Concept: I’m laying on your lap. You’re playing with my hair. Quilts and sweaters keep us warm. You’re happy. I’m not anxious or sad. Everything is okay.
Whenever I see breast cancer awareness campaigns that sexualize breasts/place the importance of breasts over the person suffering from breast cancer I remember this story I read on a cancer forum of a woman who had a double mastectomy and how a little after she got dropped off by her husband at the clinic for a checkup and he never came to pick her up, and how she eventually took a cab home and he had taken all his things and just LEFT
and multiple stories from other women who had mastectomies and how their husbands either left them, cheated on them, or were no longer attracted to them because they didn’t have a breast/breasts anymore. And that shit makes me so mad. You can argue all you want that they’re isolated cases but this is what happens when you put the importance on the sexualization of breasts over the well being of the survivor. The person suffering from cancer is ALWAYS, ALWAYS going to be more important. Treatment for cancer is so fucking difficult, it’s both physically and psychologically torturous and the fact that these people survived these ordeals only to deal with this misogynistic dehumanizing shit makes me want to fucking fight everyone. It makes me so goddamn mad.
It’s breast cancer awareness month so I’m bringing this back. Fuck your “save the tata’s” shirt; save, support, and love the people fighting this awful disease. They are so beautiful and so, so important and deserving with or without breasts.
so at what age do I stop getting excited when I notice I’ve made a rhyme unintentionally while speaking
How my littleness communicates
- Baby voice
- Giggles
- Quivering lips and pouty faces
- Puppy whimpers, kitty mews
- Lots of “No~!” for the fun of saying no
- Nonstop babbling about exciting adventures (do I even breathe?)
- Shy mumbles, excited squeals
- Sleepy “uh-huhs”
- Frustrated “Waaahs!”
When I start doing lots of those things I know I’m in a more littleish mood. =)
Describe my blog in terms of “came for the _____, stayed for the _____”
why polyamory is great
-more than one person to buy me cute undies
-more kisses
-more cuddles
-more kisses
-more kisses
-cuddle sandwich at night
-even more kisses
-more than one person to spoil me with nice bath and body products
me: i have 3 things to do, but only 1 time
me: i could just pick 1 thing to do
brain: do 0 things
me: why?
brain: You Gotta





