so im at work and bagging for this lady and her little kid and the kids askin me about what its like being a big kid and all that so he goes “do you have a girlfriend? is she pretty?” and i live in a pretty liberal area and it was pretty quiet in the store so i just calmly responded “actually i have a boyfriend, but he’s fairly pretty” and the mom just kinda pauses on her phone and looks down at her son like please dont say anything bad please dont embarrass me but he just gets so fuckin excited and is like “you can do that ???? i didnt know boys were allowed to have boyfriends!!” and hes turns to his mom and is pulling at her phone trying to get her attention and is just really excited like “mom did you know that ? can i have a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend ??” and she just started laughing and was like “if you want sure” and they took their groceries and left and im just standing there like
This whole “trust Tumblr blindly” thing is eventually going to kill someone, as I became pointedly aware of on one occasion I was making fun of how poorly a particular bleach-based drain declogger was working on my sink and got a chorus of really dangerously misinformed people telling me to pour vinegar in after it because all cute little cool kid diy home care blogs they’re following talk about vinegar like it it’s the big secret the cleaning companies don’t want you to know.
And I cringed knowing that someday, some Well Actually expert who read a blog article once is going to give that advice to someone who unfortunately didn’t take high school chemistry and isn’t aware that MIXING VINEGAR AND BLEACH MAKES CHLORINE GAS.
psa: the A in LGBTQIA stands for Asexuality, Aromantic, and Agender. Not JUST Asexuality. You may now continue with your regularly scheduled scrolling.
it SOMETIMES also stands for allies as in people who support lgbtq etc
no.
Speaking as someone who doesn’t identify as anything on the LGBTQIA spectrum (although my sexuality is a messy question to be addressed elsewhere), I can confirm: no. We are allies. We do not need a letter.
Speaking as someone who will and has gone to the mat on behalf of gay/trans/insert-identity-of-choice people, I can also confirm: agender, asexual, and aromantic people exist. They need a letter to remind people.
Ally away, folks. Support your friends, your family, your peers, the strangers on the street. But remember that it’s not about you.
au where the government incarcerate bucky in a high security secret facility and the avengers just conspire and break him out and when a government official comes to stark tower and is like ‘hey give barnes back’ tony is just like ‘he’s not here’ and the dude is all ‘he is sat right there’ and tony just goes ‘nah thats my cousin sergei’ and the government can’t do anything bc technically bucky barnes has been dead for 70 years and every year the facility gets a christmas card from the tower signed steve, tony, clint, natasha, bruce, thor and ‘cousin sergei’ and the card is just a picture of bucky with reindeer antlers on
“No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your ‘religious freedom.’ If you don’t like birth control, don’t use it. Religious freedom doesn’t mean you can force others to live by your own beliefs.”—
so today my ap art history teacher was teaching us about Hapshetsut the only female pharaoh and he was like “have you seen women they can pop out a baby and be like alright let’s go” and then he walked over to this guy and aimed his fist towards his balls and the guy flinched and held his crotch so he was like “men may be stronger but women are tougher” and then he said “so when someone tells you to grow a pair, they mean ovaries”
Hi, my name is Cara and I’m a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasn’t due for another period for at least a week, but considering that my period is pretty much permanently irregular, I get to wake up a lot of mornings in a pool of my own blood. Hmm. Lovely.
I then proceed to dump my sheets, my underwear, and my pajamas in my laundry room in a tub filled with cold water, with the hopes that this time I haven’t ruined them permanently.
What next? Well, a shower of course! To wipe off the smell of rotting blood from my body! Squeaky clean and towel fresh I have about a two minute window before the volcano of blood begins to erupt again from my vagina.
What will it be today? A piece of chlorinated toilet paper cardboard with a string that I get to shove up my hole wherein the blood will sit and rot until the next time I can shove another piece of chlorinated cardboard up the same hole? Or, a plastic lined toilet paper diaper attached to my underwear that causes rug burn to my vaginal area when I walk? Well the later requires less coordination, and it is early, so I guess I’ll be sitting in a period diaper today. The best ever.
Of course, I could always just get birth control, and lessen this whole shit. But 1) I can’t afford it 2) I can’t ask my dad to pay for it because, guess what? Just like the men who run my government, my father correlates birth control with sexual promiscuity! Thus, sitting on my rotting blood, undergoing severe cramps that have on more than one occasion caused me to black out, it is! (Not that birth control is such a walk in the park either, our bodies have to learn to deal with the hormones and other chemicals and consequences that birth control entails.)
Then, I get to go to class, where I have to pretend that I am not a leaky faucet of blood and tissue. I get to sit in Calculus, and if heaven forbid, I need an additional pad, I have to be discrete about it, so as not to offend the men’s gentle sensibilities to the fact that I am the one dropping tissues and blood from my body through my vagina.
I once asked a male to take me to the pharmacy so that I could pick up (GASP) pads, or as we like to call it “feminine products” (again, so as not to offend the gentlemen’s overly sensitive natures) and had him equate me talking about my period to him talking about his erections.
ARE
YOU
FUCKING
KIDDING
ME
No.
This is nothing like your fucking erection’s. I don’t derive any enjoyment from this. I can’t mentally control any ounce of this entire process. I can’t masturbate my problem away. My period does not end in orgasm.
It stays. For at least five days in my case. Draining blood out of my body. Causing me severe cramps, making me irritable -not because I’m uncomfortable (which mind you, would be reason enough) - but because my hormones are all over the place, bloating me up to two sizes larger than I normally am, I have to actively fight not to smell like a fish market, and on top of that, you want me to be hush-hush about this? Because it’s icky for you?
And this is not an attack on that one man, this is an attack on ALL MEN who on top of sitting on their throne of gender privilege want me to stay quiet and be content about the fact that five days out of every month I get to undergo this happiest of joys.
And then, these very same men have the audacity to get annoyed because we don’t want to listen to their bullshit complaining about traffic? Or whatever other meaningless story they happen to tell us while our bodies are actively fighting against us? Then we get to be the butt of their tired-ass jokes? Sorry, I am most certainly not sorry.
I repeat NO. I say women come out of the period closet and say, “You know what, this happens to me. Every. Fucking. Month. And it’s terrible. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MORNING.” Because the truth is, if I live in a country where Viagra is covered by medical insurance, but birth control isn’t, I can no longer keep denying that I live in a country that is actively waging a war on women. And if I live in a country that is actively waging war on my sex, the least I am going to do is break patriarchal social propriety to inform anyone and everyone of the shit biological process I was BLESSED enough to be born into.
Hello, my name is Cara, I’m a 21 year old woman, and today I’m on my period. Let me fucking tell you about it.
hello yes this is a good post
Oh top of all that, tampons and pads have sales tax because the government. Does not deem them a necessity for life like food and other products.
Favorite period post ever.
Say it louder I don’t think they heard you in the back
ONE MORE TIME, LADIES AND OTHER PERIOD-HAVERS, LET’S HEAR THAT ONE MORE TIME.
my father told me once to never date anyone who talks smoothly around you from the start because if someone likes you they should be a little nervous and honestly i think that’s some of the best advice anyone has ever given me
i told my dad about this text post and he got so excited he teared up and then he said he felt like he just adopted forty thousand new children to share his wisdom with and he hopes all of you meet kind, sweet people he would be proud of
So my friend works in the sound booth at his church and during the sermon, the preacher started bashing on gay people, so my friend muted him. Literally muted his preachers microphone I
a thing i love about the star trek reboot fandom is how strong the fanon is
the films try to portray jim kirk as a jerk kid who spares no second glance to the women he’s been with but we know he’s in truth a feminist pansexual filled with pain and anger at the world that abandoned him over and over and most of all, a home in the stars where he protects his family at all costs
jim is shown only using gaila but we know their relationship was based on mutual agreements and a comforting friendship between two orphans, both of whom are very much alive
uhura is regarded as a convenient girlfriend but we know she’s a brilliant master of languages with the ambition of a queen who doesn’t settle for less than she deserves and never abandons those in need
It’s gotten to the point in the Marvel/MCU fandom where I don’t even know what is entirely fanon and what has a basis in the movies/comics
has Thor ever eaten a pop tart?? did Steve really have his last rites done twice before he got the serum?? is Coulson really Clint and Natasha’s handler?? Does SHIELD even have a position called “handler”?? Did Bucky and Steve share an apartment before the war?? Did Bucky work “at the docks” while they shared an apartment?? Has Nick Fury ever said “motherfucker”?? did Steve have a job with the WPA?? does Coulson like SuperNanny?? Were ‘Bucky Bears’ ever a thing??
sam overhearing girl scouts selling cookies talking about the avengers. “nah, falcon is the coolest one. he can fly! with wings!” and sam backtracks and buys literally every box of cookies they have
sam shows up at steve’s apartment with boxes and boxes of girl scout cookies “THEY SAID I WAS COOL” and steve is like “so you bought….two hundred boxes of cookies?”
bucky and natasha are on the couch like AW YEAH I HOPE YOU GOT THIN MINTS I FUCKIN LOVE THIN MINTS
On Monday, the media was quick to paint a single picture of Baltimore: a chaos scene of violence and mayhem filled with images of looting, rioting, the burning of a CVS and the torching of a police car. But on the ground, a very different story unfolded — and these remarkable photos and videos are proof.
When I took Chloe in for her physical the doctor had her get down to her underwear and the doctor checked her out and then said “I am just going to take a quick peek in your underwear to make sure everything is okay down there” and Chloe said “momma you said no one can look at my privates unless I tell them its okay and I dont ant her to look at them because I dont know her very well.” I told her that it was her choice to have the doctor look or not but that I was right here and I would be sure the doctor did not do anything that was not okay, but if Chloe did not want her to look she didnt have to let her. She looked at the doctor and said very matter of factly “I dont want you looking in my underwear, there is nothing wrong with my private parts, and I dont know you very well” The doctor looked at Chloe and told her that she had the right to say no and that she wouldn’t force her to let her look. She asked her questions about it, like does it itch, does it hurt when you pee and Chloe answered them and then started getting dressed. The doctor pulled me aside and told me that she was a sexual assualt survivor and that she is so proud of my daughter for telling her no, even though she was a person of authority.
I have always and will always teach my children they control their body, even and especially when it comes to people of authority.
I have been writing about this all week and have gone through extensive background here, but Tony Funchess is literally involved in every major civil rights organization in Portland and is days away from becoming the default president of Portland State University.
This man raped two little black girls and STILL thinks there is nothing wrong with that. There might be a place in the world for ex-convicts to rehabilitate or whatever but DEFINITELY not unrepentant repeat offenders who predate on black girls!
It’s possible his opponent might not be able to serve in office so Tony is likely to win by default so you really need to sign this! Please. As someone doing direct action organizing around this - having this petition have a HUGE set of numbers will really help the efforts of students who aren’t being silent!!
so this is my school? and what? and like i’m in shock? and like i don’t know what to do?
They’re “frankenfood” or “dangerous” or “playing God.”
Legitimate problems with GMOs:
Artificially sterile seeds which force farmers to buy new seeds from with every crop from corporations which have a monopoly on said seeds. Especially harmful for smallholdings farms.
Like pesticides, pest-resistant GMOs become less effective at deterring pests over time due to natural selection.
licensing seeds which are then given away as a trial, then requiring farmers to either purchase the license again or destroy their entire crops. This is what at least one GMO corporation did in the wake of Haiti’s natural disaster.
if you spoil age of ultron for me or put those shitty cam quality spoilery gifs on my dash i will put a curse on your family, your future children, your children’s children, and your children’s children’s children. and your dog.
I WILL CAST DISHONOR UPON YOU, UPON YOUR FAMILY, AND UPON YOUR COW. SPOIL NOTHING.
This whole “trust Tumblr blindly” thing is eventually going to kill someone, as I became pointedly aware of on one occasion I was making fun of how poorly a particular bleach-based drain declogger was working on my sink and got a chorus of really dangerously misinformed people telling me to pour vinegar in after it because all cute little cool kid diy home care blogs they’re following talk about vinegar like it it’s the big secret the cleaning companies don’t want you to know.
And I cringed knowing that someday, some Well Actually expert who read a blog article once is going to give that advice to someone who unfortunately didn’t take high school chemistry and isn’t aware that MIXING VINEGAR AND BLEACH MAKES CHLORINE GAS.
ship’s computer crashes due to virus acquired during a porn download from a lower decks ensign
firmware update was pushed out to the fleet, has vital error in the clock program that causes every computer to repeat 2300. translators have to explain to the enemy why everyone is an hour late to peace talks.
unintelligble message is sent out into the void because someone’s pet cat walked across their keyboard. message is interpreted as a marriage proposal.
universal translators break, everyone is reduced to hand gestures
viewscreen has dead pixels in the upper left corner, drives the captain a bit bonkers
space gps tells us to take a right where we should take a left. plucky recent academy grad on the graveyard shift realizes that this would take us into the sun and makes the course correction. ship’s computer advises her for two hours to make a u-turn when it is safe to do so
