i wont rest until ive complained about everything
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.
You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.
As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.”"
Couldn’t be said any better.
i like being obsessed with things so that im distracted from how much i hate myself
masculinity is so fragile like i can crossdress on a fairly regular basis and still be considered feminine but a dude wears heels once and WHOA MAN THAT’S A LITTLE GAY. YOU GAY? YOU A LADY? THAT’S PRETTY GAY. YOU A HOMO, MAN? YOU HOMO? YOU GAY?
don’t buy that “love is a serious word” crap, love freely, love carelessly, love yourself, love that lady bird that just flew past, love that cutie that served you lunch at a cafe that you’ll probably never see again, love every single cat you see and when you stop loving someone or something, don’t fight it. i don’t know what love is but i know it’s not serious.