Apparently it’s not socially acceptable for a man to invite another man out just for coffee or to go out for a meal, in case it’s perceived as a date. Like it’s fine if you wanna go to the pub and drink beer and have a chat but make it non-alcoholic and suddenly you’re not straight anymore? You can go to the cinema together but ONLY if it’s an action movie. You guys can’t even just go shopping with each other. Oh masculinity, so fragile, so strange.
Hating an innocent person solely because of their race, sexuality, or gender makes you a fucking asshole
Just some actual daily reminders:
All white people do racist things without being aware they are
All straight people do homophobic things without being aware that they are.
All Cis people do transphobic things without being aware that they are.
All men do sexist things without being aware that they are.
Saying things like ‘some men’, ‘some cis people’ absolves the blame of individuals and only seeks to comfort those with privilege and power.
When a post says ‘some X’, the X will always assume that they are not because THEY ARE NOT AWARE.
And most importantly,
It’s calledmetonymy,when anyone who is oppressed makes an exasperated statement like ‘i hate straight people’, they are substituting straight people for the concept of a system and a culture that teaches, incentives, and legitimizes homophobic acts and normalizes homophobic acts so that straight people constantly do honophobic things without realizing it and that’s really fucking annoying.
And just as important,
The concept of sjws dehumanizes marginalized people and categorizes them as an ‘angry and emotional’ stereotype and only adds to the oppression of marginalized people under the guise of being ‘fair’, while the only thing you are doing is cushioning privileged people from their own ignorance and privilege.
going to visit the apple of my eye today ((fav) grandma, for anyone not remembering, lol)!! i’m hit by that ‘i can’t be assed, but i really want to’. i’ll be fine once i’m there though, i hope. 2 hour drive. just me and dad (afaik). ah, yes…
good god, i got an appointment for my ankle at 8 am at the phys tomorrow. that means getting up an hour earlier than what i’ve JUST kinda got used to. i’m truly not a morning person, so let’s see how well an alarm at 6:30 am fares… ugh, i haven’t had to get up this early for yearssss.
i honestly feel like affirming your heterosexuality in a queer space is an act of aggression, if you have to maintain that youre straight at a gay event in order to feel alright with yourself then you should probably just not be there
joels-beard said: I’ve been jamming out to fob so hard lately man and wow dick pic memories!
YES YESSS YESSSSSSS yes this is GOOD, so have i!!! i feel like i’m 16 again, even with their new songs. also trying to figure out this whole stump-is-hot-now-or-well-everyone-is which is terrible because apparently i’m just doomed to see unobtainable sexy everywhere. (IT’S NOT FAIR. IT’S NOT FAIRRRR.) but yes. jamming out HARD and surprised by the release of ‘centuries’ since it feels like they JUST released their (comeback) album??? BUT NO COMPLAININ HERE I LOVE IT
also yes dick pic memories!!!!!
i still get feefees whenever i watch ‘this ain’t a scene it’s an arm race’ and it gets to around 1:30 because ‘hehe dick pic ref!!!!’ nd you know it
watching videos listening to music on youtube, especially fall out boy’s, is all fun and happy times until you look at the comments and you’ll have to stick a fist in your mouth to stop laughing. all this ‘i’m a true fan and everyone around me sux because they only know TWO SONGS’
bruh sit down i had to google wentz’s dick on what must’ve been dial-up
not that that even matters cos who really gives a shit whether you know two songs or all discography
Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.
i need ferguson to go down in history books. i need school children in the year 2074 to learn about michael brown being shot on august 9th, 2014 by officer darren wilson. i need this to spark a movement. this can not lose the focus of society a mere month after it happened.