I get you, but I dug it because all too often I am pushed into the street by straight couples where the dude is in the middle of the sidewalk (and thus in the better position to relinquish space) but just barrels on ahead, because moving out of the way by walking behind his female partner is ~ghey~.

Yea, exactly. Anyone should be able to contract their belongings, or ability to make important life decisions in their stead, to whomever they want, regardless of relationship status. The conference of benefits on a spouse or domestic partner, or more accurately that they are delineated by romantic arrangement, is…

It shouldn’t be. It’s not about giving up access — it’s expanding it to everyone.

Indeed! Which is a thing that really sucks. Why does the state have a right to benefit and incentivize particular kinship structures over others? What business is it of theirs?

While this might make for more black and brown children, the odds are against them if they grow up poor, in high crime communities with substandard schools.

Exactly. Marriage has always been a site to consolidate power, streamline wealth transference, and neutralize deviant sexuality. That’s why it was long denied the enslaved (they might marry a freeperson and contract their way out of slavery), resulted in the usurpation of women’s property and rights (coverture), and…

Well you abuse ellipses, so it all works out. :D

Ah, I see. Yea, that would be much more interesting. Have you thought of writing it? You have a strong voice! And a lot of people could pen such an article, but it’s extra cool if someone so familiar with Thicke writes it up.

A veritable goldmine of Robin Thicke cautionary tales awaits you, with the right combo of keywords!

Sic burn, honkhonkhnok.

Yea, it really kicked it up from cringe-worthy to OOF-tastic.

Thank you.

I’m pretty good about pushing guys’ legs shut on public transpo. Usually it’s a long nudge with my bag, causing them to jerk upright and apologize like they ~just~ noticed their legs are taking up a third of my seat. I know it’s bunk, because everyone knows when someone is touching them—but whatever, I get the seat I…

Yea. YEA. It was hella dark. That was a shit week.

And when the sink is too full of dirty dishes to do any washing.

TW.

When I got out of the greys I thought I would watch my mouth too, but honestly it just made me drunk with power.

No one was rude to them. They are not victims.

These aren’t seven-year-olds.