lord byron did some wicked shit in his life but my favorite anecdote about him is how he was really upset about Trinity College’s policy against dogs so he kept a goddamn tamed bear as a fucking pet and the college couldn’t do anything about it because they didn’t say anything about bears
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
“Men should be offended when someone claims that women should prevent rape by not wearing certain things or not going certain places or not acting in a certain way. That line of thinking presumes that you are incapable of control. That you are so base and uncivilized that it takes extraordinary effort for you to walk down the street without raping someone. That you require certain dress code be maintained, that certain behaviors be employed so that maybe today, just maybe, you won’t rape someone. It presumes that your natural state is rapist.”—
EGG-ZACTLY; I’ve never raped a woman in my forty-one years of life.
Nope; I’ve never even had the impulse to rape anyone in my forty-one years of life.
Maybe fantasized about some spontaneous sex - where the other party is accepting to my overtures, and we’re both intuitively skillful at pleasing one another, and no one gets caught up in clothes while disrobing, or pulls anyone’s hair, or gets a cramp, or…
And I’ll be honest, I’ve ACTED on those fantasies a few times, and once or twice, the person I already knew quite well WAS in an amenable mood, and it led to some fun, but…
…but a lot of the time even propositioning my girlfriend->fiancee ->wife would result in a ‘no’.
AND THAT WOULD BE THAT.
END OF STORY.
I was fine with the (trivial) rejection, went along with my life, and was perfectly content with that.
Why does society seem to want to cast me, someone who actually gives a FLYING FUCK about other people, and who puts others before himself as such an aberration?!? I was raised on your fucking rules, and now you make me look like a FREAK FOR OBEYING THEM?!?
(makes me wanna go off and be a hermit with no human contact…just after I release a lethal virus sure to spread to pandemic levels and bring about a much-needed extinction event…)
well actually it’s not grammatically correct to use “they” pronouns for a single person so no, I’m not going to call anyone th—*several thousand bees land on me, covering my body from head to toe, and begin vibrating their flight muscles rapidly to raise their internal temperature thus cooking me alive between them*
If I’m speaking about an individual in the third person, and I don’t know anything about them at all, I’m going to use “(s)he”.
Sorry that the rules of the language don’t default to your preference; let me know what it is, and I address you as that, instead, but don’t jump down my throat because I’m not referring to you by a term that is NOT the accepted standard.
If you wanna CHANGE the accepted standard, cool. Living languages DO evolve and adapt, just be patient; how long ago was it that we were using “thou” and “ye” in everyday language?