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Haven’t been on tumblr in a long time, but all of my other social media accounts are “professionalized” now, and I guess I need somewhere to write something kinda long. I don’t really care who reads this, but, I do care that at least someone does.

Okay here goes.

I’m an adult now, I didn’t mean to really, I didn’t mean to lose my childhood, but I did.

I’m getting a real job this summer, at a real company, for real money.

I live with my girlfriend, in our condo, at least till school ends.

I’m going to marry her.

I have co-workers, and classmates, friends who share my interests, who are part of my network.

Sometimes, I even say “personal branding”.

I’m smart, I’m good at what I do, and I’m proud of it.

But guys, girls, etc, I’m so sad at 12:51am on a Thursday.

My girlfriend sleeping, the lights out, and I’m thinking about so many things that are gone. So many people who meant SO MUCH to me, that feel like they just went poof.

I won’t name names, but if anyone reads this and you think part of it is about you. It probably is, please don’t mention it to me, but just read about yourself and feel what you feel.

People I Feel Like I’ve Lost (PIFLIL for short):

My elementary school crush:

She was my first love, I loved her for four years. I used to think about her night after night, I used to think that was creepy. I know better now I think. Creepiness requires malice, and all I ever wanted for her was happiness. She went to a different school, after us being such close friends, and did worse than say goodbye. She said good riddance.

My best friend since childhood:

We met at 2 years old. I pushed him around in a wheelchair when he broke his leg. I was scared when he almost died of a kidney infection. When I was a kid, he was the only person like me in the whole world. Now he’s bitter, and honestly, he hates me. I don’t know why, but I can feel it when I’m around him.

My first real love:

I...

I don’t know how to say this one. Its so much more complicated.

You hurt me. Not occasionally, not sometimes. You hurt me everyday. But not in the way I thought.

You hurt me because I needed you to be someone you weren’t, because I didn’t love you for the right reasons, and because you needed me more.

My life is blessed, I am so lucky to have been born into my family, my race, my money, and your’s wasn’t. Yet I had the gall to ask you to be there for me, all the time, when you were in so much pain.

I don’t regret leaving you, but I don’t blame you, and the scars are still there when no one’s looking.

Messages For Those Who Are Left:

My sole mate:

Everyone else here, in this pack of cards that this blog post has become, can’t understand the depth behind my words. Except you. Although I can never explain how much I love you, how much I need you, and how much I will forever endeavour to end your pain and heal your scars, you understand. Please shine with me, to shore me up, and dry my tears.

A Final Message to the World:

Fuck the notion that I’m not allowed to feel all of this. I’m white, male, straight, and privileged. You know what that means? I have to write blog posts at 1:00am to drop my burdens. It means people leave, and never come back, because you can never tell anyone how much they mean to you. How much you need them to stay. I’m a millennial, and according to the world, we have everything and still expect more.

But you know what?

Its people like us who are going to fix this damned mess, its people like me, who will stand in front of our creations and accept the applause. Its people like me who will never buy a house, or a car, or have kids, because its the right thing to do.

Anyways, thanks for anyone who actually read this garbage, I feel better. Goodnight!

#personal

gagafanbasedotcom

laleeya

the purest tweet

rayinberkeley

These exchanges between a bigot named Brendan Sullivan, and a heroic troll named Robert Graves, will be the best thing you read all day, I promise.

dismantlethefeminism

I do not understand this “male privilege" bullshit.

What. Fucking. Privileges. Do. Men. Have.???????

Name them. I swear, I challenge you to name these “male privileges" and be able to prove them.

Come on, I fucking dare you.

Name them!

genderfag-remade-deactivated201

Oh boy. Well, as a man, I’ll tell you my male privilege.

My odds of being hired for a job, when competing against female applicants, are probably skewed in my favor. The more prestigious the job, the larger the odds are skewed.

I can be confident in the fact that my co-workers won’t think that I was hired/promoted because of my sex - despite the fact that it’s probably true.

If I ever am promoted when a woman of my peers is better suited for the job, it is because of my sex.

If i ever fail at my job or career, it won’t be seen as a blacklist against my sex’s capabilities.

I am far less likely to face sexual harassment than my female peers.

If I do the same task as a woman, and if the measurement is at all subjective, chances are people will think I did a better job.

If I am a teen or an adult, and I stay out of prison, my odds of getting raped are relatively low.

On average, I’m taught that walking alone after dark by myself is less than dangerous than it is for my female peers.

If I choose not to have children, my masculinity will not be questioned.

If I do have children but I do not provide primary care for them, my masculinity will not be questioned.

If I have children and I do care for them, I’ll be praised even if my care is only marginally competent.

If I have children and a career, no one will think I’m selfish for not staying at home.

If I seek political office, my relationship with my children or who I deem to take care of them will more often not be scrutinized by the press.

My elected representatives are mostly people of my own sex. The more prestigious the position, the more this is true.

When i seek out “the person in charge", it is likely that they will be someone of my own sex. The higher the position, the more often this is true.

As a child, chances are I am encouraged to be more active and outgoing than my sisters.

As a child, I could choose from an almost infinite variety of children’s media featuring positive, active, non-stereotyped heroes of my own sex. I never had to look for it; male protagonists were (and are) the default.

As a child, chances are I got more teacher attention than girls who raised their hands just as often.

If my day, week or year is going badly, I need not ask of each negative episode or situation whether or not it has sexist overtones. (Nobody’s going to ask if I’m upset because I’m menstruating.)

I can turn on the television or glance at the front page of the newspaper and see people of my own sex widely represented.

If I’m careless with my financial affairs it won’t be attributed to my sex.

If I’m careless with my driving it won’t be attributed to my sex.

I can speak in public to a large group without putting my sex on trial.

Even if I sleep with a lot of women, there is little to no chance that I will be seriously labeled a “slut,” nor is there any male counterpart to “slut-bashing.”

I do not have to worry about the message my wardrobe sends about my sexual availability.

My clothing is typically less expensive and better-constructed than women’s clothing for the same social status. While I have fewer options, my clothes will probably fit better than a woman’s without tailoring.

The grooming regimen expected of me is relatively cheap and consumes little time.

If I buy a new car, chances are I’ll be offered a better price than a woman buying the same car. The same goes for other expensive merchandise.

If I’m not conventionally attractive, the disadvantages are relatively small and easy to ignore.

I can be loud with no fear of being called a shrew. I can be aggressive with no fear of being called a bitch.

I can ask for legal protection from violence that happens mostly to men without being seen as a selfish special interest, since that kind of violence is called “crime” and is a general social concern. (Violence that happens mostly to women is usually called “domestic violence” or “acquaintance rape,” and is seen as a special interest issue.)

I can be confident that the ordinary language of day-to-day existence will always include my sex. “All men are created equal,” mailman, chairman, freshman, he.

My ability to make important decisions and my capability in general will never be questioned depending on what time of the month it is.

I will never be expected to change my name upon marriage or questioned if I don’t change my name.

The decision to hire me will not be based on assumptions about whether or not I might choose to have a family sometime soon.

Every major religion in the world is led primarily by people of my own sex. Even God, in most major religions, is pictured as male.

Most major religions argue that I should be the head of my household, while my wife and children should be subservient to me.

If I have a wife or live-in girlfriend, chances are we’ll divide up household chores so that she does most of the labor, and in particular the most repetitive and unrewarding tasks.

If I have children with my girlfriend or wife, I can expect her to do most of the basic childcare such as changing diapers and feeding.

If I have children with my wife or girlfriend, and it turns out that one of us needs to make career sacrifices to raise the kids, chances are we’ll both assume the career sacrificed should be hers.

Assuming I am heterosexual, magazines, billboards, television, movies, pornography, and virtually all of media is filled with images of scantily-clad women intended to appeal to me sexually. Such images of men exist, but are rarer.

In general, I am under much less pressure to be thin than my female counterparts are. If I am over-weight, I probably suffer fewer social and economic consequences for being fat than over-weight women do.

If I am heterosexual, it’s incredibly unlikely that I’ll ever be beaten up by a spouse or lover.

Complete strangers generally do not walk up to me on the street and tell me to “smile.”

Sexual harassment on the street virtually never happens to me. I do not need to plot my movements through public space in order to avoid being sexually harassed, or to mitigate sexual harassment.

On average, I am not interrupted by women as often as women are interrupted by men.

On average, I will have the privilege of not knowing about my male privilege.

And lastly, I am taken as a more credible feminist than my female peers, despite the fact that the feminist movement is not liberating to my sex.

This is male privilege.

apocalyptic-tea

THIS. THIS IS HOW YOU BE A MALE FEMINIST.

broadwayandtvshowsallthetime

YES YES YES YES YES

sinner5aint

Sad to say, but the fact that people think there’s no male privilege says a lot about social awareness.

skankplisskenmoved

I NEVER KNEW THE REASON THE NEPHEWS WERE LEFT WITH SCROOGE WAS BECAUSE DONALD HAD TO LITERALLY GO OFF WITH THE NAVY LIKE

I THOUGHT THE SAILOR GET UP WAS FOR SHOW IT DIDN’T OCCUR TO ME THAT DONALD WAS WITH THE US ARMED FORCES

nebulouslyra

#thank you donald for keeping our country safe

n1ghtm4r3-p01s0n

He also fought in the war, hence is short temper. No joke, Disney confirmed this in a fucking comic of Donald sleep walking then being woke up by firecrackers which he believes is mines in a mine field. No joke.

haveyoubeentobahia

The US government promoted donald duck to the rank of sergeant and gave him an honorable discharge from the military in 1984 in honor of his (animated propaganda) participation in WWII

1-800-fuckyou

my history of animation professor told us that he had to fill out special forms to look at and recieve donald duck’s us military history, at which point he mentioned how he had to take a step back from his life and question all of his choices

heiru

The fuck.

pr1nceshawn

Famous Disney Characters As Ethnically Correct Humans by Pugletto.

laysiaprincess

I love this

summerashes

Omg

thatbrummielass

wardingthenight

Why are me and him not married.

boyegas-deactivated20181222

leavemealone2069

squidyword

i was taking a shit in my bathroom and my fucking doorknob fell off and I'm stuck and no ones home. my mom isn't answering her phone. is this justifiable to the police if I call them?? my phone is at 27% and I don't want it do die

is there literally no one else you can call that lives close.,., like a neighbor or friend jesus christ the police probably have better stuff to do but if it comes to it fuck it