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cutecajunlizard:

lesbianvenom:

lesbianvenom:

lesbianvenom:

in fifteen minutes I’m going to tell you the story about how my dumb lesbian ass willingly went into a dorm with four bros

it’s been more than fifteen minutes I know but you will get the full scoop on this (also I’m okay)

Okay STORY TIME

so I was walking back from work around nineish and my neighbor/seminar classmate is in the hallway talking to his girlfriend. he sees me and he’s like “hey!! hey classmate whose name I don’t know” so I turned around and was like “it’s Hayley.”

and he apologized for not knowing (I didn’t know his name either so I wasn’t mad) and asked if I’d started my first paper for seminar. he asked me what it was on so I told him and he was like “I’m so stuck I have no idea what to do,” so clearly the natural response for my stupid ass to make is to offer him help – I told him to knock on our door and ask for me if he needed help.

maybe I did this because I was still in tutor mode from work. maybe I did it because no one takes those offers up anyway, right?

wrong! a half an hour later, as I’m getting ready to shower, he knocks for the door and asks for me, and all my roommates don’t believe him bc he’s this dude bro who clearly works out and is wearing a johnny cash tshirt. like how fake deep is that. i would never associate with a dude bro

so he invites me back to his place and as I’m walking there I’m like “this could very possibly be a bad idea,” but I go anyway bc I’m a dumbass with no sense of self preservation.

he lets me into his apartment and I’m immediately hit with the bro-ness of it all: a sports illustrated poster on the wall, protein powder EVERYWHERE, posters of beer, snap backs, flasks, and a guitar because of course there is.

his room is no better, and alarm bells are just fucking going off and I’m trying to think of a quick exit. then he tries to close his damn door to his own room and I’m like “hold up that stays open” and he was like “oh yeah I’m sorry I didn’t think about that,” which was….considerate.

two hours, two cigarette breaks later, one opening paragraph later, and one of his roommates trying to hit on me later, he starts talking about intersectionality and my mind goes ?????????????? and we legit talked about rape culture and trump and how fucked we all are. eventually we started talking about the law and feminism so then I tell him I’m gay and his immediate response is “do you get those stupid microagressions from guys who say they can turn you straight?” and it took me a minute to respond bc the fact he even knew that word was so bizarre it was like worlds colliding.

he then tells me he thinks his little sister might be gay because he thinks she told him while he was drunk one night but he couldn’t remember so he asks for advice because he doesn’t want to upset her because, in his words, “I’m not gay so you know I don’t understand it like you do.”

then, because the night of course could get weirder, he tells me he writes poetry but doesn’t tell anyone because he’ll get shit for it bc he’s supposed to be a “tough guy” and masculine and shit and I just feel Jesus sending me a message through this kid that I shouldn’t judge all dude bros by the bro-ness of their looks but I also wanna stay sexy and not get murdered so I’m gonna keep doing that. sorry jesus.

finally I left because I was tired and also I had to wash the smell of bad cologne off of me but guys this was an experience please believe me. i was standing in the shower before just letting the water wash over me as the whole two hour ordeal played over in my head because we laughed, we talked. he told me something about himself no one else knows, we exchanged political ideas and fist bumps. we bonded over the stress of a seminar paper and now we are forever changed by this event.

so that was how my dumb lesbian ass willingly walked into a room with four dudebros in it.

I was so scared this was gonna go badly but turns out it’s about making new friends in unexpected places

wetpinkorthodoxy:

Y’know what really pisses me off abou the rise of Farage in the UK and Trump in America and other assorted demagogues around the world? It’s the way the “traditional” right shakes their head and tuts at these figures as if to say “this is nothing to do with us.”

Farage and Trump are a logical continuation of 30+ years of neoliberal capitalism, white supremacist language cloaked in slightly more polite terms and a general contempt for the working class and marginalised communities. When politicians allowed migrants to be blamed for the worst excesses of unrestrained markets, what did they think would happen? When politicians started villifying single mothers and did nothing about soaring rape figures, where did they think it would lead? If you hold up wealthy people as role models, regardless of their ability or merit, how can you be surprised when wealth alone gives someone a viable shot at being president of the United States? 

Some of the sentiments muttered by Farage actually aren’t a million miles away from the kind of shit that the Thatcher government used to come out with (concentration camps for people with HIV, anyone?). Trump seems pretty fucking ridiculous from where we’re standing now, but so did Reagan back in the day.

This is where that path has led us. And what prominent right-wingers really don’t like is that Farage and Trump are up-front about the prejudices and misconceptions that inform their views. Unlike some of the right, they don’t even bother to cloak their vicious fucking lies in good intentions.

And unless we get rid of this economic model, in 30 years from now, we’ll probably look at the politicians we’re dealing with then and think “man Farage and Trump don’t seem all that bad now.”

shadesofmauve:

pyoorkate:

shadesofmauve:

@pyoorkate

WAIT WAIT YOUR D&D GROUP GOT KITTENS?!

@thesupersquirrel is obviously doing this to make Erik and I feel bad for not having the time to play another game.

Kildrak is no mere kitten! She has joined the Brawnanvil clan and should be referred to appropriately. Damn tool-snatching shortbeard humans, never treat our animal kin with respect.

My apologies! Is “Kildrak Brawnanvil” appropriate, or are further honorifics due?

That is adequate as she is quite young. 

…And fluffy.

inkskinned:

“women don’t know how much rejection hurts” i wasn’t allowed to play with legos or touch a football or look at sports. i wasn’t allowed to eat more. i wasn’t allowed to talk loudly, to laugh too much, to inject myself into male conversations. i wasn’t allowed to be good at science. i was told “oh sweetheart, have another college in mind, STEM fields are hard.” i got turned down from jobs in favor of boys where were less qualified. one boss told me he was hesitant to hire me because my last name is hispanic and i’m pretty and he didn’t want the “controversy.” i couldn’t take up space on the train. i would be talked over in public places. i couldn’t eat steak or drink beer, they were “boy” things. video games were off limits, i wasn’t allowed to ask if i could see more characters like myself in them. super heroes were all men, women were just love interests. i wanted shirts with wonderwoman, with black widow, with harley quinn, i found next to nothing. i wanted pockets and colors other than pink and clothes designed for warmth, not sexy, i got nothing. women change their name to be published nationally. i wasn’t allowed to be emotional, i wasn’t good at driving, i wasn’t in charge of my own body. i wasn’t allowed to show off my body, i wasn’t allowed to dress modestly. i had to be pretty, whatever it took, but my eating was constantly made fun of. “she’s, like, anorexic” was a punchline, not a disorder. “she’s fat” was a death sentence. 

boys said no because: i wasn’t pretty i wasn’t small i was too loud i spent too much energy on being funny on because i wouldn’t shut up what a feminazi i wasn’t smart i was too smart for my own good i was always reading i was always busy i was too needy i was too independent i was not who you took home i was too much of a house mom i was perfect and it was scary.

women don’t know. women don’t know. never sat in a room and wrote angsty poetry about this shit. somehow both overemotional and not capable of knowing how much rejection stings. which one is it. which one is it. i’ll give you a hint: we’ve been rejected since the first time our parents said, “no, not the blue blanket, it’s for little boys to play with.” we are used to having “no” slammed in our faces. we got used to it. maybe the reason it seems so unnatural to hear “no” is because for your entire life, you heard “yes.”