Tonight is going to be the best night ever because tonight I’m eating sloppy joes!
Oh, look at that baby! I want it in my mouth. NOW.
memento mori: This is how totally ridiculous slut shaming sounds
“Mr. Smith, you were held up at gunpoint on the corner of 16th and Locust?”
“Yes.”
“Did you struggle with the robber?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“He was armed.”
“Then you made a conscious decision to comply with his demands rather than to resist?”
“Yes.”
“Did you scream?…
(Source: feministe.us)
I Was "The Help".
(Source: misskatehate)
Since her death in 1979, the woman who discovered what the universe is made of has not so much as received a memorial plaque. Her newspaper obituaries do not mention her greatest discovery. […] Every high school student knows that Isaac Newton discovered gravity, that Charles Darwin discovered evolution, and that Albert Einstein discovered the relativity of time. But when it comes to the composition of our universe, the textbooks simply say that the most abundant atom in the universe is hydrogen. And no one ever wonders how we know.
Sure, I support gay rights. They’re here to live life just as I do. Even my girlfriend has a few gay friends, so that counts for something, right? Of course I couldn’t say no to dancing at a gay club with her. Three months of dating does not give me the privilege of saying no anymore!
I just wished I knew how to dance. Although I do go out a lot with my friends, I hardly got up to dance with them. Usually, I stand by the side with a beer and hang out with whatever group laughs the loudest. This time, I would know no one, but my girlfriend. It’s awkward enough to feel like the only straight guy in the room, but not even have the option of grabbing a beer! Dancing became the way out of being alone.
She wanted to dance right away, so I needed to face this thing head on. I wiggled and rocked to keep up with her. She wasn’t laughing so I took that as a good sign. She slightly entranced me with her smooth movements. My hands went to her waist and she stepped closer to me.
For a moment, we synchronized. When she grinded her hip to the left, mine flowed with hers. Whenever she pushed her way in to my thigh, I pushed back. Dancing didn’t seem so bad with her there. Any thoughts of embarrassment from being hit on by a dude or screwing up the dancing faded when she came too close. If it seemed like I slowed, she sped up her bouncing until I caught up. If I had danced with more hot girlfriends earlier, I’m sure I would have enjoyed this dance night much more with her.
Then again, she kissed me after finding how adorable I was for my first dance with her. That was worth the wait.
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