okay judgemental free zone here because I’m genuinely curious: how much of supernatural have y'all ACTUALLY watched
You didn’t kill Lestat. You spared him out of some fucked-up idea you had about love. Love? I bled him like a pig and waited for the death rattle.
forget fast fashion in 2023 the only viral trend i wanna see is workers unionizing
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unironically one of the funniest things i think ive ever seen on this fucking website and yes im going to reblog this like every other day
The mixing has grown exponentially aggressive…
it’s like perfect pitch but paint
i need all the weird neo-puritans of tumblr and toktok and twitter to realize that people have been having fun casual sex for literally all of human existence and that’s a good thing
you think our ancestors weren’t making sexy eyes at each other over a mug of mead and fucking nasty behind the tavern??? you think cavepeople weren’t having fun animalistic sex??? pull your head out of your ass
the people of pompeii: *openly have brothels and dicks on the floors and picture sex menus*
2023 twitter user: people are only having casual sex because their brains are rotted by porn and capitali- what’s that? yes i was raised catholic why do you ask?
I know it feels like an understatement but you sometimes make more progress by pointing out that conservatives are fucking rude. going out of your way to call someone the wrong name because you don't like them? rude. childish. this isn't fucking kindergarten, Carl. she said her name is Jennifer. Everybody knows her as Jennifer. You are the one making things confusing. Grow up.
"misgendering is violence": invites discourse over the TraNs DeBatE, puts people on the defensive, opens you up to accusations of liberal snowflakery, comes off as a hypothetical thought exercise
"Who the fuck is Jason? I don't know a Jason. Oh her? You mean Jen? You mean fucking Jen? That's Jen, dipshit." : crystal clear. you're making shit more difficult for everyone because you're a rude manchild.
honestly this feels like the 'conversations with queer people/good allies [classical painting of philosophers]' vs 'conversations with conservatives [picture of teacher helping a toddler play with plastic blocks]' meme. You have to meet people where they're at.
Conservatives will not engage at the level of 'misgendering is violence' (because they will not acknowledge out loud that hate speech is a type of violence unless they are the ones trying to censor it, nor do they see misgendering as a type of hate speech) so when you engage, you have to do it in a way they'll actually understand.
peer review here! yeah this us all right but I especially wanna point out the "seeding doubt" bit bc that's exactly what you're doing.
You're not gonna convince a conservative they're wrong in an epic debate, especially if they're a stranger. For most people deconstructing hateful beliefs, it's gonna be death by a thousand cuts. You probably won't ever see it, but if they consistently get this response, there is a chance they'll eventually start to wonder if they're the problem (they are). It's not guaranteed, but it's possible.
Of course, deconverting bigots is positive, but not the main goal. This approach takes a tiny step towards that happening while still prioritizing the real goal, which is protecting marginalized people.
it also works bc conservatives and neolibs tend to conceptualize things in terms of individuals, not systems. appealing to an abstract concept that they don't believe in isn't gonna do shit, but going "were you raised in a fucking barn? you're making everyone here uncomfortable" will because they do believe manners exist
and this goes for p much any form of bigotry, not just transphobia.
One of the best parts about working at a sex shop is the employee discount, and yeah that means excellent deals on sex supplies but that's not the big brain part.
You come to my house. Something is cooking in the kitchen- it smells wonderful. What is it? It's novelty dick-shaped pasta. I've set up a sensual sexy Italian dinner. There are candles set up on the table. They're melting too fast, dripping everywhere- they're low temp waxplay pillar candles. For dessert, I serve you a delicious ice cream topped in penis-shaped rainbow confetti sprinkles and strawberry body paint drizzle, and afterwards, serve coffee with roasted hazelnut warming lube.
We play a board game while we drink. It's sexy monopoly. It's your turn. You roll the dice. They come up as 'whisper into' and 'butt'. I lost the original dice. We're using the sexy dice. You move four spaces.
After dinner, I run you a bath. A bubble bath. The bubble gel? Sensual ocean breeze. There are candles lined up around the tub. The scent is overpowering. Why? They're three-in-one fruit flavored massage oil candles. I'm using so much. It's so wasteful. Do you want to shave? I have conditioning shave cream that smells like limes. And an electric body razor, but you can't use that in the tub.
How about a bath bomb? You toss one in. It's cherry blossom scented. As it dissolves, three sexy bath sex suggestion cards fall out. They're all variations on doggy style, probably because fucking in a bathtub is probably the easiest way to break your hip.
The water cools. You get out an dry off with a novelty towel. If you wrap it around your chest, it looks like you have gigantic tatas bursting through the fabric like the Hulk.
You walk into the bedroom. I'm there, reading an instructional book titled "The Housewife's Guide To Every Day Stripping". I'm wearing a neck pillow designed to look like a massive curved weiner. Also a pair of fake leather bondage leggings and an oversized men's christmas T-shirt that says "Jingle My Bells" across the front.
I see you come in. I put down the book, take off the pillow. Offer you a massage. You accept. I already burned up all the massage candles so I pop a new bottle of CBD massage oil that says something wrong about Chakras on it. It's very gritty. That's because there's little chunks of amethyst in it for some fucking reason. It's fine, though. You say you don't mind.
I don't do massages very often. It's bad. You end up more tense than before. One of your muscles starts to cramp- it's okay. I whip out a bottle of Lidocane topical masculine performance numbing spray. You immediately feel like your shoulder went to the dentist. It's not ideal, but it's better than cramping.
You're not in the mood to bone after that. Which is good, cause I'm actually pretty asexual, but it hasn't come up yet so I'm relieved to avoid the conversation. Instead we get ready for bed. (The weather is terrible, and I insist you stay over.) I set up the futon, then realize it smells like cigarettes from the previous owner and shyly ask if you wanna cuddle in my room. You're down.
I crawl under the covers, placing my penis-shaped pink glitter pride bottle on the side table in case one of us wakes up thirsty. Once you're settled in, I turn off the glowing bare ass night light and the room goes black.
It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust, but when they do, you look up at the ceiling. It's dotted all over with little green flourescent lights. Are they plastic stars? No. I've pinned up a thousand glow in the dark condoms. God bless
May 19th is Agender Pride Day! I made a little comic to explain what being Agender means to me with some help from a little figment.
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