Jun 4
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The quality of my days appears to be proportional to the number of times I change clothes in that day
On leaving christianity;
a pros and cons comparison.
Cons: calling people "my brother in christ" doesn't hit the same, existential dread over climate change and politics, must now remember to maintain singing voice
Pros: gay sex, sleeping in on sunday, 10% of income saved instead of being tithed, will to live comes back
The feeling when you reblog something from one mutual and another one interacts with it is indescribable. This is it I'm part of the world wide web! Tumblr is the sider and we're the silk. The human instrumentality project is real and I'm in it
where are the movie scenes of men looking good in bathtubs??? I can't think of a single one. they're rarely shown in the bath, and when they are they're ashamed or scared and their hairy little legs are tucked up to their chest or crossed over the lip of the tub.
this problem is very important to my gender expression. I don't know how to perform sexy man in the tub somebody please show me before it's too late
i just. remembered I used to think sperm wales ate sperm. for like a long time too like I said that to friends sophomore year of high school. To be Clear I always knew they did not subsist on a diet of male gametes, since there's obviously not enough free floating ejaculate available to sustain such large creatures. I had a full understanding of what krill are, I just forgot the name
Ok now we're watching queen at wembley (which she had on dvd hell yeah), and I never realized how casual they were. Biggest stage in the country, so many thousands in the crowd, and they're just chilling. It seems like there's no thought to keeping a particular image or looking good for the camera all the time as there is for the bands that followed in their footsteps
watching spinal tap with an 83 year old is not for the weak
Being introduced to someone's child as a teenager has got to be in the top 10 worst social situations.
It starts when a mutually familiar adult tells the clearly uninterested little squirt some surface level and usually inane fact about you that they have assumed is your entire personality for the last year and a half. The child, very reasonably, does not give a single fuck and at most hits you with an "oh cool"+disingenuous grin before continuing to stare resignedly at your knees for the remainder of the interaction. The pressure is now on you, as the older child, to somehow turn this into a conversation that satisfies the small group of adults standing by watching the proceedings with the same intrigued expectance historically found in response to the sight of a fisherman with a bent rod, a pair of mating rabbits, or a medieval cockfight. In their minds you and the kid are in the same slightly subhuman category of "The Youth" and therefore will be glad to meet each other and will go on to form a lifelong friendship which you will thank them for and recount the history of at their funeral in grateful tones. They are playing dolls with you. You are the doll.When you inevitably fail this impromptu improvisational comedy routine with a 3-ish foot snotty nosed brick wall you are written off as another antisocial product of a failed generation