I wore my spiked jacket out to town and a young mum with her 4 year old son complimented me on it. She then turned towards her son and said “that’s how mummy used to dress, before she was opressed by THE MAN” I love that woman
We drank the elbow room.
Wandered into the wine glass.
Cradled the birds.You held my yellow dress
in your picnic hands.
A sun was in your eyes.
The kiss was warm and
soft.I could taste your teeth.
Your mouth was a thousand
mothers weeping.
We ate the sad sounds,
chewed them slow, shared
the broken.We danced the slow burn.
Tongued the wound.
Laid the blanket.All was well in the hunger,
in the wet grass.
I wore my spiked jacket out to town and a young mum with her 4 year old son complimented me on it. She then turned towards her son and said “that’s how mummy used to dress, before she was opressed by THE MAN” I love that woman
I wore my spiked jacket out to town and a young mum with her 4 year old son complimented me on it. She then turned towards her son and said “that’s how mummy used to dress, before she was opressed by THE MAN” I love that woman
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sure, a mature and intelligent 14 year old girl isn’t allowed to know she’s queer because “she’s a child” but my 4 month old nephew reaches out his hand towards a woman and he’s “a real ladykiller already”
I am not a fan of the language suggesting that the fourteen-year-old isn’t a child. She is.
The reason why people assign heterosexuality to infants isn’t because they see them as mature or intelligent. It’s because they see heterosexuality as not being inherently sexual. They recognize that little kids can have crushes with no sexual element. And what we need to fight for is for the right of queer sexualities to get that same recognition: for it to be okay for a fourteen-year-old girl to know she’s queer not because she’s especially mature for her age, but because there’s nothing unusually mature about having a crush on another girl.
This is good
my first joke i ever made was drawing a comic where two people are staring at a dress in the window of a store. one of them says “I would die for that dress” and the other says “i would kill for that dress” and then they look at each other awkwardly.
this was when i was like 6 and every day i wake up knowing I’ll never be able to top this, my magnum opus.
lips: soft
face: soft
hair: soft
heart: soft
lips: chapped
face: oily
hair: greasy
heart: clogged
Catch These Hands! with your hands. we’re holding hands now. this is nice
grandad built this house with his bare hands, kids. most people use bricks but not grandad. he thought hands were bricks.