That Confused Freak

A dear old friend just asked me to explain straight, monogamous men to her. Of all the things to ask me for advice on…

rockluke:

stilesinatrenchcoat:

phoenixx23:

spookyflys:


thanl:


psyducked:


romancingthelookyloos:


romancingthelookyloos:


I think we should talk about puberty…





yo imma let you finish but


I had one of the best puberty transformations of all time



yes okay but

girls can do it too


Step back, peeps, and fasten your seat-belts.  Time to bring in a puberty professional.
BEFORE PUBERTY:
After puberty:

…. wait.  That’s not right.  Hold on.
Let’s fast-forward about five more years.

Ah, yes, there we go.  Right after I sold my soul to Satan. 


fuckin

PLOT
TWIST


Naw son you can’t be hot in two genders you fucking cheated

this is my favorite post because its just people bragging about how hot they are

rockluke:

stilesinatrenchcoat:

phoenixx23:

spookyflys:

thanl:

psyducked:

romancingthelookyloos:

romancingthelookyloos:

I think we should talk about puberty…

image

yo imma let you finish but

I had one of the best puberty transformations of all time

yes okay but

girls can do it too

Step back, peeps, and fasten your seat-belts.  Time to bring in a puberty professional.

BEFORE PUBERTY:

image

After puberty:

image

…. wait.  That’s not right.  Hold on.

Let’s fast-forward about five more years.

image

Ah, yes, there we go.  Right after I sold my soul to Satan. 

fuckin

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PLOT

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Naw son you can’t be hot in two genders you fucking cheated

this is my favorite post because its just people bragging about how hot they are

asmilinggoddess:

this is probably my favorite joke from futurama tbh

peopledontalwayssuck:

role model

This has been an extremely pleasant weekend.

“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is a privilege, a sign of socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and co-sign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can bestow DWYL as career advice upon those covetous of her success.

If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves, what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing.

Do what you love, love what you do: An omnipresent mantra that’s bad for work and workers. (via bakcwadrs)

a couple of other quotes from the article i really like:

According to this way of thinking, labor is not something one does for compensation but is an act of love. If profit doesn’t happen to follow, presumably it is because the worker’s passion and determination were insufficient. Its real achievement is making workers believe their labor serves the self and not the marketplace

and

Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life! Before succumbing to the intoxicating warmth of that promise, it’s critical to ask, “Who, exactly, benefits from making work feel like nonwork?” “Why should workers feel as if they aren’t working when they are?” In masking the very exploitative mechanisms of labor that it fuels, DWYL is, in fact, the most perfect ideological tool of capitalism. If we acknowledged all of our work as work, we could set appropriate limits for it, demanding fair compensation and humane schedules that allow for family and leisure time.

(via mercy-misrule)

I’ve reblogged this before but it will never stop speaking to my soul.

(via whineandbeer)

Fooling exploited people into thinking everything is just the way it should be is one of the most disturbing things about capitalism.

(via latinagabi)

Reblogging this so hard rn.

(via useyourwordsasher)

the-hairy-heterophobe:

ablogforemily:

shamelesslyunladylike:

the-hairy-heterophobe:

if anybody asks me why i hate men, i’m just gonna redirect them to this post.

it’s pretty fucking obvious that men only want to invest in breast cancer research to further degrade, objectify, and jerk off to body parts they already feel 100% entitled to. that’s what is at stake for them. 

what about the women whose “tatas” weren’t saved? how must they feel being surrounded by awareness ads that focus more on keeping women’s sexy-sexy-titties-to-continue-titillating-the-males than saving real life human beings and helping survivors? 

If anyone’s wondering, those posts came from here. It’s a forum for breast cancer support. Give it a read, and you’ll see how many women are outright abandoned by their husbands, sometimes after being married for decades, because their “tatas” couldn’t be saved.

This culture of “save the tatas” even goes as far as the doctor’s offices themselves. Most doctors request that the husband be present during surgical consultations, as though he has an equal say in the patient-professional discussion.

If the woman is single, as was my case, doctors have actually recommended postponing surgery until she finds a relationship, because “it could be nearly impossible to find someone who accepts it [your unnatural tatas] in years to come”. 

I’m 15 months post-mastectomy, and the date I had this past week was the first time since then that a guy hadn’t reacted negatively to my scars. The relief was so overwhelming that I was fighting back tears. When I told him —essentially warning him that my body wasn’t what he must be expecting — I felt so guilty; it seemed to have the same weight and shame as telling someone I had some sort of an incurable STI or a felony record.

I shouldn’t have felt that way. I should not be ashamed of choosing to live. 

Thank you for your important commentary! I hope you find someone who can love you for who you are and admire your strength as a survivor.

I hate people.

I kind of need it to be eight weeks from now already.