a thin girl sings a song about how sexy she is, about how men always want her, about how men find her body sexy, and y’all are like “YAAAS!! QUEEN!! SLAY!!!! THIS SONG MAKES ME FEEL SO GOOD!!!”
but a fat girl sings “boys think fat bodies are sexy” and y’all are all like “Whoa. whoa. This is really heteronormative and is all about male gaze! Why can’t you be confident without relying on men? This is the opposite of body-positive! I dont like this at all!”
yall mocking amanda bynes for her public struggle with mental illnesses while being all tagging trigger warning n shit becuase you “care about other peoples illnesses and safety” i see you and i can smell your fake ass miles away and i dont appreciate this stinky concept
“Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them… awakening feelings that gather into great armies.”
So, story time: I am a transman. I got set up on a blind date with a lady. Nervous at first, but we really hit it off. She is gorgeous and sweet and we're both having the time of our lives, and long story short, we end up back at my place. Around the time things get going, I realize she doesn't know: virtually no one does (the friend who set me up on the date sure didn't). So I start to panic a little, because while I am totally into this girl, I've been turned down before when people (c)
get past the pants. So I’m suddenly freaking out, and as much as I love that this is happening, I’m trying to defuse the moment a little. I REALLY like this girl, I really don’t want to blow this. So she seems concerned, and asks what’s wrong, and she looks really freaked out that she’s hurt me or something (or so i assumed). At this point, we’re both nearing panic attack territory, and attempt to stop. While we’re trying to detangle from each other, I realize why she’s freaking out:
she’s gotten hard. Turns out, she’s trans as well, and was scared my panic was because I had realized, and was trying to bail on her for it. I explain, and she cracks the fuck up, and so do I, and long story short: we’ve been married for three years now. I figured you might enjoy, as you’re one of my favorite blogs for relationship/sexuality things, and I thought I should share. :D
Awww. <3 Thank you so much for sharing, and congrats to you and your wife!