I am a proud Demisexual! And I always have a hard time explaining it to other people, let alone myself some times? But this makes it really easy ^^ please reblog and share this.
This is neat; I like it.
FINALLY AN EDUCATIONAL GRAPHIC THAT USES THE DEFINITION OF BISEXUAL THAT I ACTUALLY IDENTIFY WITH
when i was 12 i made a deal with my dad that if i didn’t date until i was 16 he’d owe me $100 AND I FUCKING REMEMBERED THE OTHER DAY AND MY DAD SAID IT WAS "RIDICULOUS ENOUGH TO BE TRUE" HE’S ACTUALLY GONNA GIVE ME $100
so my dad come home today and was like “katie i did it i got your money”
he gave me 100 one dollar bills
my dad gave me 100 one dollar bills
i can pretend to be a super star
i am a queen
i made it rain on my mom
gay marriage is only legal in 18 countries but being gay is a crime in 83 countries like i’d literally be breaking the law just by LIVING in 83 countries in the world but yeah go on tell me again how “homophobia isn’t even a big deal anymore” thanks
We went to this burger place for lunch (turned out to be a drag bar which was shitty in other ways) but the walls were papered with rolling stones covers and it just really becomes obvious when you see lots of magazine covers next to each other that men are treated as people and women are treated as objects.
THIS PROVES MY POINT SO HARD IT SMASHES YOU IN THE TEETH
GOSH DARN IT I HOPE YOU FEEL THE SLAP IN YOUR FACE
"Stranded on the Moon, High on Blur, and Watching World War 3 Destroy the Earth"
Funding for the International Moon Base had hit an all-time low.
Though it was long his childhood dream to live upon the moon, the missions have become longer, rations and supplies scarcer, and a quirk in the rotations schedule has left him alone upon the moon for the last 8 months.
He’s now nothing more than a glorified caretaker of an expensive relic that no one wants to pay for.
To pass the time, he has developed a strong addiction to “Blur”— an opiate-like hallucinogen administered through an eye dropper that creates warm soothing visions for hours a dose.
He rationalizes his addiction by telling himself that the drug causes him to breathe less of the air supply, and eat less food… which are both true, but only helps obscure the lie.
Month after month, the scheduled date to bring him back to Earth is pushed out further into the future as a tense political climate back home has made him a low priority. 8 months in solitude on the moon become 12, and then 16. In month 18, World War 3 erupts across the globe.
He watches the bombs destroy everything he once loved all through the blissful haze of Blur induced visions. The indescribable mix of sheer horror and pleasure will haunt him for the rest of his days.
By month 34, he is the last human in the galaxy.