If she were a cis het dude it wouldn’t be a question. We’re so terrified of “giving women a bad name,” since under patriarchy a woman’s fuck up is our collective doom (see “How It Is” at xkcd), that we try to rationalize all the wrong shit we do. Kinda like I’m doing here? It’s ... not good.

I love this moment and I show it to people in bars kind of a lot. Like maybe 30 of those YouTube views are me drunkenly whining about being a drummer who’s ot proficient enough to deal with bad clapping, and then pulling out my phone to show people “how itsh dunnn”.

Oops. Already posted downthread. Sore-y.

See, Harry Connick Jr just wiggles around that shit, changing the time signature for a spell and then moving back into the original to get the audience on the right beat:

I mean of course the woman he impregnated is one he had literal contractual power over. Of course.

Yup. Almost every time now. It boils down to, simply, “never so lonely as when I’m with you” — a super happy fun-time side-effect of realizing I’m being dickzoned (good enough to fuck, not good enough to -ship [friend- or relation-]) yet again. And before that I was in a relationship, but with someone who would never…

The “Die” being in black really adds an extra THUNK to your modified headline.

Came here to say this; glad ~34 people already get it.

Forever love the tut-tutting about post-protest smashy-smashy while in another thread on this very site everyone gets (rightfully) pissed that the dude who threw the first brick in Stonewall was a white cis dude. A riot’s a riot, people. If you can recognize the historical function of one but automatically delegitmize…

As a very young person in the early 90s, one boy visiting my school from another school punched me in the mouth because I beat him at a “boy’s game” (fucking Double Trouble — like, what?) and I was not a boy. I was also a stubborn, feisty kid, and I just covered my bleeding nose and kicked him in the balls. The…

You’re more than welcome to move to whatever country that is.

Next week on BCO: the Yotopia workers’ perspective.

Whatttt? How does one delete someone else’s tweets?

So I hate genre fiction and deadlines and I just started an MFA program in creative writing.

Is your name Sascha.

This is a satire on techie ennui, right?

My dad hasn’t signed a check in over thirty years. Every bill continues to be in his name, though, because Penis/Head of Household.

I did this once. I was a sex worker and I haaaaated it (props to those who don’t) and after trying to make it less shitty by renegotiating my rates with a client, he told me to piss off. I didn’t get paid at all, let alone what I wanted. I couldn’t make the rent due the following day, but had enough for a train ticket…

Ready, aim....

Fucking damn, thank you.