i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are completely useless. you, too, can open a jar. time to get a divorce
'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'
'The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.
You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.
The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.
You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’
John Barrowman:I was being interviewed and I mentioned Scott. The interviewer said, “You do realize you just came out.” I said: “Pur-lease. I’m in my late twenties. I’ve got three dogs that are better groomed than humans, I live with a man, I wear nice clothes and I’m in musical theatre. Did you really think I was trying to live a lie?”
Could be the second time now that the guy I’m seeing moves to a border town and leaves me behind. We’ll see. This time I was invited, but this time I’m not willing to go somewhere I don’t want to be for a boy.
When I left for the ocean, I didn’t have an agenda except to leave. To refocus and be by myself and write. That was all. I drove and drove and arrived at that great shore ready to let the ocean engulf me, and headfirst I fell into the waves. They rushed over my head and around my body and I…
I don’t think my mom is aware of the fact that she’s not nice to me anymore and insults me whenever she can. I felt fine about myself and then she said I’ve gotten fat and now I don’t feel very good about myself. And I’m nit picking every inch of myself and feel terrible.
I fixed my eating disorder, quit hurting myself, quit abusing drugs, stabilized my bipolar without big pharma, put myself through school, change my entire outlook on myself, and yet my mom calling me fat destroys more progress than it should.
Rock climbing tomorrow :)
And my friend is gonna download her Brazilian butt lift videos onto my computer. Then if my other friend’s friend opens a dance studio then I’m taking beginner lessons for dance.
And I’m gonna try and get myself back into yoga.
Gotta stay physical in this party free lifestyle I’ve fallen into.p