I have two cats. Ginger is typical cat. She only loves on me when she thinks I'm sleeping, and if I move she runs away. Fred, on the other hand, was discovered in the garbage can outside my law school at 3 AM. I was leaving the library and he popped out, meowed at me, and then followed me to my car and jumped in.
"Hey, I really need you to get up and feed me. So I'm going to impede your ability to move and scream bloody murder while I do it. Oh, and when you do get up, I'm going to curl up on your pillow to prevent you from going back to sleep. Because I love you."
Not mine. I have two Siamese rescues and they follow me everywhere. They will jump in the shower with me if I don't close the door.
Been there, done that.
I sometimes feel shitty about my body for being *unable* to give birth.
Donald Trump is just upset that when he tried sexting, all that resulted was pained screaming and eye gouging.
Yeah, these people don't get that it's about *consent*.
A related slippery-slope argument that's awkward for me to read is the polygamy one, since I do think poly-amorous marriages should be legal (though it would require much more elaboration in the law to deal with the peculiarities and potential abuses).
Holy shit. That's insane.
Just posted this to Groupthing, basically—NO PITY PARTIES, GUYS! We need to keep the fight strong! Stay positive, stay focused!