And some days I’ll probably wind up pulling an all-nighter on schoolwork. Like this one.
Month: April 2012
Clearly, senior year is going to be fabulous.
ChatMy future roommate and I cemented where we’re living next year today. It’s really lovely, in a great location and the common space is wonderful. While we were walking around and roughly planning what we’d do with the place, the heels on my shoes kept clacking on the wood floor.
.
My Roommate: How do you just walk around in those?
Me: I’m so short I’ve gotten used to it out of necessity. And I used to dance, so I’m sort of accustomed to being on my toes.
My Roommate: Oh, it’s like me on my knees…
“Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its tail."
The part where the two twelve year old girls agreed that a woman needed labiaplasty cut deep. It’s terrifying that they’ve grown up in such a way that they can become so judgmental of their own and other women’s anatomy.
A confession: The first time I got fingered I apologized to the guy for my labia. No joke. I thought that my body and the way it had developed warranted an apology. Naturally, he was a little shocked that I would think that I needed to do that.
Because my family was very quiet about sexuality, I learned a lot about it from the Internet at a pretty young age. In hindsight, I wish it had not been that way, because it gave me a lot of unusual messages about how things were supposed to be and privileged certain pieces of information above others.
So I am terrified to see a twelve year old girl thinking that way because for a while I was that girl. I remembered learning about the surgery early on in high school and believing that I needed it. I actually considered saving money up so once I graduated and moved out I could “fix” myself.
I think we spend a lot of time sheltering young girls and not giving them the proper information about sex and sexuality. In a society that has become in many ways hypersexualized, the messages that come through are conflicted, uninformed and usually just flat-out wrong.
And let this be an opportunity for me to remind all my followers that they should be 18 and over. Thanks.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
This has become my go-to phrase ever since that episode.
I was so excited to find Willam Belli’s tumblr. I am a gigantic fan of RuPaul’s Drag Race and this fine example of talent and fierceness.
Seriously. Willam’s sense of humor is always just perfection. I don’t care what happened/what rule was broken, Willam can literally do no wrong in my eyes. That bitch is my spirit animal.
god i need dermabrasion WILLAM
On the subject of weddings (my gosh I cannot believe how many of you I actually had going):
While out last night, my friend and I agreed that if we’re both single when we’re forty, we are getting married. He is totally and completely into men. While his personality is great for me as a friend, it’s not the type of personality I’d want to be with at all. However, we’d probably be great domestic partners.
The conversation then sort of went: “Well, do you want kids?” “Yeah, I think I would.” “I think you’d be a great mother.” “We wouldn’t even have to have sex if you didn’t want to.” “That’s very considerate of you."
I’d like to imagine our reception would look like this. Because we’re really classy people.
Well, it happened.
StandardSG proposed to me today over lunch. And I accepted.
I am so, so excited to be getting married. As a result, I’ll be shifting this tumblr over to a wedding theme to keep track of all of the things we’ll be planning.
Since I will be now exclusively monogamous, there’s really nothing to post about here. We’re even debating cutting the kink out of the relationship and focusing on something purer and sweeter. This could be a wonderful change.
As a teaser, here’s a picture of what we’re thinking in terms of theme:
It’s going to be a very traditional wedding. Lots of white, lots of flowers. I want to feel like a princess. I am so excited to make that day a fairy-tale dream come true.
Ahhh April Fools, you crazy kids.
Now come look at some pictures of Pippa Middleton’s butt with me.
The Southern Gentleman decided to help me pick out my outfit for the night.
“It’s great,” he said as he leaned back, folding his arms behind his head. “But what’s under the shirt?”
I shrugged, “a bra.”
He smiled, “and what’s under the bra?”
“My…” I rolled my eyes, “ugh, you’re such a child.” I pulled my shirt and bra up, showing him my breasts.
“Good girl,” he grinned.
My dorm room has become a bit messy from the back to back deadlines I had. While I did some work on cleaning today, there’s still some stuff to be done.
But instead I am being a total brat and going out with friends instead. Sorry I’m not sorry.