So really I just like things. I had a blog before but deleted it. It consisted of nerdy marvel and DC things, music things, random hot people things, feminist things. So really this is just whatever the fuck I feel like at the time.

 


Starfleet officers, revolutionaries, linguists, biologists, physicists, psychiatrists, politicians, doctors, nurses, humans, aliens, geniuses, super humans, warriors…

Starfleet officers, revolutionaries, linguists, biologists, physicists, psychiatrists, politicians, doctors, nurses, humans, aliens, geniuses, super humans, warriors…

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Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat.

When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.

It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”

I mean, it’s just true.

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“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”

That’s it.  That’s it right there.

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clearliqueur:

elkane:

Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.


Makes perfect sense.

clearliqueur:

elkane:

Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.

Makes perfect sense.

Me most of the year: Want that. Want that. Want that.

Me near my birthday or christmas: I CANNOT THINK OF A SINGLE THING I WANT.