The name is Rachael and mild bitching about minor inconveniences is my game. I'm old enough to vote and drink, but not old enough to join the House of Representatives. I watch more television shows and movies than is healthy and my musical taste is sporadic at best. I fancy myself as a writer and a singer.
And unfortunately, I'm laboring under the delusion that I am witty.
What I Look Like.
If you are a man who thinks it’s funny to make misogynist jokes purely to make your female friends uncomfortable/angry, then you are a misogynist. It is not “just a joke.” You literally are finding humor in the discomfort and dehumanization of women. You are not helping, you are not making satire. You are just being misogynist.
What you do on your own time’s just fine.
My imagination’s much worse, I just never want to know.
And what meant the world had folded
like legs and fingers holding onto what escapes me;
what he has: a better kiss that never lasts.
I just had a straight guy tell me “Gah I love lesbians” and before I could even say anything, he added, “because, ya know, they like the same thing I do and sometimes it’s nice to get advice from a girl instead of guys who think making love is just repeatedly putting your dick in something, ya know?” And I have never been more proud of the human race.