They told me that to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh. But everytime she laughs, I’m the one who falls in love.
We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire weapons and ammunition they desire.
Too often we honor swagger and bluster and the wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach nonviolence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them.
Some looks for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear; violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleaning of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.
Heterosexism: Making the entire LGBTQ* community battle over the one queer spot on our favorite television.
It’s like the fucking Hunger Games.
Men have called me a man-hater, a feminazi, frigid, a bitch… but in my mind it always translates as “You don’t need me to validate your existence, and that scares me.
Is anyone else completely terrified by the concept that you could, someday, meet someone who actually genuinely wants to spend the rest of their life in love with you?