It’s deplorable that sexually adventurous young women are constantly told they are “degrading themselves” by seeking out various experiences, that every bit of enjoyment eats away at some secret store of purity. This whole tradition–the idea that women need be preserved in glass so as not to “ruin” themselves, lest they diminish their sexual value by “giving it away”–restricts the lived autonomy of women in ways I can’t even begin to articulate. None of the slut-shaming makes sense unless you assume women live to give themselves to men in their purest possible form.
You don’t ever have to apologize for feeling sad. You aren’t being too sensitive. You aren’t imagining things or being overdramatic. You’re being true to yourself by honoring your emotions, and that is never something you have to feel ashamed of. Whether you have a need that isn’t being met, an old wound that’s been reopened, a person in your life who is making you feel small, a painful memory of something from the past, or an emptiness from the loss of someone you care about — there is always something underlying our sadness, and whatever it is, it’s important and valid. Whatever it is, it deserves to be expressed and felt.
"sir we lost the platoon. all our men are gone"
a lone camouflaged fedora is seen in the distance
"not all men"
My feminist rants drive all the boys from the yard.
Get off my land you little shits.
Panic! At The Disco - Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Accoustic)
This version is sex.
MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST I WANNA HOT MAKEOUT SESSION TO THIS SONG