- Home Depot Employee (HDE): So, what're you getting clear adhesive sealant for, bathroom DIY project?
- Me: Nope, uh, I need to make pigtails that stick out at a gravity-defying angle.
- HDE: You know, this never happened until the Hobby Lobby opened next door, and now it's happening with increasing frequency.
I usually don’t reblog stuff like this because this is my art blog but this hit close to home and reminded me of so many conversations that made me feel like garbage.
It always makes me see red when I see lesbians (and gay men) treating bisexuals this way. I don’t think I can even type too much more without quickly reaching a point where I just smash my head into the keyboard.
"Women read comics. Anyone at all engaged in social media knows this. Women read comics and are a driving force behind fandom. I think I could call them the driving force behind fandom and put up a convincing argument. Just think about it: what fandoms have driven America crazy in the last decade? Could anyone dissuade me from saying that they were Harry Potter, Twilight and the Hunger Games? “Avatar” may have put butts in theater seats, but you don’t hear about it… ever. No one is immersed in the world of “Avatar” except James Cameron and people who enjoy wearing Na’vi Zentai suits. “The Avengers” was pretty darn huge and, if Tumblr is any indication, a whopping portion of the people driving that fandom online do not possess a Y chromosome. Women engage in fandom to levels that men do not. When women get behind something, their sheer numbers and passion force it into the mainstream. That’s why you can name the actor who plays that werewolf kid in “Twilight” and probably sing at least the chorus to one Justin Bieber song. What do tween boys like? I have no clue. Sports? Probably sports."
and yet men remain the most marketed demographic for just about everything.
I’m pretty sure the only men who spend more time thinking about DC than women on Tumblr are the men who actually work there.
people still act fucking surprised when women show up for genre shit
“What do tween boys like? I have no clue.”
Xena’s amazing costumes.
SHE HAS THE MOST PERFECT WARDROBE EVER :D
Still love the “samurai” costume. So impractical, but so bloody sexy.
They didn’t always make sense but Xena is as close as I think we’ll ever get to a wonder woman TV show.
my dad and aunt used to make me watch xena with them
id get up on the couch with a frisbee and bounce around pretending to kill people with it sometimes my dad would join me … not in the bouncing, he usually died or carried me around (died a lot)
Oh Xena, you’re back on my tumblr again.
Bless this post.
We Eat an Apple In My Bed
We’ve been kissing for months. Three times a week our toothbrushes share a chipped porcelain mug in my bathroom. As my lips reach for the juice falling from her laugh, her mom calls. I listen as she talks about Biology, her new job, asks about her sister. Her eyes drop as she whispers, No, I still don’t have a boyfriend.
On cue, I stop chewing. She looks at me, waiting for my face to flush, for me to tear from the bed, but I won’t get mad at her. She shouldn’t have to explain why we can’t go swimming in public, why I don’t own a razor, why she doesn’t need to buy birth control. She hangs up the phone; I pick up the fruit, tell her Apparently, there’s a tiny amount of cyanide in apple seeds.
She shrugs, says she can handle a little danger, but I’ve studied how her dimples disappear when she lies, and I know she’s thinking about a man she could parade around her family, who could kiss her scratchy with stubble. The kind of man I’ll never be.
She squeezes my hand in the movie theater dark but tosses it to the side in front of her friends. Says she just needs time. She walks on the sidewalk. I walk in the street. She closes the door. I kiss it goodnight. She goes home for Thanksgiving. I promise not to call.
If I were a postcard, she could hide me in her pocket. If I were clay, she could mold my body into something easier to love. If I were the guy who sells her a cup of coffee every morning. I could smile at her anonymously, safe as a stranger.
She kisses down my neck, my peel hiding the rotten fruit inside me. As I tell her about the cyanide, her head resting on my chest, she talks about cider, autumn pies. See, she says, Apples are harmless. But she saves the last bites for me, scared to let her lips wander too close to the core.
(From my new book, What the Night Demands, available HERE)
- 1/4 of tumblr: OH MY GOD GUYS THEY ARE GOING TO BUY TUMBLR
- 1/4 of tumblr: OH MY GOD THEY BOUGHT TUMBLR AND ARE GOING TO CHANGE EVERYTHING
- 1/4 of tumblr: WHO THE FUCK CARES, THEY AREN'T CHANGING ANYTHING ANYWAYS
- 1/4 of tumblr: yo wtf how is this fucking site 1.1billion dollars we literally post porn and doctor who all day