the thing is though i dont think i’ve ever met a single dude who genuinely made an effort not to be misogynistic but still actually takes offense when a woman says “urg, men”
and pretty much every white person who is able to recognise and unpack their privilege gets what i mean when i say “urg, white people”
and straight people who are legit supporters do not get huffy when i say “urg, straight people”
and like im cis, but when trans people say “urg, cis people” im not horribly wounded
because when you’re aware of the system you also understand that it’s not about you
and i understand that nobody hates me for being cis, they hate the power that i have over them because im cis (or light-skinned, or able-bodied, etc)
like remember that quote that was like “no, i didn’t say all white people, but since that’s what you took away from it, yes, all white people”? pretty much, the more angry and confrontational you are about blanket comments, the more those comments are directed at you
which makes them a really convenient and effective thing
I just thought about Dael and how cute and sweet and smart and talented and caring and gorgeous and just an all around perfect human being he is and I got really frickin’ flustered and happy and now I’m squeeing under my covers because after all this time he’s still absolutely every single thing that I want in a partner and a billion times more. I’m so heck diddly lucky that he’s choosing to spend his life with me when he could have anyone he wants but somehow wants me and I appreciate every single particle of his existence. all I want in life is to make him smile and giggle and be weird with him and carry him to the restroom when he’s too lazy to get up and tell him he’s a nerd when he farts on me and lick his face so much it feels like he just had a shower because i love the way he says ew and wipes it off and listen to him sing random songs he gets stuck in his head for a month straight (currently its coca cola by pity sex but before it was the beach boys) and swoon when he complains about how shitty everything and everyone is but me and hold him in my arms and wrap my legs around him twice and take him places even though I want to be lazy with him in bed at day and eat his vegan Mac and Cheese even if he accidentally messes it up because he’s nervous or lazy and make him flower crowns and pick him flowers on the way home from work to put in his soft hair and get like 3 adorable cats with him and hug his bunny and feel proud of him when he rants about how shitty elitist, racist and sexism scum assholes are and smile awkwardly when he hangs out with his friends because I’m horrible in social situations and tell him he’s a prince even though he already knows it and tell him he’s the cutest human in the universe even though he knows it and ask him if he wore his ring every day because it makes me cry when he says “yes you dummy I wear it every day” and kiss his tears away when he’s sad and shake my butt at him when he’s angry and sometimes leave him alone when I’m being too annoying and clingy which is most of the time but he loves me enough to somehow not get annoyed by me and I want to buy him a Taco Bell like literally the entire restaurant and somehow get David Bowie to play at our wedding dressed as a Z-fighter and ugh so much other stuff but I’m getting too flustered and starting to cry just thinking about how happy he makes me. I really really really ridiculously love my boy (obviously as you’ve noticed from 90% of my posts being about him). he’s my fucking life and I’m so insanely proud of him for everything he does every single day and I will always be here to support him no matter fucking what and give a big fucking middle finger to anyone who has one ounce of bad shit to say about him.
I love you SO darn dang fucking much Dael.
yooooo check this cutie out frick dude what a sweetie pie i’m bad at writing long lovey posts esp when i’ve just woken up but like druu boo is the best and i dig that he lets me call him that even tho he hates nicknames and yeah A+ boyfriend yepyep what a champ ily dude
my two dads are adorable??? I am in awe of this cuteness dear jesus lollipopin’ christ
ok shout out #2 to Dael and I’s adopted daughter Chloé. we are in awe of how rad of a daughter / human being you are. lets hang and drink tea and talk about how everything sucks when I’m there in a few weeks! <3
Sorry VICE, but women didn’t win punk this year. They have been amazing since the birth of the genre. And giving examples of women who don’t play punk music (like… really?) to emphasize said victory doesn’t make you seem like more of an ally to not-dudes in punk. If you want to showcase the talents of women in punk, book their bands and stop tokenizing their efforts. It’s an everyday endeavor, not an end of the year summary.