(I’m really lonely. I’m taking a break from the more pornographic or erotic side of things on this tumblr, until I figure myself out.)
A.A. George. Yes. Yes this. (article from Aug. 13; I’ve been buried in my own life, and moving, and now that I’ve found it, I needed to share and spread the word.)
My favorite part about my 600-level conference is the part where that one girl spent five or six minutes arguing with the professor that she “can’t imagine a world where a male gives birth”.
My favorite part about my field is the part where people do shit like this, because we only have male and female and those mean VERY SPECIFIC THINGS.
In case you couldn’t tell, all of this has been brought to you by Sarcasm.
Y.Z, you’re my favorite broken promise
Please straight white man, tell me what the patriarchy is.
I so want to hear your opinion.
(I need to get out of this rabbit hole. Help.)
If you haven’t yet, take some time to read about ALS and understand why all of this awareness is so necessary. Sometimes things like the Ice Bucket Challenge become more…
I am lonely. I’m carrying his bruises and his mark, scars and welts, over a thousand miles away, and I’m alone.
I miss him so much, and I can’t have him anymore because long-distance is… not how we roll. I admit that I miss him more because I still carry his discipline and his sadism and his love on my body, so I can see it in the mirror, when I undress, when I look down at my thighs. In a few weeks, when all has faded, it will heal over a little more.
In the two years I am gone, I will lose him entirely. Hopefully, he will have lost me too.
(God, but I hate sleeping alone.)
Watched episode 1! I’m not sure how many brain cells I lost through the endeavor.
It was pretty fun though.