Um yeah

Who has time to be embarrassed?

Leaving this place will be tough. I never thought it wouldn’t be. I’ve lived here my entire life and all the people I care about are here. 

But, I will do it and I will thank myself. That’s all I know.

Virgin or not does it fucking (hahah pun) matter?

Honestly okay this has really been bothering me for a while. I see all these “virgin and proud omg we’re like unicorns haha ha ha ahaa” posts from people who are proud to be virgins. Which is cool. But, like, it’s cool if you’re not too.

I’m tired of people who have never had sex shaming those who have. And vice-versa. It doesn’t matter. It’s not like one person’s right and the other’s wrong. It’s not like virgins have an extra arm that falls off when they first have sex. 

Virgin or not, who cares? I don’t! 

whoneedsfeminism: I need feminism because no one (of any gender) has the right to make assumptions about me or my moral character just because I’M A STRIPPER. —Don’t assume you can just grab my butt (on or off the clock). —Don’t assume you know about my sexual practices. —Don’t say I have STDS without actually seeing my medical records (even as a joke). —Don’t say I strip for drug money. —Don’t assume I strip just to pay my way through school (stripping is a job like any other and doesn’t need some sort of other justification for why I choose to do it). —Don’t bar me from any future careers just because I once chose to work in the adult entertainment industry at one point in my life. —Don’t ask me if “my parents know what I’m doing” because yea, they do. —Don’t assume I can’t be a feminist AND a stripper. Feminism is about CHOICE.

whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism because no one (of any gender) has the right to make assumptions about me or my moral character just because I’M A STRIPPER.

—Don’t assume you can just grab my butt (on or off the clock).

—Don’t assume you know about my sexual practices.

—Don’t say I have STDS without actually seeing my medical records (even as a joke).

—Don’t say I strip for drug money.

—Don’t assume I strip just to pay my way through school (stripping is a job like any other and doesn’t need some sort of other justification for why I choose to do it).

—Don’t bar me from any future careers just because I once chose to work in the adult entertainment industry at one point in my life.

—Don’t ask me if “my parents know what I’m doing” because yea, they do.

—Don’t assume I can’t be a feminist AND a stripper. Feminism is about CHOICE.

whoneedsfeminism: I need feminism because of this ——> “Esquire Editor Explains: Women Are ‘There to Be Beautiful Objects.’

whoneedsfeminism:

I need feminism because of this ——> “Esquire Editor Explains: Women Are ‘There to Be Beautiful Objects.’

Everyone should really reallyreally watch this okay now go

Puke

Okay, well I haven’t really been myself lately. My hormones have jumped ship and decided to go apeshit inside of my body and make me puke every morning like a pregnant lady except I’m not and they gave me a 14 day period that literally ended yesterday and holy god it was not fun. No it was not. Not at all. 

Anyway, usually I’d consider myself pretty outgoing and whatever because I really like people. I just do. I like talking to different people and seeing different interests and I think it’s so awesome that all of our minds work so differently and we all see the world different ways. But, my hormones have left me feeling like a pile o’ poo and I just don’t really feel like talking to anyone. I don’t feel like pretending to care about anything because my body has turned against me and I’m just not really in a talkative caring mood, okay?

I’m just trying to be human, ya know?

I’m nearing the end of high school and thank god for that. The beginning of this year I was all “ohh booohhooo high school’s ending crycrytearsadblah” but now I’m more along the lines of “holy shit can time go any slower? I’m so done with these hallways. I hate these hallways. How can anyone walk down these hallways without wanting to puke?! Fuck these hallways. Goddamn.”

It’s funny because I’m taking like 5 study halls this semester and have no real classes also I skip a day of school at least once every other week, sometimes once a week but I still haven’t received a truancy letter so I guess I’m in the clear! 

I’m just ready for a new chapter of my life. High-school wasn’t great for me, but it wasn’t horrible for me, either. It was just school. I went to school then went home everyday. I’ve led a pretty non-exciting high school career. I’ve attended no real parties and have taken only the minimum amount of required  credits/classes. I’m not even taking a math or science class this year. Well, that’s not true. I took a CSI class last semester but all we ever did was watch CSI: Miami and do an autopsy on a pickle so I don’t think that really counts.

Well. That’s it. I’m not feelin’ so bubbly right now and that’s cool though because that’s life and if I don’t accept the fact that I feel like shit when I do how will I actually be able to tell when I’m happy? blahh blahh ballbdghfj puke bye