Making it official. This is gonna be hard. #statements #nobuy #season #addiction #truth #shopping #helpkeepmestrong #laughs #sorta
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female.’~ Erin McKean, You Don’t Have to Be Pretty (via expensivebirdcage)
(Source: larmoyante, via paperfantasy)
rifa:
What gay men give to the world. A-yup.
On the second one.
There’s this one gay club I go to that actually has a problem of straight guys going there to dance with girls. I guess these guys don’t understand that girls can also be gay, because they assume that any girls at the club are there with their gay guy friends.
So one night I was out on the dance floor, and I see this guy. He’s like over six-foot, at least, all beefed-up, muscle shirt, looks kindof like a douchebag. And he’s just circling the dance floor, in one continuous loop, looking at the crowd like a predator, and it’s creeping me the fuck out.
It’s creeping me out enough that I don’t immediately realize what’s going on nearby. Some girl has attracted one of the Assholes, who has proceeded to begin grinding on her. She’s pushing him away, telling him to get lost. He’s pulling that whole, “come on, don’t be a bitch” spiel, and generally just not getting the message.
BAM. Suddenly, the prowling guy swoops in, like some sort of Gay Avenger. He shoves himself between the girl and the Asshole, grabs the Asshole by the hips, and starts dirty dancing him like a God-damned fuck machine. Asshole completely flips his shit, like how DARE another man try to dance with him at a GAY BAR???, starts spitting curses, and tears ass off the dance floor and out onto the sidewalk.
The Gay Avenger turns back to the girl, inclines his head in an, “are you okay?” sort of gesture. She nods, and he returns to his previous position of circling the dance floor, looking for his next target.
Told this story to some guys upstairs. Apparently Gay Avenger is a regular there.
gay avenger.
yes
That 2nd one is SO true. Creepy guys at clubs = blech.
But the Gay Avenger story just made it even BETTER.
(Source: wicc4n, via bemyseverussnape)
I appreciate it but please dont.
This is so true. Unless I’m right behind you, it’s all good. When you hold it open and I’m nowhere near you, I end up rushing & probably looking like an ass, which is just unnecessary.
I mean, thank you. But no.
First, the realization:
Then, denial.
Panic.
Shame.
Sadness.
Learning.
Moving on.
Fin.
(Submission from SpecialEdition87, thanks!)
This is so spot on, it’s not even funny.
Any author who isn’t scared spitless of the B&N Book Buyer (for their genre) doesn’t know enough about publishing.
I don’t even WORK with BN & I’m a little scared of the buyers!
(Source: title2come)