i honestly hate to break it to you but identities don’t become real just because you identify as them
slapping “-phobic” to the end of whatever I’m criticising and yelling it at me isn’t gonna make you more right or political
My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
i love how men on the internet get their dicks in a twist when you make a post daring to say that you hate men.
we can talk about embracing female body hair, throwing away our makeup, and wearing practical clothes all day long
but in my opinion, man hate is the ultimate act of female rebellion. it means we won’t be gaslighted into submission.