whatever the hell this is

would you rather be on a five hour drive with a thomas sanders fan or a hazbin hotel fan. and you can’t crash the car i’m sorry

thomas sanders fan because they might be hung. gimme another

got any rationale for this or is it more of an intuitive thing

honestly i gauge all situations with a ‘will this involve me sucking dick’ metric and a five-hour two-person car trip is a high background reading so i’m mostly playing in the margins here? but thomas sanders is theater kid is horny is might be hung whereas hazbin hotel is not unhorny but horny in a currency i don’t accept. i hope you can understand.

i dont, but you seem to, and thats what matters

I hope the next 4chan post that gets adapted into an indie film is Bridget Forcefem Tulpa

What if Mike was short for Micycle

every now and then theres a text post that gets stuck in my damn head. here it is. im never going to be free of micycle

What if bike was short for bichael

I love her reasoning for this. "Well, my husband is trash and I don't want to see his face on the wedding pictures anymore, but I personally think I look great in them, so I'll just cut him out and put the pictures back up" and then she went and actually DID IT

Detail: my grandma did this when she separated from my grandpa in 1993, which was also the year she was battling CANCER. My grandma was going to the hospital during the day to go get cancer treatment, coming home, and cutting my grandpa out of every picture she could find. So you can imagine how angry she was

Just for the record: MY GRANDMA IS STILL ALIVE. She survived the cancer!

It's hard to say this without sounding like a right wing dickhead, but the thing about progressive spaces is that they may naturally attract people who are always on the lookout for excuses to start a fight. Like you can find yourself faced with someone whose political outrage is totally justified, and whose humanitarian ideals are right on the money, but simultaneously they are carrying a ton of psychological baggage about being wronged and getting revenge, and they will exploit literally any opportunity to live out this psychodrama with anyone in their line of vision. I have thought of several related anecdotes since I started typing this post, but I'll limit myself to the thing that inspired it, which is that I just visited this ultra-lefty cafe/bike shop/community gathering space where I've heard that the proprietor is constantly in a fight with everyone around her. When I paid for my stuff I noticed that there was no tip option, but I thought I had heard something about this, so I snuck away to look at the website and it made me really glad I didn't ask! I think there should have been a really enticing and exciting way for her to say "I've decided to be the change I want to see in the world, so I'm paying my baristas a full living wage, I'm making sure EVERYONE feels welcome and comfortable here, and I'm selling products I believe in!" -- but instead all the web copy sounded more like "You're either with me or against me, you're a fucking piece of shit asshole if you can't handle the inclusive atmosphere here, and by the way tipping is for fascist cavemen and if you ever try to tip someone you are refusing to relate to them authentically and you are enforcing a dangerous and evil power dynamic that should be purged from human society (so therefore I pay my staff well)." Like everything she stood for was totally agreeable, but why did she have to put it like it was directed at her worst enemy, rather than at the kinds of people she wants to attract? If the word on the street is to be believed, the reason for this posturing is that she spends quite a lot of energy making as many enemies as possible, and she probably likes it that way. I guess I'm just reminding myself, and perhaps others, that while one might think of "politics" as being broadly social and theoretical, no individual can fully separate the political from the intimately personal. Even somebody who seems to want to uplift and protect their fellow humans may be getting some perverse inner satisfaction out of that valiant crusade, and you may never realize it until you find yourself in a confusing fight with them.