Oh my god, my cousins have a mix of Cuban-Irish names and it is the most hysterical thing and I cannot wait to meet the babies.
A restaurant in Knoxville, Tennessee refused to serve state Sen. Stacey Campfield (R), the man who sponsored the state’s “don’t say gay” bill, compared homosexuality to bestiality, and most recently told Michelangelo Signorile that it’s virtually impossible to spread HIV/AIDS through heterosexual sex. “I hope that Stacy Campfield now knows what if feels like to be unfairly discriminated against,” the Bistro at the Bijou wrote on its Facebook wall on Sunday. The restaurant has received an overwhelmingly positive response.
oh my god my feet are bleeding.
From my sensible fuzzy snow boots. Not my stilettos. Not my heeled combat boots. My flat-fucking-fuzzy snow boots.
POWER THROUGH ILLNESS
So normally I get either a triple shot soy chai latte or a quad soy latte. I am sipping a white mocha with two shots and holy fuck it’s disgusting . Ewww too sweet.
Martin Freeman (via platonicteamugs)
Yes, fuck their careers and the fact that to be queer in Hollwood (and America) is to be a second class citizen not to mention any familial/background pressure, the gay movement needs celebrities to come out to give them validity and be little heroes for all the baby queers. Martin Freeman won’t care! Doesn’t that make all the other shit you’d have to go through worth it! Thank god a straight man has told all queer people how they should feel and what they should do when it comes to this deeply personal, life altering situation!
Martin Freeman, stop being an idiot please.
BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE SOBER
As a sex- and body-positive person, I know that there is nothing wrong with having consensual sex with whoever you want, and that human bodies are beautiful.
As a survivor of rape, anything even vaguely connected to sex causes guilt and fear, and that my body is a source of weakness and shame.
Sometimes it can be difficult to reconcile these two very different notions, in both my personal life and my belief system. A dichotomy has emerged within me between the sex positivity of which I am a vocal proponent of, and the personal negativity I hold about the entire subject of sex and my body.
In one breath I can shout from the rooftops about how there’s nothing wrong with sexual pleasure, and in the next I can be shaking and triggered because I thought about myself doing the exact same thing.
I can go on about the importance of asking first, and then hypocritically not ask my partner to use the method for me because the word “no” has lost meaning in my own vocabulary.
I know that nudity is natural, but I have the constant connotation of pain and humiliation when I think of genitalia, and of vulnerability when I think of being undressed - let alone actually being undressed.
A lot of people I associate with are very open about their sex lives, and that’s great. The more people talking about it, the less of a stigma there will be, right? But are you starting to see my problem now?
How easy would it have been to stick with a mainstream friend group, looking down on sexual people, never having to discuss sex or look at thousands of re-blogged images of nudity, you might ask? If thoughts of myself having sex can bring on anxiety attacks, wouldn’t it just have been easier to figuratively buy a promise ring and move on with my life?
Short answer: no. The whole idea behind sex positivity is that its only okay if there is consent involved, and that everyone’s sex practices (or lack thereof) are totally okay… or at least, that’s how it’s supposed to be.
But sometimes, I just can’t take how fucking healthy everyone else’s sex drives/lives seem to be.
And as far as sex actually being positive - well, sometimes, I’m just taking your word for it.
okT IF YOUR vagina had a song what would it be because at this point it’s dull life by the yeah yeah yeahs
ahahaha. i have not gotten laid in forever.