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denying equal rights to another group of human beings based on your religious beliefs is still called bigotry.
i love hate people.
I wonder if that dancing white douchenozzle in the center of this photo has ever experienced a day of persecution in his fucking life.
Perhaps if he was gay, or a Muslim, or poor, he has been persecuted. And the fact is, he could be any of those people I just described — and if so, we’re not going to judge him.
But, taking his celebratory stance and that smug, shit-eating grin on his face, we’re gonna guess that he’s just another privileged white upper-middle-class hetero fuckwad who just loves him some Chick-Fil-A and soda and hey man, fuck those oversensitive gay people.
It’s funny to make light of things that people have to struggle against on a daily basis — things that they shouldn’t have to struggle against. Namely, indiscriminate, irrational hatred.
And Mr. Fuckwad in his Old Navy tee and wrinkled khaki shorts is doing his little dance and he’s proud that he’s taken a stand for that hatred. The First Amendment makes it okay! God says so! Mike Huckabee says so!
He’s pathetic. And to anyone else in this photo who was there to patronize this business and other Chick-Fil-A franchises around the country on this stupid “appreciation day,” I have only one wish: that those fuckers behind the counter wiped their asses and didn’t wash their hands before serving you those shit fucking chicken sandwiches.
Congratulations on being the proud, hateful, homophobic pricks that you are.
i really need more lesbians in my life.
Higher testosterone levels during fetal development are associated with a lower 2D:4D ratio, while higher estrogen levels are connected with a higher one. Most men have index fingers that are shorter (low ratio) than their ring fingers, while most women’s index fingers are the same size or longer (high ratio) than their ring fingers. Research has shown, however, that lesbians and female-to-male transgendered people are more likely to have more “male” ratios.
This started out about penis size, then turned into my finger length telling me I am gay. Interesting enough article though.
help vs. hurt
i am trying to figure out where the line is, and where i am in relation.
my girlfriend, my lover, my best friend, the woman i want to share my life with, just broke up with me.
she struggles with an internal battle about what is right and wrong, according to her religious views.
i love her so much, and although we are not together, we are still living as if we are, we are still doing everything the same. i love her enough to be her companion, life partner, whatever you want to call it, even if we are not in a physical relationship.
so my question is, is it helping or hurting either of us, to be together but not be calling it what it is. we are living a lie, but living it out of love for each other.
is this wrong? is this dangerous?
what the fuck am i supposed to say to a little sister who says, “i wish you weren’t [gay].” and “you were NOT mean to be gay.”
bullshit religion that teaches hatred and disapproval. what are fellow humans if not equals?
this is awesome. thank you sf police department for standing up for those who don’t get enough support.
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(Source: youredarrenfreakingpotter)
best dream ever.
so i tend to have pretty awesome dreams. but this morning when i was between sleep and actually getting out of bed, i had the best dream ever. this time of morning is my favorite for dreaming. i assume this is true for a lot of other people too because of the sleep cycle we find ourselves in. well here is my dream, i hope you enjoy it.
my girlfriend and i were are the hardware store, like usual, being a couple of dykes. we were shopping around for things, nothing of importance… two big rounds from a tree, and some other random things. we checked out and got out to the truck to load it. i left the door open while i was loading things in the back. well someone honked at me because they wanted to pull in to the spot next to me. so i go and shut the door and notice who it is…
clint eastwood. yep, he shops at the same hardware store as us. no big deal. so i shut the door and we start talking like we have known each other forever. we are just shooting the shit, but he has to go in and get his things, so we say goodbye and he starts walking away. when he turns, and says to rebekah, “shade your hair with more red in it. it will make you look like a warmer person.” and with a little hint of funny attitude he adds, “and you will pick up more chicks.” then he turns and walks away.
of course in my dream i bust out laughing and yell to him on his way in, “love you!”
so i woke up and turned to my girlfriend right away to tell her. being a closted lesbian means she doesn’t believe how gay she is. i tell her often “that is gay” or “you look so gay” but she refuses to accept it. i don’t mean these things in a negative way at all, but she tends to take them that way.
well when i woke up i told her that clint eastwood called her gay. she was only slightly amused.
…while discussing lunch options….
“want to get mexican food?”
-me
“yeah sounds delish!”
-gf
“awesome, tacos? because i know you love to eat tacos. and you know i love to eat them too.”
-me
“and you know what’s even better?! when we eat them together!”
-gfthis was so funny because she didn’t get why I was so amused…
