Let’s examine this:
Miss is a word for a woman that has not been married.
Mrs. is an abbreviation of the word Mistress, used as a title for a woman that is married or widowed.
Ms. is a title used for a woman whose marital status is unknown or irrelevant (as in business).
The letters Ms. are not an abbreviation of a word, they are an amalgamation drawn from the letters of Miss and Mrs.
On the other hand, a man is just a mister (Mr.)
You see men don’t have to determine their sexual availability like women.
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wow. Had never thought about it, but now that I do… Makes sense, brings rage.
Shit. This made me cry.
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“Coming back along the service road, she first encountered the trade entrance, a big gate secured with a chain and padlock in the high fence of the forest.”
… this is what I get for rereading Hannibal.
“This process was particularly difficult because I came from a devoutly religious Jehovah’s Witness family.”
… this is what I get for reading “Getting Bi - Voices of Bisexuals Around the World”, Robyn Ochs & Sarah E. Rowley, Eds.
The funny thing is, my first sexual experiences were actually with a girl whose family was a strict Jehovah’s Witness family (and yes, we almost got caught), so I’m loving the irony of the result of this game, for me. xD
That awkward moment when you’re so pissed off about some things going on at work that you “tell it how it is” to your boss, finishing with a “I quit”, and then she doesn’t let you. Instead, she gives you a month off to do some soul-searching.
Say WHAAAAA-???
What kind of relationship you have is your choice, and one choice isn’t better than another. What’s important is that you make a choice. That even if you’re you’re monogamous, vanilla, and heterosexual—you’re doing it because it’s what you want and because you and your partner have agreed to it, not because that’s what people do. What’s important isn’t what path you take, but that you know there are paths.
Paths? Fuck, there’s an entire open world out there once you get past “man buys dinner, woman agrees to missionary PIV until he ejaculates. (Or rather, a world including “man buys dinner, woman agrees to missionary PIV until he ejaculates,” because, hey, if that’s your thing.) There’s a million goddamn ways to love, a billion things “partner” or “lover” or “fuckbuddy” or “spouse” can mean to you, and you get to decide.
How fucking cool is that?
When there is no “normal,” there’s no reason to take pride in being “abnormal.” You just are. People who have heterosexual PIV sex for 3.5 minutes once a week just are. Poly/kinky/queer enlightenment wouldn’t mean anything at all if everyone were responsible for choice and communication in their relationships.
Who cares how many people you fuck or how you do it? The only thing worth being evangelical about is consciousamory.
Reads: “This person supports LGBTQ youth and will speak out against homophobia, transphobia, & bullying.” The “B” in “LGBTQ youth” was later bolded and “Biphobia,” was added. The new photo reads: “This person supports LGBTQ youth and will speak out against homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, & bullying.”
I’m not sure why everyone thinks that somehow “homophobia” takes care of bisexuals, it doesn’t. Leaving biphobia out of things like this is called Bisexual Erasure, it is a form of discrimination and bigotry.
I want to spit nails when I see LGBTQ organizations and the LGBTQ movement say they are for “gay and trans rights,” leaving out bisexuals, and say they fight against “homophobia and transphobia,” leaving out biphobia, and fight against “heterosexim and cissexism,” leaving out monosexism.
Aye.
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I have a new hair cut. Short and cute. :) Wish I could offer you a picture, but due to privacy/security issues I won’t post it online.
Anyway, just felt like sharing. It’s one of those things that make me feel better and happy. Every time I decide to change something in my life I also change something in my body/look. Usually it’s an hair cut.
I don’t know why, but it as always beein that way. One time I wanted it so badly I did the cut myself… when I was 8 years old. You can guess the result; it was plastered all over my mother’s face when she saw it, no need for a mirror. xD
All the questions!
Any and all questions! xD
Yup. Try me. ;)
Here Kitty kitty.
My Mistress knows how much I love the bitch bowl she allows me to eat from, usually from the bathroom floor with my arms restrained at the base of my back.
OMGWANT!
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We’ve posted this before, but it is always worth posting again :) Apparently there have been issues as of late involving this song being taken down by youtube.com.
This is a list compiled based on internet research. Most of them are obscure, but all have good reviews:
- More Pretty Girls Than One
- Texas River Song
- Me You Them
- Whatever Works
- Vicki Christina Barcelona
- Dieta Mediterranea (Mediterranean Diet)
- The Blood Oranges
- Cafe au Lait
- December Bride
In bold: the only one I’ve seen from all of these. Whoa. I need to catch up! (or not :P)
Yup. :)
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this is the offical ‘i care’ symbol
this is how it works:
basically you reblog this and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at there message. if you care about your followers please reblog
I do, I do. Even when I don’t know you. <3
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[Picture: Background — a six piece pie style colour split, alternating purple and green. Foreground — a picture of a fox. Top text: “Medical Anthropology” Bottom text: “Never trust your physician again”]
Mod Note: Obviously not a suggestion to self-diagnose or ignore what your doctor tells you. But I can imagine you learn some freaky shit in Med. anthro.
So true!!! :D