"When did you decide to be gay?"
Last week. I woke up and I was like I want to be judged and not accepted by most of society and denied basic human rights. I thought it would be fun to not be allowed to get married and to be called rude names when I’m with the person I love. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?
Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”.
Unfriendly reminder that in America it’s reasonable to say an unarmed black kid deserved to be shot six times because he might have robbed a convenience store, but a white kid shouldn’t be kicked off the high school football team just because he violently raped a girl.
me: stop being racist please
family: listen… liberal hippie trash ….u dont know anything abotu the world….
Doing a 12 minute pole-dance set complete with dozens of spins, inversions, flips, and splits is not half as exhausting as constantly defending yourself from a culture that says “Women are only valuable if they’re thin and attractive and continuously exude sex appeal, unless they try to utilize all those qualities in order to earn money. Then they’re a slut who had shitty parents. Dead hooker joke.”