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I don’t care why I’m queer.
I don’t care why you’re queer (or not).
I don’t care how (if?) our brains cause us to be this way.
I don’t want anyone to research why I’m queer.
If they research it, they’ll find a cause. If they find a cause, they’ll look for a cure.
repeat after me
- there’s nothing “slutty” or inherently wrong about posting nudes for attention
- wanting attention is okay
- being proud of your body is a beautiful thing
- let’s stop perpetuating the idea that being open with your body/sexuality is somehow a shameful or negative thing because it isn’t
- and if that makes me slutty or shameful then good i want to be the sluttiest slut of them ALL
- kiss my cute butt
that is actually a perfect description
Woo Woo keeps walking around the house whispering “I know.” But he won’t tell us what he knows…
i swear to god I’m such a low maintenance friend like you could have not spoken to me for months and ill still be like yEAH FRIEND HI
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.
You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.
As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.”-
No I fucking LOVE this.
i’ve been feeling rly sluggish and a little down, so just to motivate myself and remind myself
call me fat all you want but I’m the one sitting here loving myself while eating baked goods who’s really winning
I feel hollow.