cosmopolitan-fascist:

rosalarian:

chrc:

mimejuice:

cocksucking-accent:

emilianadarling:

Laci Green (at her Tumblr or her Youtube channel) discussing the myth of the hymen. Click here to watch the whole video. (x)

Reblogging the gifset because I know people don’t listen to me or watch videos.

Seems like a fine channel to sub to.

thins I didn’t know but I’m glad I know of now

The internet seems to be the best place for sex ed nowadays.

thank the fuck for this, women’s sexuality is shrouded in so much fucking mystery. 

this is not entirely true as hymens, like vulvas, come in all sorts of varieties, and some of them can indeed have no opening or (a) teeny tiny stubborn opening(s) into the vagina

but i suspect that is pretty rare and so simplifying for a majority is not really an issue, i just like to add information wherever possible

whoooooooooooosh

the more you know

someone needs to give frey a words and numbers lesson apparently

“a small price hike” should mean

10-30%

not

you know

a one hundred percent increase

but what do i know

i like being honest

refragmented:

metz77:

I, uh… I’m not quite sure how the second bit follows from the first. But okay.

It’s just like “don’t judge things because you actually don’t understand anything about the universe and COLORS”

this is the dumbest thing i’ve seen all day, and i was going to go through and bitch about each point specifically, but that’s a waste of my time

i will just say this

if the creator of this image was so fuckin set on making some point about colors or whatever the fuck

maybe they should have saved their image in a format that doesn’t turn all of said colors into a big ol’ pile of shit because of jpeg compression

just sayin

Just won the scratch card jackpot on Aywas NO BIG DEAL

God, but I can’t seem to get a handle on how I’m feeling this week. I don’t know if that’s just because I’m going through the usual emotional wobbliness that results from seeing Cal and saying goodbye, or if that’s just one factor. It struck me earlier that the upcoming weekend is my last one down here before I move, and that’s incredibly weird and—to be honest—kind of distressing.

Don’t get me wrong—I know that moving out is the right choice, I know I will (probably) thrive in the new environment, and I know that after some time I will adjust to it all, but it’s leaving the realm of conjecture and leaving the place of the future and it’s all migrating to “in eleven days, this is happening.” But I’m growing incredibly anxious as I try to find the energy and motivation to pack up my last things. My sister and I have finally come around to mutually acknowledging that we both feel very weird about this whole situation. She told me that when I was gone for a month last July, out in Arkansas, it was no problem—it didn’t bother her at all. But now the prospect of me being gone is really starting to unnerve her.

It unnerves me, too, and it’s not something I expected to have to cope with at all. I’m lucky (for now) in that my job means I can travel back south whenever I desire or whenever I need to, but it’s just… very different.

I’ll get over this eventually but it’s really fucking with me.

Oh, and did I mention I’m starting to freak out about my graduation ceremony, too? Of course I am, because I’ll be wandering around alone for a couple hours and I’ll be terrified that I either look stupid or will SOMEHOW cause something to go wrong. I don’t particularly like ceremonies like this, but the people closest to me wanted me to do it, so—there I’ll be going in a week and change. But I’m scared of it.

I don’t even know what to do with myself. Right now, I’m just feeling aimless and a little hopeless and really lonely. I know that if Cal was down here, it’d be a lot easier to deal with—and I really wish that somehow he’d been able to stay much longer to help me get ready to move, but that wasn’t a possibility.

Feeling so lost. What do I even do?

refragmented:

That’s what it’s for.

ladies & gentlemen of the jury tumblr i wish to present to you the most offensive thing i have seen all day

i demanded an apology for this bold, brazen, unwarranted and unmitigated attack on the nebulous group upon which it was levied and i have yet to receive said apology

SIGNAL BOOST THIS!!11! get the word out start a boycott make tshirts and signs

let weston know we won’t stand for this

obsideon:

I’ve spent a lot of time today messing with helicopter flight school stuff. It just occurred to me how strange it is that I thought it was outrageously priced. ”Le gasp! To become a master, super badass (well as bad ass as you can be in a helicopter) pilot, costs $52,425. That’s madness!!!” And…

Flight school is notoriously expensive all around, anyway. I actually briefly considered getting my private pilot’s license once, until I saw how much it cost.

Can’t say I’ve ever been interested in piloting helicopters, though, for two reasons: one, there’s no way I have enough independent coordination in my limbs to be doing four different things with them. Two, my father used to fly helicopters, and crashed his while trying to practice autorotation, and the injuries he sustained have been with him his whole life. So, no to helicopters, for me

Because I’m obviously too much of a coward to actually say something directly to this ass, let’s anonymize it, post it on Tumblr, and rant about it.

It’s one of those days where this bullshit pops up on my feed and I spend twenty or thirty minutes glowering at my screen and muttering and thinking of exactly what I would say if I could deal with these people properly.

To start, my actual acquaintance’s status message isn’t offensive, not really—it’s fine to not be interested in any sport, men’s or women’s, and expressing that opinion is innocent. Same goes for the first commenter here. But god damn, Doucheface here? Really? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, because this is the same guy who regularly cracks racist jokes about Pres. Obama and refers to the [University of] Florida Gators as “the gaytors” because obviously THAT’S the best way to express your ridiculous fucking sports rivalry.

But it’s this sort of casual hateful speech and all of its implications that I grew up with for thirteen years. That guy? I knew him in kindergarten. I was friends with him for a long time. I know he wasn’t ALWAYS that way, but somewhere along the way this sort of lackadaisical disdain for people who didn’t fit into his cisgendered heterosexual white wealthy Protestant male Republican world became second nature. I tell myself “I should say something,” but then I struggle with the “why” of that. I’d rather focus my efforts on people who might actually change their goddamn minds about the way they feel—and I just don’t see any hope in making myself breathless and red in the face upbraiding this guy who doesn’t give a fuck who he hurts, because anyone outside of that aforementioned worldview is less than him. Is that so wrong? Is it my obligation as an LGBTQ ally (and questioning person) to try to lay siege to this kind of person, even knowing it’s fruitless?

I struggle with that constantly. I struggle with feeling like a bad person because I don’t have the courage to put myself out there and say “hey yo that’s FUCKED UP” in situations where I feel (or know) my protests are going to either fall on deaf ears or push these people deeper into their hate. I feel like I’m a part of the problem, that I’m perpetuating these attitudes. I don’t think that I am—I hope that I’m not—because I try to focus my energy elsewhere, but… it’s always there, that awful feeling, in the back of my mind.

I came out of those 13 years of private Christian schooling confused about how to think and feel—I made my first transgender friend when I was still in middle school, and she was (at the time) fairly attracted to me. I didn’t know what the fuck, because at the time, I didn’t understand that there were non-binary gender identities and expressions. It left me incredibly confused, but she was incredibly patient with me and at least did her best to explain to fourteen-year-old me what was up. It was just a little bit, but it changed me—but only because I wanted to change, because I wanted to know.

I left high school detached from the Christianity of my youth, but still unsure of where I stood. It took a lot of soul-searching to finally come around to being able to say openly “Yes, I’m an agnostic atheist,” and the two primary motivating factors behind that were (1) SCIENCE! and (2) a rejection of the hate that I had grown up in. So when I see shit like that up there—that ridiculous Facebook comment—it reminds me of the horrible “moral” atmosphere that I spent thirteen years of my life immersed in, and it makes me sick to my stomach, and it makes me angry.

Man… fuck. This got way more introspective and self-reflective and heavy than I meant it to be.

I don’t even like basketball.

riskitforabiscuit101:

Eddie Izzard is everything