Why am I reblogging a picture of a capybara in a jacuzzi tub what is happening to my life
is no one going to comment on the frickin duck on the ledge?
or the cottage cheese?
what even is this picture?
Didn’t even get to close the search string before I was told I was wrong.
This is appalling. What the hell, Google?
It’s not Google. Google just reflects what people search. It’s society that’s the problem.
i went to a panel on this subject at AWP this year
lets just fucking smash the patriarchy
EVER has a right to touch you if you don’t want to be touched.
Not your husband. Not your fiance. Not your boyfriend. Not your partner. Not your friends. Not even your own family.
You are a person and your body is your own. And it’s a privilege if you allow someone to touch it.
A god damn privilege that can be snatched up and you don’t owe anyone a reason but that it’s your body and only YOUR body.
I had a really small period and I was like “maybe I just miscarried a tiny fetus” and then I realized I haven’t had sex since Columbus landed in the Americas
I realize this sounds like I fucked Columbus. I want to clarify. Just so there’s no confusion, I did. I did fuck Columbus.