“My mistrust [of men] is not, as one might expect, primarily a result of the violent acts done on my body, nor the vicious humiliations done to my dignity. It is, instead, born of the multitude of mundane betrayals that mark my every relationship with a man—the casual rape joke, the use of a female slur, the careless demonization of the feminine in everyday conversation, the accusations of overreaction, the eye rolling and exasperated sighs in response to polite requests to please not use misogynist epithets in my presence.”
A bizarre feeling I get is when I think about other great aspects of my life, mostly my family, I have to remind myself I still have those, even though I don’t have this romantic relationship anymore. And it’s really, really comforting.
so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny white guy
1. Jumpstart End of Semester event. 2. Win ugly sweater contest. 3. Get on train to Salem. See old friends I miss a lot. 4. Party. 5. Get on train home. 6. Shower. I’ll need it. 7. Get on train to Boston. 8. See old friends I miss a lot. 9. Party.