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  1. Oh, I agree. But why do people need to be comforted about that? Because we (the oppressors) tell them what they feel is weird and not normal. We are controlling by the actual oppression and ALSO by forcing the hand of those oppressed, if they want to be ‘legitimized.’ Here, put yourself in a box so I can understand you, and figure out how to best control you. At least, that’s how it feels to me. 
I mean, let’s be real, everyone feels like a freak as an adolescent. And everyone wants to know there are people who feel the things they feel. And the idea that there is a DIVERSITY in the ways people look at love and lust is awesome. Finding just the right group as an adolescent is the best fucking feeling, but part of maturing is realizing that people are not so different and your (not YOU, in particular, just a general you) need to be the *most special snowflake* is not all that helpful to growing and changing.
I mean, that was pretty much the topic of my mid-life crisis: How can I stop being such a judgmental asshole.
And, I don’t, don’t, don’t begrudge people their labels. Life is hard, finding something that helps you feel good about being yourself, A-fucking-men. I just worry about the long-term consequences of using the oppressor’s playbook (the one that says we have to be one thing or the other), that’s all.

    Oh, I agree. But why do people need to be comforted about that? Because we (the oppressors) tell them what they feel is weird and not normal. We are controlling by the actual oppression and ALSO by forcing the hand of those oppressed, if they want to be ‘legitimized.’ Here, put yourself in a box so I can understand you, and figure out how to best control you. At least, that’s how it feels to me. 

    I mean, let’s be real, everyone feels like a freak as an adolescent. And everyone wants to know there are people who feel the things they feel. And the idea that there is a DIVERSITY in the ways people look at love and lust is awesome. Finding just the right group as an adolescent is the best fucking feeling, but part of maturing is realizing that people are not so different and your (not YOU, in particular, just a general you) need to be the *most special snowflake* is not all that helpful to growing and changing.

    I mean, that was pretty much the topic of my mid-life crisis: How can I stop being such a judgmental asshole.

    And, I don’t, don’t, don’t begrudge people their labels. Life is hard, finding something that helps you feel good about being yourself, A-fucking-men. I just worry about the long-term consequences of using the oppressor’s playbook (the one that says we have to be one thing or the other), that’s all.

  2. Heading to a James Bond themed auction. Unfortunately, you can’t see my octopus in this picture.

    Heading to a James Bond themed auction. Unfortunately, you can’t see my octopus in this picture.

  3. girl-detective:

    Suzy’s note reminded me that I haven’t done a parody song in ages, so I decided to release a special single just for the holidays. It’s a recording of me doing a duet with a special guest: The Internet! Enjoy. 

    (Instrumental accompaniment via Ameritz Karaoke Band)

    <3

  4. Rachel, marry me.

    Rachel, marry me.