Small Stuff

That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Stiles, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s.

chaztheweasel:

captainmoi:

George R.R. Martin can’t tweet because he’s killed off all 140 characters

liketheesun:

thetallblacknerd:

tarynel:

thetallblacknerd:

I find it comical when women think I care about

Stretchmarks
If one titty is slightly bigger than the other
Birthmarks
Fat areas
Bumps or discoloration
Cellulite
Sweat
Morning breath
Human flaws

If I have you naked in front of me and I am naked too, the only thing on my mind is where am I putting my mouth first

This turned me on

I need to like add this permanently to my blog, shit is too relevant

i love this

devynjaiden:

qbutch:

missmatie:

peanuhbutta:

This is realllllllllly weird lmao

This is really NORMAL.
Except we never see it-so it is terrifying and uncomfortable when it happens.
(Mostly because people would laugh or be unkind)

I own a sex shop. Once a woman bled on our chair during an interview. She was horrified and felt ashamed because it was in some way unprofessional. We weren’t bothered. We said ‘what better place to work on being ok with your body than at a feminist sex shop?’
Bleeding is normal and dealing with it is one of the most pervasive ways women are complicit in their silence.

Some men bleed too. How would you react to that? For many men who are Trans the act of bleeding is a security threat.

Fuck off with your lolz.

Reblogging again for above commentary ^^^^^

So happy that the above commentor included trans* men. 

samorchard:

I did a comic about marriage equality…
(Original: http://www.roostertailscomic.com/?p=1588)

samorchard:

I did a comic about marriage equality…

(Original: http://www.roostertailscomic.com/?p=1588)

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
Robert FulghumTrue Love (via stephaniesearches)