Knit Chain bag from antique copper chain. By HollyParisDesign.
What I did with my day.
shoutout to girlcode for being fabulous
Be prepared to participate in no dick decemberbe prepared to be told that no one wants your misogynistic dick anyway you arrogant shit
I love it when guys use sex as a bartering tool like IF YOU DON’T LOOK PERFECT AND SPARKLY ALL THE TIME I’M NOT GOING TO PLEASE MYSELF WITH YOU
like BITCH THEY LITERALLY SELL DICKS BIGGER THAN YOURS I DON’T NEED SHIT FROM YOU
IT KEPT GETTING BETTER AND BETTER
Eh, I shave when I feel like it. Whether thats in November remains to be seen. Shave a little shave a lot or don’t shave for 6 months.
Let me share something about race. The human race isn’t purely one thing. Ever hear of Australopithecus? How about Neanderthal? Cro-Magnon? Wonder if any of those humanoids mixed. Is that why europeans have big noses, and prominent brow ridges. Is that why some of us are short, and some tall. Some people are super hairy and some are nearly bald.
I was born into a mixed race family. Most of us are even if you’re “white” My father is a second generation American. I am 1/2 greek and have some Irish, German, Chippewa and I think Polish as well in the mix. I was born blonde as most of the kids in my family were. Somewhere in mid childhood our hair turns brown.
I lived in idaho for a while and don’t remember it because I was 2. My mom said we weren’t white enough for the people there. We had blonde hair but brown eyes, and the white supremacists knew my dad was Greek. They would give quarters to the little blonde hair blue eyed kids.
When my sister was born our next door neighbor had a baby boy who was my sister’s first friend. She was my guardian angel and saved me from drowning, being run over, and from the moment we met she was saving me from myself. My mom had just had my sister a few weeks before and was taking her into the house leaving my brother and I in the car for a minute. I somehow put the car into gear and Georgie 9 months pregnant, was walking home from work, and spotted this big dodge ram rolling down the driveway with 2 kids inside. She stopped the car and that was the first of many times she saved me from my adventurous spirit. She was one of my earliest memories with her big smile and her sassy attitude.
My mother had another good friend with kids closer to my brothers age. They taught me how to swear because they thought it was funny to see a little “white girl” swear in spanish. They were mixed as well. I remember she taught me how to make home made tortillas. Her brother was one of the first people my mom had ever met with “Grid” (gay related immune deficiency) which would later be called HIV. She told me this because we were watching ER and I asked what GRID meant. She said it didn’t change the way they interacted. She even let him hold my baby sister in a time when most people were scared to breathe the same air as someone who was positive.
Skin color, ethnic background, socioeconomic class… none of this matters to kids, or people with an ounce of decency.
My father introduced me to these 2 guys who were best friends one was a “hells angel” and the other was an OG in I forget if it was bloods or crypts. Odd pairing. He said they were both good guys and their friendship went way back. Friendship doesn’t see color.
I didn’t come from some perfect background. My parents divorced when I was 2. My dad wasn’t always an upstanding citizen. My mom did her best to raise 3 kids as a single mom and we didn’t have much but we were raised with plenty of love.
It bothers me that the intelligence of animals is measured by how willing they are to obey the commands of a human.
same goes for students at schools
I just realized how fucked up that is wow.
I judge my animals not by whether they obey but by whether they understand. My dog knows when I am supposed to be home. When I am about to finish my tea and whether I am likely to let him lick the cup. My mom may have bought him but I’m his person. My sisters dog obeys commands and can solve puzzles but she’s not smart enough to figure out that when you raise your voice she’s not always in trouble.
Home grown bananas from a friend. Deserved to become bananas foster. Made some brown butter Carmel and topped it with vanilla ice cream and whip.
Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.
I got skills.
We don’t need European fairy tales retold with dark-skinned characters
We need non-European fairy tales being told
Race-bending isn’t the answer here
Realizing that there are children who have non-European heritages and cultures who need their own stories being given representation is the answer
Yes! Someone said it. Thank you. Lets not forget Mulan, Prince of Egypt, Hercules, Jungle Book, Lilo and Stitch, Atlantis,
Maybe we need a Spanish Princess, or an African Hunter, or a Maori tribe story. But never forget that It has never been all about the White Fairy tales.