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Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go.
Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself."
and people with uteri would have fewer partners because once pregnancy happens, you can’t really get more pregnant.
But doesn’t it seem equally reasonable that, if looking to get pregnant, one would have sex with as many partners as possible in order to ensure impregnation by the strongest sperm?
Ignoring the fact that humans have sex for pleasure as well as procreation (which means number of partners is not actually limited or strictly affected by reproductivity) it makes more sense to me that instead of choosing a single mate, while those with penises run around pumping dick juice into every available orifice, everyone just sorta fucks who they want and- for lack of a better term- may the best man win.
go look up the lynching of 18 year old Kody Ingham, found hanging from a tree in front of his white girlfriends house on July 15, 2013 (the same night as the Zimmerman verdict) in Athens, Texas. it was chalked up as a suicide and no investigation ensued, even though two hours prior he called his mother to pick him up from the site he died at. no newspaper article, just a four sentence obituary in the local papers and his family has been trying hard to make any mainstream news channel blow up the story to find the killers.
look up Frederick Jermaine Carter, 26 year old found hanging from a tree in Greenwood, Mississippi on December 3, 2011. ruled a suicide, saying while he was helping his stepfather paint a home, he wandered off, found a tree and proceeded to hang himself. the site of the lynching is ten minutes away from where Emmit Till was killed in 1955. no media coverage, family is trying desperately to get the medias’ attention through YouTube videos.
look up Roy Veal, 55 year old found hanging in Woodville, Mississippi in 2004. he originally lived in Seattle and went to his mother’s home in Woodville to help her fight for the rights to their family land against a white man, oil was found to be underneath the land. his head was covered with a pillow case and burned papers of the documented proof he had to prove his mothers’ ownership were found burned at his feet. ruled a suicide, family trying to get attention through YouTube.
look up Reynard Johnson, 17 year old found hanging from a tree on his front lawn on June 16, 2000 in Kokomo, Mississippi. ruled a suicide even though the belt around his neck was not his. authorities said since no hate group left a message by the body, there was nothing to investigate. his family members said the motive was his relationship with a white girl, he was constantly being harassed because of this. the family managed to get Jesse Jackson to talk on their behalf, but Jesse (just like Sharpton) only have imaginary powers, they are puppets of white supremacy who are only seen nationally when called upon by the white establishment, he wasn’t even able to get the murder national attention.
now this Kendrick Johnson incident in Valdosta, Georgia. look up how there are four surveillance cameras that can show him in the gym but all footage is being withheld by authorities. also there was blood found splattered on the wall of the gym that did not belong to Johnson, showing me he was able to wound one of the perpetrators.
Black people have fallen asleep in this politically correct post-Civil Rights society. Nothing has changed for you negroes, the only thing that is outlawed now is overt expressions of racism and hatred, that’s it. whereas 40 years ago, these white criminals would have come out and admitted they killed him and probably would have posed for a picture too alongside the dead body, now they have to be diplomatic about not hurting feelings. So for example when Bill O’ Reilly refers to young black men in the inner city who he really wants to call Niggers, he says instead “these kids”. don’t let the way words are put together fool you dumb mothafuckers, the hate is still burning.
In 1865, just after Emancipation, African Americans owned 0.5 percent of the total wealth of the United States. But today, a full 148 years after the abolition of slavery, Black Americans still possess only a meager 1 percent of national wealth. so why yall mod’fuckas sleeping and thinking it’s over, the only ”progress” made by blacks is the right to play sports alongside whites, eat next to them, and be their neighbor. there is not ONE black empire in this country that can transfer wealth, black businesses are branches of larger white corporations. don’t let that ”we got a black president” shit fool you"
Except I’m a lady.
In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which means that quite often if you flirt with us we will completely fail to notice, leaving everybody involved slightly uncomfortable and more than slightly unlaid.
So I would suggest that any attempted seduction of a writer would probably go a great deal easier for all parties if you sent them a cheerful note saying “YOU ARE INVITED TO A SEDUCTION: Please come to dinner on Friday Night. Wear the kind of clothes you would like to be seduced in.”
And alcohol may help, too. Or kissing. Many writers figure out that they’re being seduced or flirted with if someone is actually kissing them."
stuff like this is what made it so hard for me to admit to myself that my mom was abusive, and what makes it so hard to admit to others even now. it’s so hard with in-person friends because i do love my parents, and i talk about calling my mom and i talk about sending presents to my mom and my parents often send presents to me. and it makes me feel like people wouldn’t believe me, or they’d just see a massive disconnect. which i mean, there’s a massive disconnect in my mind because i love my mom and i talk to her more than i talk to anyone else in my family, but i also really am angry at her and i put up with so much shit from her and i remember the shitty ways she treated me and still treats me.
like these people don’t understand how abuse works, i think. my mom hit a few times and often would do things like pull my hair or stand over at me yelling while i was cowering having a meltdown, and i always always felt like my parents treated my brother better than me, my mom misgenders me a lot and sometimes uses my birth name as punishment. etc.
but my parents also took me on trips, my mom went to almost every cross country race i ran in, we all exchanged christmas presents, we had easter egg hunts, we had nice moments where they were genuinely nice to me.
abuse isn’t always cut and dry. i mean it’s cut and dry in that it’s horrible and wrong. but it wasn’t always the abuser being horrible every moment of every day. sometimes the abuser does nice things and sometimes those nice things aren’t just out of a desire to manipulate. this doesn’t make it’s okay but it’s important to realize. because this makes it so complicated and difficult to work through abuse because it’s easy to remember those good moments and how they were genuine nice moments and to get caught up in that and even to feel guilty for thinking of your abuser as an abuser. and makes it really difficult to feel like anyone will believe you. so please don’t perpetuate that shit by acting like abuse always fits this narrative of constant mistreatment.
but since I found out the new Thor movie comes out on my birthday, I’ve intended to go see it that night. My mom just informed me that she has a birthday surprise planned for that night and I will either have to go see a midnight showing or see it the following day. Except the latest showing I can find is 11:30, and I really don’t want to go see it the next day because I’ve been fucking planning this for a while. It sounds so stupid and spoiled, but taking up my time without my permission is not a good birthday present for me. I hate surprises, and I hate not having a say in what happens in my life.
This probably won’t get far but I want to try to see how many queer people there are versus straight people on tumblr
please reblog this post (refrain from liking if you reblog because that will mess up the amount of notes) if you are:
Trans* (umbrella too!)
please reblog (refrain from both liking and reblogging) this post if you are straight: ally, don’t care, don’t support
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