come to him and complain about something and he’ll put a team of people together to fix every problem, big or small!!!!
little kids love him because he smiles and he like glows and they just stare at him in awe and when he ruffles their hair they run to tell the other kids that they were ‘blessed’ by the ‘angelic prince’ of the nation!!!!
prince!jeonghan wears like this outfit all the time:
casual white shirt, crisp clean white slacks and …… you guessed it…rolled up sleeves
when it’s like a gala or something though he gets adorned in like royal navy blues or burgundy and it looks so rich and he wears like a cape and a crown and literally like ????? an actual king not even a prince a KING
but then he’ll like giggle against his wrist and it’s so cute his eyes get cute and wrinkle at the sides and literally you catch his glorious soft laugh once and you fall in love
you meet him because like you work in the royal garden and 4 some reason prince!jeonghan has this strange affinity for plants (u and the others think it might be because he is a literal flower,,,, but u don’t tell him that)
he bumps into you planting new roses for the season and he’s just like “oh….i didn’t mean to interrupt”
and you’re like oh no!! prince jeonghan it’s ok!!!! and you’re standing there in like overalls and gloves and a sunhat and this gorgeous prince is smiling at you and you’re like ‘oh my god im going to melt right into this dirt tbh’
he suddenly sorta gives you this coy smile and you’re like…… and he’s like “if it’s ok to bother you, could you maybe tell me the names of those flowers over there?” and he directs you toward another part of the garden and you two venture over and you get excited you’re like “this is queen ann’s lace!!!!” and you explain to him where the name is from and everything and jeonghan is looking at you so peacefully and he seems so interested in your knowledge of flowers that when you apologize for babbling he’s like “no, i want to know more….”
prince!jeonghan starts visiting you in the garden and even asks you to help him learn how to tend to certain plants and tbh like everytime he leans over your shoulder to see what you’re doing you kind of blush because a h he’s so nice and smells so clean because he’s a prince ofc and it’s like you have to stop because HES A PRINCE you’re just a gardener right hasfgfs
jeonghan has another friend in the gardens,,,,,,gardener seungcheol and seungcheol is kind of your boss like he’s the head of the garden and seungcheol is a grease ball so he’s always winking at you when jeonghan is around and not looking and tbh when you’re not around he’s like “hey,,,,i know this might be rude,,,,,but when do you plan to marry?” and jeonghan laughs because he’s so causal and he’s like “why?” and seungcheol just sorta mentions your name and is like “they’re single heHE”
once you were having trouble with a wheelbarrow full of dirt and jeonghan,,, who was taking his horse back to the stables sees you and calls someone over to take the horse while he himself goes over to help you
you’re like “it’s fine, don’t get your gloves and riding gear dirty!!!” but jeonghan helps you anyway with a soft smile and he’s like “don’t worry about me getting dirty, I just need to make sure you don’t get hurt….”
prince jeonghan loves to read so you see him sitting near the fountain in the middle of the garden with book in hand a lot
once he fell asleep against this bush and everyone freaked out because they couldn’t find him for hours and then you ended up being the one to find him laying against the leaves and you’re just like omg how do i wake up the prince of my country,,,, and you lean over to tap his shoulder and jeonghan open his eyes righT AT ThAT MOMENT and you’re staring right AT HIM and you turn SO RED while jeonghan just smiles and asks if you’re not getting sick
prince jeonghan goes out into town to talk with some local business owners,, sees a small flowershop and immediately thinks of you
he’s hard to read because he always has a lax pokerface or just the same smile about everything and its frustrating because he’ll come up behind you and whisper against the side of your neck to ask how you’re doing while no one else is in the garden and you become a mess but prince jeonghan,,,, composed aS ALWAYS
he once did trip over a vine while staring at you but you didn’t see
gardener seungcheol saw tho and he had to be bribed by jeonghan to never speak of it
he did a public interview when he visited a elementary school and they were like ‘what do you like recently?’ and he looked at the camera, titled his head and was like ‘i really like…..flowers’
EVERYONE IN THE CASTLE WAS LIKE HES TALKING ABOUT YOU
cute prince jeonghan who just wants to chill in the garden with you and like instead of wearing an actual crown wants you to make him a crown of flowers
Continuing with my car wash theme from my post the other day.
You have no idea how satisfying it was just a little bit ago, to get home from my monthly Illustrators meeting and immediately grab the cleaning supplies to wipe down the dashboard (and rest of the interior surfaces) of my car.
The sun is shining brightly and my dashboard revealed, on my long drive home, just how much winter dust/grime had built up on it. I could not wait to get home and clean it.
And that is exactly what I did.
Ahhhhh….. carry on with the rest of your amazing weekends out there friends!
Hi! My best friend has recently told me (on 2 different occasions)that she doesn't understand why being straight is normalized but being bi where u don't have a preference isn't. It's biologically sensible and she knows that cuz she's smart af. I've seen girls and thought they have good genes but never ooh I wanna do stuff, if you're catching my drift. Anyways, recently I started to develop some sort of crush on her and I'm not sure if I'm just young and in a phase or I like her! how do I know??
tbh I am not sure I ~am catching your drift? If I get it right, you’re wondering whether or not you coudl be bisexual/attracted to girls. First of all: you are never too old or too young to have a crush on someone - regardless of their gender. Equally, age doesn’t matter when it comes to discovering your sexuality. Some realise they’re not-straight very early, others later in their adult lives. The reason some people say “you’re too young to know you’re queer” or “it’s just a phase” is queerphobia and heteronormativity. Straight people will literally call their infant son a “ladies’ man” and their new-born daughter a “heart breaker” but doubt the ability for self-reflection in teenagers as soon as it’s about being anything but cishet.
So my advice is: try to free yourself from the idea of it “just being a phase” or being too young to know who you are. Trust your feelings. If you have a crush on her, that’s what it is. She may be the only girl you’ll ever have a crush on or there may be other girls and women in the future. That doesn’t matter now, in the moment!
You can call yourself bisexual if you just so much as acknowledge the potential to be attracted to people of two or more genders. Maybe “queer” or “pansexual” or “heteroflexible” fits you better. I suggest you read up on that if you like. Maybe you feel like she’s an exception and you prefer identifying as straight. It’s up to you and nobody else’s right to decide that for you.
And another thing: Even if it’s just a phase…. so what? That doesn’t mean the feelings you have for her are invalid. Even ~if she’s the only girl you’ll ever have a crush on that doesn’t render it meaningless.
okay so i remembered this story and i wanted t share it because it is simultaneously the best and worst received joke ive ever made
in 7th grade i was my “class organizer” which basically meant i handled class events and meetings (because i had the most leadership experience in my class and my teacher wanted me to embrace that)
so a few days before a monthly meeting i talk to my teacher about organizing a “sing off” which our class had done the previous year with a teacher who had gone on mat leave. she said if i could make it happen she’d let us do it during a free study block. so i planned the whole thing out and ran it past the teacher and she gave me the ok
the day of the meeting i sit in my spot up front and announce this plan to the class and pretty much everyones into it so im going over the rules and such and this one kid puts his hand up and asks me “do we have to dance?”
to which i immediately respond
“you can dance if you wanna… you can leave your friends behind. cause your friends dont dance and if you dont dance you’re no friend of mine.”
not singing at all just say it and not a single person laughed or even looked like they got it except the teacher who laughed so hard she had to leave the room