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listening to an album for the first time is weird bc you have to give your full attention to it and you cant sing along
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You may be a delicate flower but, hey, so is Belladonna and it can still kill people. — My boss, in what is probably the most inspiring thing I’ve ever heard. (via heloisedevillefort)
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People see bi/pansexuals as a sexual Schrödinger’s Cat. Until you date some one, you’re neither straight nor gay and you simply exist as a weird in-between state that only exists as an idea and not a “real” sexuality. Date the same gender? GAY NOW. Date the opposite? STRAIGHT NOW. NO OTHER OPTIONS. STRAIGHT OR GAY, SAME AS ALIVE OR DEAD. YOUR SEXUALITY IS DEFINED BY CURRENT SEXUAL PARTNER. THIS MAKES TOTAL SENSE, LA LA LA.
How cute is that.
I am surprised by how much sex I have had in my life that I didn’t want to have. Not exactly what’s considered “real” rape, or “date” rape, although it is a kind of rape of the spirit - a dishonest portrayal or distortion of my own desire in order to appease another person.
I said yes because I felt it was too much trouble to say no. I said yes because I didn’t want to have to defend my “no,” qualify it, justify it - deserve it. I said yes because I thought I was so ugly and fat that I should just take sex every time it was offered, because who knew when it would be offered again. I said yes to partners I never wanted in the first place, because to say no at any point after saying yes for so long would make our entire relationship a lie, so I had to keep saying yes in order to keep the “no” I felt a secret. That is such a messed-up way to live, such an awful way to love.
So these days, I say yes only when I mean yes. It does require some vigilance on my part to make sure I don’t just go on sexual automatic pilot and let people do whatever. It forces me to be really honest with myself and others. It makes me remember that loving myself is also about protecting myself and defending my own borders. I say yes to me. — Margaret Cho, “Yes Means Yes” (via myrisingvoice)
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