i am obscene to you but to myself i simply am

hey asshole! you lifted up the rock and now I have to scuttle! motherfucker!

the only reliable, effective way of "protecting children" is education. but people don't want to hear that because they don't actually care about protecting children, they care about protecting a mythologised ideal of innocence

passing in public makes me feel like white shrek

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

i stop by my old house when the new owners aren’t home to have metaphysical sex with the smoking hot ghost of my dead wife and she burns my little penis right off when i don’t have an answer about where our kids are. i still manage to come but it’s sad and pathetic and i leave with tears in my eyes and my own spunk cold and sticky on my thigh. six hours into the drive home i remember my kids are still at a bus stop in sheboygan. i drink until i forget again

really losing my patience for any 'feminist' statement to the tune of 'we need feminism because women fill a fundamentally different and necessary role than men and will be better at doing x y or z'. like actually i think we need feminism because it is an unbearable death of the spirit by inches to exist in a world where you are not seen as a fully realized human being because of a single cultural determination, and because a world that enshrines such things creates systems that are fundamentally sick to the core

STOP REBLOGGING I MEAN MUTUALS

it's shit i didn't even register before transitioning too. i went out with my friends to a diner yesterday, one is a girl and the other gets clocked as a girl, and when we went in and they asked for the name of the table they asked Me specifically. like looked dead in my eyes and asked Me. i was addressed when it orders and payment first as well. like. Damn. Okay. Shit

you'll spend so long in deep discussions of gender online and then go talk to someone in your real life family and find out they still havent gotten past "women can be good at things" and its like oh okay jesus christ i forgot some people are still on the baby steps huh

I be running my fingers through my bush pondering ancient wisdoms

I wish irl grinding was as fun as in videogames tbh. Like yeah i need to go to work a thousand times but after that i have enough materials to buy a house. But alas, houses arent real

Marxiplier

Wait! I can change! *grotesquely transforms into a snarling ghoul*