Well it happened. I got an awesome job in a far away city….
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
How much of an asshole move would it be to tell my pregnant cousin that it’s not the gender of the fetus, it’s the sex?
What what I can’t what. This is sexist, transphobic, homophobic, racist (since a lot of women of color have held working roles), and classist. I literally don’t know what to do with this?
Instead of going to a work event, I took off my suit and put on all black clothes and biked around suburbia until the sun went down. I just realized that my bike lights are still on.
I intensely dislike touchy people who don’t ask first before hugging or grabbing you, esp. when they act offended when you tell them not to touch you.
Some people do not like to be touched, bottom line. I am one of them
boyfriends are cool and all but consider this: star trek