What’s my age again? / Blink-182
HAPPY 23RD ME AAAYE. - U but 15
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ImM GOING THROUGH MY ARXCHIVE AND I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IM GONNA CRY
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ImM GOING THROUGH MY ARXCHIVE AND I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IM GONNA CRY
(Source: thighbone)
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ImM GOING THROUGH MY ARXCHIVE AND I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IM GONNA CRY
(Source: thighbone)
i am a woman. i am a lesbian. i have a penis. i am dysphoric about my penis. even if i wasnt, i would be allowed to enjoy having sex with it! and my lesbian sexual partners would be allowed to enjoy it too.
being a lesbian is about loving women–even if those womens bodies have penises, or flat chests, or deep voices, or adams apples, or facial hair.
claiming that being a lesbian is about hating penises, or liking vaginas, or breasts, or anything other than loving women regardless of what their bodies are like, is disrespectful not just to trans lesbians everywhere, but to all lesbians whose bodies dont fit what society tells us women have to be, regardless of whats in their pants.
women are more than their vaginas. women are more than their bodies. women are a wonderful and diverse group of people with bodies that are as diverse as any other group. you cant ignore that, no matter what shitty ideas about womens bodies you subscribe to.
due to personal reasons i have decided to stop making sense to anyone. i will not be accepting constructive criticism nor will i be taking any questions at this or any other time
this really isn’t a criticism in that i don’t….particularly expect gentiles to understand my relationship to the Holocaust, but the idea that i would be excited or comforted to see myself in a Holocaust victim is so incredibly alien to me
i remember the unit in school where we read Anne Frank’s Diary and Elie Wiesel and some other Holocaust lit and i remember being distressed and agitated and, therefore, due to my personality, passively recalcitrant about all of it – i didn’t want to keep reading about genocide against Jewish people
i do not feel pleasure in sharing space with a young woman who died in a concentration camp for being Jewish. i don’t have words for how viscerally i react to this, but thinking about it makes me feel like i’m choking
which i guess is an angle on my discomfort with all this
because LGBT gentiles have generally reacted to the idea of Anne Frank being bisexual with excitement about being Represented, and have then accused me of trying to take Representation from Young LGBTs Who Just Want To Think Of Anne Frank As Someone Like Them
and i, in fact, have spent my entire life with the knowledge that Holocaust victims are Someone Like Me and have consistently reacted to that experience with distress
i can’t stop thinking about how eager non-Romani gentiles are to picture themselves as Holocaust victims when i feel like i’ve been running away from exactly that since i was a child