you are in college you are female you have a pretty good idea of what you want to do with your life you are short (under 5’4) you text a lot you are single you like a lot of different kinds of music you are close with your mom you don’t have a job you have a horrible fear of bees you have quite a few guilty pleasures you don’t have many scars you stay up late you dye your hair you enjoy iced coffee you drink occasionally you like to shop your grades are fairly good you are lazy you prefer facebook to myspace you are paranoid you have a dog you would consider going to law school you would consider plastic surgery of some kind you are somewhat superstitious your first name is short (4 letters or less) you have/had a piercing other than ears you are not very athletic you watch a lot of television you read a lot you get nervous easily you have blue eyes you are disorganized you feel that you are friendly you donate time or money to charitable organizations you don’t hear very well you are pale you have a tumblr people ask for your advice & you also ask for advice a lot you like sushi you’ve been out of the country you have a food allergy you sleep with a stuffed animal summer is your favorite season your birthday is in the spring your parents are divorced you have moved multiple times people think you are funny but you have a weird sense of humor you carry a purse you think a lot (too much) you meditate you seem shy, but only when you first meet someone you like parties something on your body hurts right now you have a sensitive nose you often have strange dreams you are a bit on the hyper side (atm)
I lost my virginity while Enigma was on. It was the 90’s and that shit was everywhere. I highly dislike that kind of music and it being associated with the awkwardness and emotional shitstorm that was my first time means I absolutely can’t stand listening to it now.
I couldn’t remember the group’s name, but I now know that if you google “that weird chanty music from the 90’s” the first result is a yahoo ask where someone is looking for it and is correctly told it is Enigma.
Similar. Almost my first time with a guy, he had me put on the DVD of The Sound of Music. We were interrupted just as the clothes started coming off, which I was kinda thankful for as I wasn’t really sure I wanted it. He kept trying to pressure me in the days following but I didn’t let him put his hands on me again. When he started implying that I owed him sex because I was ‘his’ I dumped him.
I never liked the movie anyway, but I avoid seeing it now. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable.
So you need a Google+ account in order to comment on youtube videos now. Fucking hell, if I had wanted Google+ I wouldn’t have deleted my account. It’s bad enough they constantly bug me and ask me to use my real name, now this.
Anyone else notice the Glen Campbell song they used in the announcement video ends with ‘I won’t let you leave’?
“What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them?”—
why is it a joke that people can’t find the clitoris i mean it’s right fucking there it’s not like you have to go on a majestic quest and gather all the bones of the demon prince clitoris and revive him it’s literally right there
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Not only did I not get the sex talk from my parents but I went to a christian school with abstinence-only sex ed. They heavily implied that your husband (we were separated by gender) was the one to ask about sex and he would make all the decisions.
I spent most of that time staring at the nurse’s bountiful breasts. Probably a good thing as most of the girls in that class ended up pregnant before they turned 21.
“Both heterosexuals and homosexuals view bisexuality with misunderstanding, mistrust, hostility, and alienation. These scenarios do not leave bisexuals in the situation often referred to as ‘‘having the best of both worlds,’’ because ‘both worlds are closets’.”—
from Attitudes and Self-Images of Male and Female Bisexuals by Carol D. Bronn
Dear awful people, gather ‘round, because Mama’s got something important to say.
Knock it the hell off. Stop making queer people in hetero relationships feel uncomfortable in queer spaces. Stop contributing to bi invisibility by insisting that queer girls who date boys are “straight now.” Stop acting like the person someone dates today negates the entire rest of their sexual and romantic history. Stop pressuring bisexual people back into the closet by ignoring the reality of their identities. Stop treating sexual orientation as an either/or. Stop policing other people’s sexuality. Stop being just as bad as the conservatives who ostracize people for being gay. We’re supposed to be the good guys, remember?
Seriously. The amount of hostility in my local queer/gay community for bisexual folks is astounding. Because I’ve been involved with men and women doesn’t mean I’m a slut, or a frivolous person, or that I’m any less than anyone else in the bar.