jere for the millionth time: i'm so lonely 😩🥺
his girlfriend, literally right there filming his nonsense:
156 notes
·
View notes
"platonic soulmate" sounds, to me, an awful lot like doing all the work of being someone's wife and then not getting all the benefits - someone to hold you when you're sad or sick or just need a cuddle, someone to do half the chores, someone who makes you feel special, makes you laugh, takes care of you, listens to you and takes your feelings seriously, who takes your side, who puts the time and effort and love in to learn to fuck you just right
i'm not sure how it's more "feminist" and "pure" to imagine a woman getting a raw deal like that. or why another man or woman (if she's queer) would put up with her giving all of that wife-y care and time and passion (for minimum 14-16+ hours out of 24, six days a week) and energy away to a "platonic soulmate"
how is that more feminist than a woman wanting and then getting what she wants and all the pleasures and costs that come with it? why is only paying the cost and not getting the full deal inherently purer?
anyway here's Wonderwall Sappho (translated by Anne Carson)
because I prayed
this word:
I want
174 notes
·
View notes
Glory be to God
I am not religious however I serve a God, a Goddess.
My “enemies” are most definitely my footstool.
I love starting my mornings with giving gratitude and grace to myself. Giving myself grace to have a productive day without hustling to complete a lot of tasks.
The grace to stumble and fall victim to low moments or negative thoughts. I express gratitude for the strength and discernment which allows me to bounce back in a timely fashion.
This morning, I am grateful for the struggle love couple I’ve talked about awhile ago. To the girlfriend who spat at me,thank you. Your actions are an example I would forever use to teach feminines that you are not your boyfriend’s guard dog. He should never deploy you to attack anyone.
To the boyfriend, I am most grateful for you. Thank you for rolling down your window and saying nasty words to me. All in front of a church. A black church…
You both allowed me to receive a coat from the church members, something I haven’t had in over two years despite NYC’s harsh winters.
In addition, the church member(s) provided me with sweaters, hoodies, pajamas, socks, underwear, sneakers and hygiene products.
Prior to this, I was wearing clothes that had holes in it because it was all I had. For at least a year. I didn’t even have sneakers or boots. I was wearing house slippers outside, rain, snow or shine.
Finally, I am most grateful for my theology journey. Both this blog and my real life experiences has brought me closer to God(dess). The anons who take it upon themselves to tell me I’m mean, God is using you as my footstool to teach people how your judgements are a reflection of yourself.
My aunt and mother tried to sabotage and destroy me. They are the footstools for @teentoospoiled which allows me to teach feminines guidance they’re not receiving from their own mothers, aunts and other feminine authority figures.
My sassy 💁♂️ ass brother pushed past my ex mother to try to hit me AFTER his cousin in law choked me and punched my face, trying to break my jaw. BOTH of these violent men are the footstools for B2B, which directs feminines how to date and leave low quality, raggedy men with their reciprocals: wounded feminines.
Imagine trying to knock me down a few notches only to be turning up the heat. Whew, Glory be to God
46 notes
·
View notes