I am literally both of them at the same time
I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”
I feel so conflicted right now
That awkward moment when Hugh Hefner is more trans-positive than most feminists of the same era.
But you know a protest to this would be to just repeatedly clean the toilet. Just do it. Pretend you’re in a video game and grind toilet cleaning for points.
water and rewater and rewater the plants. Kill the plants. Drown the plants.
Expose the system. Exploit the system.
"why are you awake at three in the morning" asks the person who is also awake at three in the morning
when ur running down the stairs with no bra on
it’s physically impossible to fit words into a venn diagram