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Whys a dead wife so common as a backstory for male heroes when divorce exists and its 10000% funnier

still so fucking weird to go from real life, where a cis man being flamboyant/effeminate/camp is judged like 70+% by how he speaks and carries himself, to online queer communities, which often seem to have no concept of male gender non-conformity that doesn’t involve wearing a skirt

i promise you, a man can be fem to the point of being in danger while wearing literally exactly the same thing as a hypermasculine guy. a boring basic black suit. a t shirt and jeans. a UNIFORM. gender conformity is not only about what you wear

None of you have watched that heartbreaking scene in The Birdcage where Albert gives up wearing everything he likes to try and blend in for their son’s conservative prospective in-laws and is so awkward and uncomfortable that no one says much until finally he says, defeated, “I know what you’re thinking - dressed like this, I’m even more obvious, aren’t I?” and it shows.

I cannot begin to describe how hard I cried when I saw this scene the first time and how confused my conservative family was as to why I was crying.

This is why we talk about “toxic masculinity” – the idea that any expression of emotion besides anger or even wearing colorful clothes is non-masculine and therefore restricted is horrifying. It sucks! Men should be allowed to express themselves outside of a tiny box of acceptable behavior, because they’re, y'know, people, and people have a wide range of expression in the way they like to look and move and act. I honestly feel like it’s gotten worse over the last couple decades, too. If you look at men’s fashions from the 70s and even into the 80s, there’s a lot of style choices that look pretty cringe to us, but…. you also see a lot more color and pattern in suits than you do now. I’m not sure when this started to shift, or if it’s tied in to the increasing lack of color in all consumer products, but it sucks.

Thing is is, as much m/f that is produced in the world, as a bi woman, sometimes I want to see a man fall in love with an obviously queer woman. I want to see a man realizing that the woman he is interested in is gnc and that isn't going to change.

He was right: I do not believe my eyes.

if you stay over my house more than one night you will witness when my Behaves Human meter is empty

favorite hobby when I'm driving is to catch someone trying to climb up my back bumper while I'm going a completely reasonable speed and just slowly take my foot off the gas. you seem upset, brother. why don't we slow down and enjoy the view awhile

I'd like to add, just on the off chance that someone who tailgates reads this, that tailgating is not doing you any favors. The sheer degree of attention and reactivity and focus you have to maintain in order to tailgate without fucking hitting the person is so much. You're stressing yourself out. You're making your day worse. You're decreasing your lifespan (both statistically by increasing risk and literally by being stressed the hell out). You're fucking up your brakes. You're wasting gas. You aren't going any faster. If you do hit them, it's 100% legally your fault and you won't get away with it. And to cap it all off, the person ahead of you has a solid chance of just slowing down. Keep a comfortable buffer distance. When they pass something it should take at least two seconds before you pass it. More, if you can help it at higher speeds. The few seconds you might save by tailgating are absolutely not worth it.

I can’t decide what’s funnier, if this was a genuine candid photo of the father’s shock, or if he was an excellent sport and was like “hey folks, know what would be hilarious…”

In my teens I had cousins SO tiny they did not understand how video games worked and would just cry because they immediately walked off a cliff or something so what I did was give them a non functioning controller and sit behind them actually playing the game and they had the time of their life thinking they were the one playing but I do remember the very moment one of them was growing enough to start looking back at me squinting suspiciously