there’s something charming, sometimes, about a bed that sits on the floor. i don’t know why, and i certainly don’t think that it’s inherently telling. but it often gives the impression that maybe a person doesn’t have their shit completely together. i like that.
THIS IS SO CUTE OH MY GOSH IT’S SO HAPPY AND THERE ARE SO MANY BALLS TO CHOOSE FROM AND THEN IN THE END IT’S JUST SO OVERWHELMED WITH HAPPINESS IT HAS TO LEAVEnope. i definitely can’t.
How to tell if you live in a misogynistic, heteropatriarchal society? Do people— especially men— shame, denigrate and dehumanize (and rape, abuse, exploit, abduct and even murder) women who are or used be sex-workers, even though they— males— “love” the sex-industry?