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Thank you for your service, LG. You alone understand. My apologies to anyone using your service who tries to sent this to anyone using any of the other services.
i think the moment i was disillusioned about life was when i was maybe 7 years old and realized the reason all my friends had become assholes was because boys arenât allowed to have any physcial contact that isnât fighting
my parents were hippie feminists so my brother and i could play clapping games and sleep in puppy piles and give each other weird hairdos, but all the ânormalâ boys just up and stopped knowing how to touch anyone without hitting sometime between kindergarten and first grade
and my little kid mind briefly saw the vastness of life stretching out in front of all of us, and all the hugs everyone would need and not get, and for a moment i was just like
maybe life is not such a good idea after all
I grew up around a Russian ballet school. Let me tell you something about Russian men: They touch each other. Especially dancers, who are in my experience almost always super tactile people. They rough house like Americans, but they also hug each other, and sit on each otherâs laps, and share blankets when itâs cold backstage.
So I grew up knowing full well that the whole Men Donât Touch thing was puritanical bullshit.
What I was absolutely not prepared for, however, is the super intense effect it has on straight menâs romantic relationships.
Because when you are literally the only person it is okay for your boyfriend to touch, Jesus fucking Christ, that changes the game.
I strongly suspect that a lot of Str8 Dude feelings of entitlement to womenâs bodies, particularly the bodies of their wives and girlfriends, is a direct result of those women being the only non-violent physical contact theyâre allowed to have.
I know for certain that the framing of any and all platonic physical contact as un-manly has been directly responsible for a lot of sexual dysfunction (and then the attendant misery of trying to get that treated at the ripe old age of 22) with at least one of my exes. Itâs a mess when you canât get it up because youâre depressed and want to be held but youâve been brainwashed into thinking what you actually want is sex because being held is for girls.
Amazing how the erectile dysfunction went completely away when he learned the difference between feeling horny and feeling cuddly. /sarcasm
âI strongly suspect that a lot of Str8 Dude feelings of entitlement to womenâs bodies, particularly the bodies of their wives and girlfriends, is a direct result of those women being the only non-violent physical contact theyâre allowed to have.â
Omfg
No wonder the worst of them seem crazy⊠profound isolation does exactly that
When I taught in Japan, the boys were all super comfortable with each other. Theyâd sit on laps and hug and roughhouse and it wasnât seen as bad ? Like it surprised me at first, but then you realize the problem is with so many men feeling that they have to prove⊠something? I dunno. I personally donât like hugs or touches, but that is my own personal reasons and nothing of how I was brought up.
Because when you are literally the only person it is okay for your boyfriend to touch, Jesus fucking Christ, that changes the game.
Things I never thought ofâŠI couldnât imagine if my husband were the only person I was allowed to touch. As I think on it, that extends to the kids, too. The dudes arenât allowed to really even cuddle their own damned children or nieces and nephews.
Wow.
Also explains why western media romanticizes co-dependency in romantic relationships to such an insane degree.
I swear no matter what you do, youâll always find mistakes or things you donât like only AFTER you submit an art piece
I wonder if this is something that has been happening for like all of human history. Like renaissance painters would look at their frescos as soon as they were public and be like âFUCK, I didnât color that right and that hand looks terrible!â
When I was sixteen, my family visited Hawaii, and I had a cute new swimsuit. I was a pretty busty teen, with the vocabulary of an AP English student, and while I was out swimming, a couple of college guys started flirting with me. Nothing gross, just pleasantly casual hey-you-look-great-how-are-you-enjoying-the-beach stuff.
After a minute or two of this, one of them asked if I was there with friends, and I said no, I was with my family. âWow, you still travel with your family?â one exclaimed. âThatâs coolâŠâ
âWell, I am sixteen,â sez me.
Reader, they blanched. They flustered, they apologized, they assured me that theyâd thought I was also in college, they wished me a good vacation and they bounced. All within about a minute of realizing theyâd been chatting up a minor.
I was mildly mortified at the time, but now? I look back and think, Ah, what good men. What good young men.
^^^^
I was on a school trip to france and in a local swimming pool with the rest of my class and a few teachers. two older boys (late teens) came up to me and another girl( both only 12 at the time ) and started chatting us up and trying to grab us i being the tomboy that i am pushed them away then ran to the one teacher i knew wouldnt take any shit i told him what happend .he walked up to them and told them in fluent french that if they even thought about looking at any of the children in his care again he would rip them a new one and that i and the other girl just so happen to be his daughters and he would gladly show them what he would do to them if they even talked to us .he was and still is my favourite teacher ever.he protected us and was truly a sweet man even if every one thought he was a bit of a grumpy teacher.
If you are under 18 you are automatically my younger sibling sorry I donât make the rules also here are 4 fluffy blankets and a box of cookies be safe smol
Reblogging cause last post is some true shit.
And if youâre a fucking minor, how about you stay out of adult-only spaces, like dating websites?? And donât lie about your age online??
Cause lemme tell ya, on dating sites where youâre supposed to be at least 18, Iâve seen 15 year olds on there that lie about their age and the ONLY way I knew they were that young, was cause they specified in their bio.
The picture makes these girls LOOK 18+, and because they gotta lie about their age to even make an account, the age it gives you with the photo always says at least 18. If these girls didnât specify otherwise below, then Iâd never have even GUESSED they were that young. AND SOME WONâT EVEN ADMIT TO LYING UNTIL YOUâVE SWIPED RIGHT AND TALK TO THEM.
And yes, the make-up industry is partially to blame, because contouring and eyeshadow makes girls looks twice their age.
So kids, do your part and stay out of areas that are adults only, kay?
When I was sixteen, my family visited Hawaii, and I had a cute new swimsuit. I was a pretty busty teen, with the vocabulary of an AP English student, and while I was out swimming, a couple of college guys started flirting with me. Nothing gross, just pleasantly casual hey-you-look-great-how-are-you-enjoying-the-beach stuff.
After a minute or two of this, one of them asked if I was there with friends, and I said no, I was with my family. âWow, you still travel with your family?â one exclaimed. âThatâs coolâŠâ
âWell, I am sixteen,â sez me.
Reader, they blanched. They flustered, they apologized, they assured me that theyâd thought I was also in college, they wished me a good vacation and they bounced. All within about a minute of realizing theyâd been chatting up a minor.
I was mildly mortified at the time, but now? I look back and think, Ah, what good men. What good young men.
Fun fact, this happened to me when I was, I shit you not, twelve years old. I had a comically deep voice for my age and gender, and I was well-spoken, so I regularly got mistaken for an older girl in spite of my babyish face.
Long story short, one fateful day, a university student started talking to me (somewhat flirtatiously) at a Harry Potter meet-up and when he asked what university I was going to to I had to explain that I was, in fact, in the sixth grade. Both of our souls left our bodies. He was great about it though, he asked me about my classes and if I was ready for high school and shit, and I got to ask him about college which was cool cause I didnât get to interact with many college students!
Itâs not a crime to misjudge a personâs age, it happens all the time. It IS a crime to willfully ignore someoneâs age and sexually harass them!
This is also who Minors should NEVER lie about their age, when I was in high school (17 Turing 18 in a few months) I dated a girl who told me she was 18, her Facebook said she was 18.
I found out a couple of months after we started dating that she had lied, she was 14, this made me sick. I felt violated, we may not have had sex or been very intimate⊠But still, I spent several months in a relationship with a girl who couldnât legally consent to me touching her.
Had we been intimate in any way her family could have had me charged with Stachitory Rape.
Because she lied to me about something so important I could have ended up in so much trouble, but more then that- because of her lie I am now constantly paranoid about if someone is lying to me.
If I go out with someone and they look even remotely younger then theyâve said I will find a way to get them to show me their ID (usually I say I wanna compare photos)
Kids, please never lie about your age, it can hurt you and other people in ways you canât even imagine.
i donât mean to sound fake deep but the reason 2018 felt so long was because weâre being fed whatâs trending at such a rapid rate that we literally canât remember half of the shit that even happened anymore. âBlack Panther came out in February!â Marvel releases so many movies a year that we completely forget about the last movie as soon as a new one comes out and it repeats in a vicious cycle. âTide Pods/Ugandan Knuckles was in January!â The life span of memes have been rapidly declining for years and itâs gotten to the point where the average lifespan of a meme is about 2 weeks and then the next thing gets popular and then that lasts for 2 weeks and it just keeps going. Weâre literally losing our sense of time because of our rapid consumption of media and pop culture.
i am SO SICK of unhappy endings. idk about anyone else but the #1 reason i like fiction is because everything can always work out no matter how bad it is. âwhat if the good guys lostâ shut up. you are so fucking boring. give me happy endings or give me nothing
god, the amount of fucking that tumblr wants to do to venom is astronomical. yâall really be out here with urls like venom-what-that-tongue-do-666 huh
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