I have not been posting here because instead I’ve been having panic attacks about privacy and security and how naive I’ve been, triggered in part by people I’ve trusted proving that they weren’t deserving of it. I know I can’t erase what I’ve put on the internet but all of this hasn’t put me in the mood to add to it.
I am planning a special thing that I’ll get around to as soon as I stop feeling lazy.
it’s okay to shave your body hair
to wax your body hair
to grow it out long
to trim it up short
to color your body hair
to whatever your body hair.
body hair is a matter of personal preference! it’s not a matter of “boys do this and girls do this”, and it’s supermega uncool for people to body police those who have a different preference than they do. pffff. fuzzy or hairless, you’re a friggin babe either way. ;D
You know your relationship’s getting comfortable when you stick your butt up because you want to be spanked and your boyfriend asks if you’re going to fart.
Or I suck at being sexy.
I bought my boyfriend a homebrewing kit for Christmas and now he wants to be called Brewmeister in bed.
My mother is convinced I’m pregnant any time I feel sick.
“Mom,” I say. “You know I’m on birth control!”
“Well that’s not always 100%,” she reminds me.
“Mom,” I want to whine. “My boyfriend doesn’t even ejaculate inside me!” But that seems like a highly inappropriate thing to say to one’s mother so I just say, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll pick up a pregnancy test. Jesus Christ.”
(It was negative.)
People are butts about gender sometimes! So here is a comic talking about how it really isn’t a big deal!
When I was with James this week I wrote a little poem about gender
and decided to draw a comic for said poem.
Hope you guys enjoy!
We totally agree. And speaking of, check out GLSEN’s No Name-Calling Week going on now.
15 things I enjoy ordered by the amount I enjoy them.
- Having my hair played with.
- Orgasms from PIV sex.
- Orgasms from masturbating.
- Orgasms from being finger-banged.
- Eating/drinking something really delicious.
- Hearing “I love you” from someone I love.
- Back rubs.
- Being complimented, rewarded, or otherwise appreciated for a job well done, including exhibiting intelligence or wit.
- Getting really emotional from a movie/show/book.
- Long, hot showers.
- Cuddling while I’m not trying to sleep.
- Orgasms from oral sex.
- Being complimented for natural beauty (fashion, hairstyle, & makeup choices are counted as jobs well done).
This is what a thigh gap looks like.
Which is to say, nothing remarkable really.
I know I’m not fat, but my thighs have never been skinny and they certainly don’t match the other pictures with the “thigh gap” tag. They are dimpled and pale (and apparently bruised) and so very, very far from being toned. Meanwhile, women with much slimmer legs, or actual functional don’t-get-sore-from-the-most-basic-of-use legs, don’t have thigh gaps. It’s nothing to strive for; it’s just how some bodies are built.