do u wanna take a bath together and give each other bubble beards
In case you are a fan of same sex unions, weddings in general, or are just really itching to know what I look like (or my wife, as I haven’t posted a picture of her yet [she’s the adorable one in the suspenders]) here’s the promised wedding picture spam.
Best day of my life.
Okay, but see here’s the thing. I want all of you to understand this thing:
I posted these wedding photos because this was the most amazing day of my life. I’ve been married for about two months, and goddammit, it has been just the best, you know? Like, this woman, in these photographs? She’s incredible. She’s unreal. She’s kind and she’s thoughtful and she’s everything I never thought I deserved. She’s the woman who I get to spend the rest of my ridiculously lucky life with.
It’s so simple to me, to us.
But it’s so complicated to so much of the world. She and I can’t walk into the grocery store holding hands. I get tight-lipped when someone compliments my ring at work because I can’t determine if they are going to be “cool” with it or not. If they’ll report me for being “inappropriate” in our online survey. Again. My wife was fired from a job as a driver for a children’s occupational therapist because her boss saw us kiss at the mall— because she couldn’t have “that kind of person” around children. I walked myself down the aisle at my wedding because a church told my parents that it wasn’t possible for them to attend my wedding.
And we’ve had it so easy! Our lives have been blissfully carefree compared to so many. We have the most amazing friends and family and life is pretty fucking sweet.
But here’s the thing I wanted to tell you. This post I made, to try to just share my little square of happiness with my little square of the internet, has literally tens of thousands of notes. Tens of thousands. I’ve gained hundreds of followers and my inbox runneth over. And not a single message I’ve received, not a single reblog that I have been able to find, has had anything to say but amazing, beautiful, kind words of congratulations. No bullying. No trolling. No inappropriate offers or lewd remarks. Out of tens of thousands.
That’s not something I’m used to. It’s not something anyone in the LGBTQ community is used to.
Do you even get how amazing you are? You, the denizens of Tumblr. Do you understand that? I am so exceedingly proud of you, you wacky kids. You are all such incredible people, with such kind and open hearts, and I wish I could hug each and every one of your necks.
So if you are having any sort of rough day, please know that there is this tiny lesbian couple in northeast America who likes you just a whole lot, okay? You’ve overwhelmed us.
Thank you. We love you.
a commission of scourge sisters for seductivecarrots! (thank you for commissioning me, this was a lot of fun to draw!)
I was mucking around with Audacity, listening to songs in reverse. For the fun of it, I put on everyone’s favorite song, Blurred Lines. And shockingly, I heard something I had never expected to hear. Robin Thicke was fooling us this whole time. He wasn’t trying to be misogynistic, he wanted us to listen closer to the song and understand that he in fact does believe his lady partner needs to be treated with the utmost respect.
You might find it VERY hard to believe, but I implore you to listen very closely (with headphones if you can, because it can be hard to hear). The message I’m talking about comes in around the 30 second mark.
After the 30sec mark I just kind of stared at my wall for the rest of the song trying to accept what I just heard.
This is so important.
cuddling Karnaya as requested ‘v’
1) I’m glad you like it too!! She’s been wanting to change her name to something that suited her better for years, and Harper was the percet choice :) I’m thinking of possibly making a name change myself (might as well if I’m going to write and need a pen-name anyway). She’ll be Harper Rose and I’ll be Alice Louise (so I can keep the Ali without the weight of the Alexandrea - long story). And when we get married we’ll both be Barrie’s :3
2) I’d almost forgotten how much fun brainstorming with you was!! We haven’t really done this together since I was woring on Ill, haha. It’s so nice to get an opinion I value so much on the things I’m working on ♥
3) I’m glad you’re benefitting from them, that makes me really happy :) I was kind of afraid I would start pissing people off if I kept posting, so the tag should help if anyone doesn’t want to see them. But I’m not going to stop altogether to make other people happy. Like I said, this is my main blog, and it’s personal, and these things are super important to me. I’m glad they can be good and helpful for you too~
My girlfriend is changing her name to Harper and so as a reflection of that you’ve probably seen me referring to her as both Taffy and Harper interchangably. I’m just making note that from here on out I’ll probably be calling her Harper, not Taffy, so in case anyone’s getting the feeling that I’m a two-timing scumbag weirdo I assure you that’s not the case. Harper and Taffy are both the same gorgeous, wonderful blonde you see here:
But due to her confidence in the name Harper, I want to show her my support for her personal identity and my love of her new name :) I’ll probably continue to use the tag “bb ♥’s taffy” when I make posts about her, but when I talk about her it’s going to be Harper. This has been a psa.
Ugh, that happened to me too. I think I was around the same age at the time as well. This time I was drawing nudes because I like them, lol. But the other time it was moreso just a beginning sketch of like, the body and whatever so I had a form to start with, and she teased me relentlessly about it. Like dude, it’s art. You can’t be squeamish about those nudes.
someone on facebook posted this intending it to be negative but instead it’s INCREDIBLE. go girl scouts
Samoas and tag alongs feel less like just delicious cookies and more like wonderful sweet steps in the right direction now.
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
you decide how you define your gender and sexual and romantic orientations
you decide which pronouns are right for you
you decide how to present yourself and what to do with your own body
you decide the terms of your relationships with other people and reserve the right to cut them off if they are harmful or invalidating
you decide how you relate to your identities on any given day because these things aren’t always unmalleable
you decide your comfort zone, you decide your limits, you decide how you do you
and forget anyone who tries to tell you otherwise, for real.
If you’re getting tired of all the demisexual/sex stuff in general, you can ts “bb’s sex stuff” and it’ll all disappear. I just went back and tagged my old posts, and will continue to tag anything personal like that as such from here on out. So if those things don’t float your boat, you don’t have to see ‘em.