Never too early to dress up.
Oh. My. Glob.
Someone find me a mental health doctor that understands my needs and isn’t a white dude stuck in the past please
also near my place of living. I don’t have money to be driving an hour away
This comic is based off of a tweet by @ProfBoomHatch.
Happy Birthday, Pen
Well, belated birthday. Pen celebrated earlier this week in the best way possible by slicing open poor Cinnamon Bun, thanks to our pals Lisa and Mary at Big Sugar Bakeshop in nearby Studio City. Who knew Cinnamon Bun’s guts were all rainbow colored?
i do not consider it a compliment when a man has to put down other women who are different than me to explain what’s good about who i am.
I am surprised by how much sex I have had in my life that I didn’t want to have. Not exactly what’s considered “real” rape, or “date” rape, although it is a kind of rape of the spirit - a dishonest portrayal or distortion of my own desire in order to appease another person.
I said yes because I felt it was too much trouble to say no. I said yes because I didn’t want to have to defend my “no,” qualify it, justify it - deserve it. I said yes because I thought I was so ugly and fat that I should just take sex every time it was offered, because who knew when it would be offered again. I said yes to partners I never wanted in the first place, because to say no at any point after saying yes for so long would make our entire relationship a lie, so I had to keep saying yes in order to keep the “no” I felt a secret. That is such a messed-up way to live, such an awful way to love.
So these days, I say yes only when I mean yes. It does require some vigilance on my part to make sure I don’t just go on sexual automatic pilot and let people do whatever. It forces me to be really honest with myself and others. It makes me remember that loving myself is also about protecting myself and defending my own borders. I say yes to me.
|—||Margaret Cho, “Yes Means Yes” (via spitswap)|
Histology Dessert Plates by Emily Evans.
"I always thought that histology was one of the more interesting laboratory courses we had to take. Unless we went into something like medical laboratory sciences or pathology, we most likely would never look under a microscope again; that is a shame, considering how beautiful histological slices can be"