Riiiiiight

We can play. I still have a bitchin' Slammer somewhere.

You know, I'm just tired of this. I'm tired of being told I can't protect myself from an unwanted pregnancy. I'm tired of being told I can't have sex that doesn't result in a baby. I'm tired of being told that when I'm pregnant I'm a liability. I'm tired of being told that when I'm having a baby, I won't necessarily…

It's enough to make you wish you were a cuttlefish. Females actually get to discard any unwanted sperm-packets they got from forced copulations— or from substandard males they mated with voluntarily, but whose offspring they just don't want. Fucking cuttlefish, man, they're light-years ahead of us.

HE SELLS MONOGRAMMED COFFEE THERMOSES (PROBABLY).

From Ruth Bader Ginsburg's dissent:

Right. Heterosexual, cisgendered, happily married man in his 30's who definitely felt the, "Every girl's friend, no girl's boyfriend," shit in high school/college.

I am really sick of seeing sex framed as an object that one can give or receive rather than an experience. It's one of the fundamentally erroneous assumptions in so much discourse on this issue.

I have a prescription for sex toys: I have what's known as Congenital Genital Syndrome (CGS). Instead of being born like a barbie doll and engaging in normal stork-based reproduction, I was born with genitals and have to reproduce in a way that makes Jesus have a sadfase =(

I eat at McDonalds maybe once or twice a year, I never have "side effects." From what, a hamburger? An egg on an English muffin? I find that puzzling, but perhaps I've just got a stronger tummy.