I love my social networking echo-chamber. Half of the "real world" tries to feed me bullshit about what I do or don't deserve as a brown, bisexual, poor, biracial , chubby woman, while much of the other half acts like that shit's at least up for debate in order to appear "able to have a rational conversation." You're goddamn right I created a virtual room in which people support me. The evils of the echo-chamber only need to be worried about if you already have fair representation outside of your chamber.
One of the really shitty things about being a minority in the U.S. is that, even though you know it’s wrong to play the Oppression Olympics, you sometimes lose the capacity to want the lack of oppression, and instead look at other oppressed communities and think “I wish we could trade our forms of oppression for a day.”
Most, if not everyone wants and enjoys relationships with others. For many who grew up being abused at the hands of those who were supposed to love them, however, the need for loving attention is both pathologically desperate, and needed for healing. The saddest part of this aftermath is that victims also often gravitate towards the abusers, who are more than happy to take advantage. The fervent need for the time, love, and respect of someone is even harder to attain for those who have been groomed to believe that neglect is normal, abuse is deserved, and basic decency is generous. In those relationships where a decent partner has been found, the formerly abused party is more likely to take the relationship quite seriously - why would their partner treat them with respect and be present unless they deeply loved them? Heartbreak ensues when their partner leaves, and they discover that, even though this person cared for them to some degree, that basic respect was not love, but simply the default behavior of a decent human being. Where it often ends is at the panic and self-loathing which dovetail with abandonment issues that come come crashing back in. We are worth more than this.
"I am not going to go pee. I just peed like five minutes ago, I refuse to let my bladder win." "That's not how it works..." "I. Refuse."
This ant and I are the same level of smooth.
Always unsure. [Via @nathanwpyle]
When they say "make love, not war," but your cock ring is stretchy enough to shoot at your partner like a rubber band.
Monogamy never works out. I have a friend who tried a monogamous relationship, and they broke up.
People love to say variations of “you have to love yourself first in order to be loved,” and lament over how people who’ve killed themselves or tried to kill themselves “have people who love them, even if they didn’t know it.” Fuck you. Figure this shit out. Stop telling people that no one will love them if they don’t love themselves. You’re hurting a lot of people by perpetuating the myth.
There's a dearth of terms for people in serious relationships that happen to be marriageless, so I call my person's parents my "outlaws." Feel free to steal my cheesy humor.