You got everyone so at youuuuu. Must be a slow righteous indignation day.

And like. How does one rub their ‘gina against another’s ‘gina. Vulvas, sure. Clits, sure. But vaginas. Do they pull their vaginas from their body, like unfurl them like a flag, and then twist them around one another, like a rope? Can you pull out the fallopian tubes to make a braid? Is this a horrifying series of…

Yup.

A woman hosting a poetry slam did that to me once. “I don’t know WHAT she was talking about, but at least has has cool hair.” Joke’s on you, betch — I won the slam!

Someone once said I looked like a naughty schoolgirl and that he would totally fuck me. I did just what you said— “so you like to fuck children? [drags on cigarette]” and his friends laughed while he looked very embarassed.

Conversation at a cafe while I sit at the bar doing homework and drinking wine:

I’m the opposite. If someone gnaws on my collarbone I have an instagasm. #tmi, but also #protip

It’s for sure a nice sentiment, but wasn’t possible. The players had their own buses for the parade, with the front of each designated for one player and the back for another. It let the crowd adore them (mostly) individually. That def seems preferable to cramming them on one bus to be lost among the masses for a…

I got to be within a couple hundred feet of her today!!!!!

But but when it was confirmed everyone was in bed did you respond “without me? (;” ???

I always found Modern Girl a total snoozefest that stopped The Woods dead in its tracks until I saw it live and realized how compact and powerful it is.

“INDESTRUCTIBLE” by Christy C Road drove me to the DIY scene, then anarcha-feminism and street-stomping actvism and civil disobedience.

I think the women took the brunt of his “taking over” rage. He cut off the next generation of Black children at the source. His actions are the white supremacist state’s welfare queen narrative brought to its terrifying, “logical” conclusion.

Yea, that was random as hell. At first I hoped you two were friends engaging in some deep love-snark, but I guess not.

lol nah. I’m well within my rights to meet someone in public to ensure they’re not fucking psycho or dog ugly irl. He’s not a victim, he’s not my ~dream boyfriend~, he’s a little bitch who clearly couldn’t handle someone being as dtf as he claims to want.

I did that once (the bluff-calling): a guy who was actually pretty hot — like punk rock sleazey hot, which is my weakness — messaged me about wanting to bone. I said sure, and let’s get a drink, and here’s the time and place.... and he deleted his profile.

This is WRT to the monosyllabic messages received on internet dating sites...

This. THIS. Did we learn nothing from Dawn and Shirley in Mad Men? EVERY SINGLE TIME they came up in a Jez article, someone in the comments got them exactly reversed. THEY EVEN TACKLED THIS ON THE SHOW. Sorry about excessive allcaps, but fuuuuck.