today at the bookstore i asked the lady working if she had any lgbtq books that i could check out and her eyes magnified in what i mistook as horror and i thought i had offended her and then she said “i have a bag of lesbian fiction in the basement i’ve been waiting for someone to finally ask” and she all but burst down the stairs to get them for me
"I have a bag of lesbian fiction in the basement" is my new go-to pickup line
I tell my students, ‘When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.
I’ve already blogged this before but it basically sums up my entire philosophy much better than I ever could so here we are.
can you imagine how fucking relieved the french must have been when we reached the year 2000?
they went from having to say “mille neuf cents quatre-vingt-dix-neuf” to just having to say “deux mille” to say the year
The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.
do action movies know they can have more than one female character
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
You never get to the point where you think “I am the adult”, but you do get to the point where you think “I’ve dealt with this before.” The older you get, the higher and higher the percentage is of things you’ve already been through. Have you ever changed a tire? Had a flat tire? Someday, you might, and the next time it happens, you’ll know what to do, since you’ve already done it.
-My dad. I’m 24, and asked if you ever shake the feeling of not being an adult, and this was his response. Probably the most comforting thing he could have said.
Your dad is damn right.
True story: When I was about 10 years old (1992) my mom took my little sister and I to McDonalds. We both wanted Happy Meals and even though we’re both girls my mom knew I always favored boys toys over the girl ones. So she had asked for a girl toy for my sister and a boy toy for me. When we sat down to eat we noticed that we were given 2 girl toys. Not even saying a single word to my mom I walked back up to the counter with my happy meal in hand and told the lady that I wanted a boy toy. She pointed to the fact that I was a girl. I said yes…I am a girl. But didn’t want the miniature barbie. I wanted the cool looking toy car. Again…she says ‘but you’re a girl’. And I’m here like…I don’t care. I want the boy toy. After that another woman, who I’m assuming was manager, asked what happened. I told her and she easily traded the girl toy for the boy toy. I said ‘thank you very much’ before looking at the other woman with a winning smirk and turning back to go sit my mom and sister.
The guy on the left, since he shows clear disgust with having his picture taken suddenly without permission. The guy on the right has had so little sleep that his grip on reality and emotions has left him
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