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72. My brain is going to that bad place and I don't want to post it on my main blog because people know me in real life.

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 00:12:15 -0400

I was reading a post about anxiety and depression, and surprise, my mind was like yes, let’s go back down that road. Let’s stay a while. Let’s make you so unhappy with your current life situations and decisions that you tear up immediately and consider texting your old friend you always used to talk to about it that you need him again.

Or let’s fucking not.

Shit.

71. I want to lose my virginity to myself. Have your moment of laughter.

Fri, 07 Jun 2013 02:20:48 -0400

Now shut up and hear me out.

I don’t want a man to have the satisfaction of knowing he’s taken my virginity. Call it a power struggle, call it misandry (no, don’t), whatever you call it, I don’t want any man on this planet to be able to say he took my virginity. It’s not his to take.

It’s not his to take because I’ve claimed it already.

PLOT TWIST: I TOOK MY OWN VIRGINITY.

I mean, sex can be defined however you want it to be, so I’m thinking about all those times I used a bubble wand (you know those things at Walmart that are just a really long bubble thing? yeah) on myself and I think I get to define that as me taking my own virginity. Because I fucking said so. I mean there was penetration involved and that’s how I personally define heterosexual virginity loss, so there we go.

Side note: you can define “losing your virginity” however the fuck you want, and don’t let anybody tell you different. If you think it’s having oral sex, that’s fine. If you think it’s having an orgasm, that’s fine. Whatever you decide is fucking fine. If anyone ever tries to tell you otherwise, punch them in the face. It’s not their body and it’s not their decision.

I just became fiercely invested in this argument, wow. I guess I just hate when other people try to tell me about my body and my choices.

Side note 2: I have not had sex with another person. Sometimes I think I want to and then I remember the last time I slept in the same bed as a man and I want to throw up. He didn’t really do anything, I just didn’t like him. I think that’s a story for another day.

This post is really long, wow. Time to tag the shit out of it.

Oh yeah, side note 3: Not only is “popping your cherry” fucking nasty sounding, it’s hugely incorrect. Your hymen does not break (and if it does, you’re probably doing it wrong) it stretches. In a rare case, your hymen could cover the entire opening to your vagina, and I guess then it would get “popped,” but that’s the only way your cherry would ever pop. Hymen stretches. And if you don’t have sex for a long time, it’ll probably go back to how it was before you ever had sex. If you take it slow, and go through foreplay or use lube or something, your first time shouldn’t even really be that painful.

Last side note: you are always allowed to tell your partner to stop. If you’re half undressed and you want to stop, you can tell them to stop. If you are already having sex and you want to stop, you can tell them to stop. It is your body. You get to make the decisions. If you decide you don’t want to continue for any fucking reason, you can say so.

70. I tried to do a nice thing once, but I don't want to tell people because I don't want them to think I'm inflating my own ego.

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 13:54:00 -0400

Last winter I went to Starbucks with one of my friends when it was BOGO free on some sort of thing, so we got two frappucinos. Apparently when they made our order they accidentally made my drink as a hot drink instead, and so they remade mine and then gave us the extra drink. Since it was winter (and the midwest is fucking freezing in the winter) we decided to go drive around the city and see if we could find someone who looked like they could use a warm cup of coffee. I mean not like homeless necessarily, just someone who was in the elements and looked like they might appreciate some free warmth.

We didn’t end up finding anyone, which makes the story even more pointless, but it was still nice trying to do something nice, you know?

69. The fatter I get, the more confident I am?

Wed, 29 May 2013 23:53:41 -0400

I don’t get it at all. Like I’ve gained a metric fuckton of weight over the last two years (probs over like 60 pounds, I stopped keeping track) and I am just…I’m huge. I mean it could be a lot worse (okay I’m not that huge). I am rather large though.

But even though I’ve gained all this weight and look terrible and can’t wear half of my clothes…I’ve gained a lot of confidence in who I am. And like I care a lot less about whether or not people are judging my appearance, because I’m okay with me and that’s all I care about.

Idk man. I want to lose weight and all but it would really suck if the self-esteem went away too.

68. I'm not saying I'm a lesbian.

Wed, 29 May 2013 23:47:01 -0400

I’m really not. But I hate men so fucking much that I often wish I were a lesbian.

But you can’t tell that to people, because you can’t glorify homosexuality and the struggle and stuff because you aren’t actually a part of it, you know?

Shit though. Being a lesbian would be really convenient.

(See how insensitive that sounds? Ugh.)

Post Secret dropping some relevant confessions

Wed, 29 May 2013 23:43:30 -0400

Post Secret dropping some relevant confessions

67. Why are so many of my confessions as of late about men?!

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 10:01:09 -0400

Shit needsa stop.

Here’s one: one of my closest friends in the world does this thing.

We talk about feminism a lot but she’s also Catholic, and recently one of her facebook friends (who is an atheist) posted something that was offensive to women and also to religious people (I have no memory of what it was, unfortunately), and it bugged me because I’m a woman and it bugged her because she’s a woman but moreso because she’s a Catholic.

It just bothers me that things will eat at her in a feminist style until it comes to being religious and then it’s like she stops caring about it completely from that perspective because her faith is more important.

I could write a 15 page essay explaining my relationship with faith and religion and still not completely explain it, so I’ll just say I do believe in the Christian God, but I hate doing religious things (going to Church, living in any sort of religiously-dictated way, etc) and I’m not a big fan of religious people. That boy who was so recently in my life told me, “God is my rock,” and it completely turned me off from him. It feels weak, and I don’t know why it’s okay for me, but not a potential male suitor, but whatever.

I’m not even sure what this confession is about anymore. It’s like three in one. The religious friend, my religious life, and then the religious boy. Maybe that’ll help excuse the fact that I rarely post…oops.

66. And he owns a fedora.

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 13:58:34 -0400

You guys know me, that one kind of speaks for itself.

(It’s funny because none of you actually know me, just go along with it.)

65. I thought there was finally going to be someone in my life.

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 13:57:10 -0400

But it moved so quickly that I panicked. I couldn’t deal with how fast everything was happening, and I can’t believe I let everything that happened happen, you know?

I also realized there’s nobody I love more than myself, and I don’t need a man in my life right now. Also he judged me. My anxiety is non-negotiable, and if there are people that have any semblance of a problem with that, they can fuck right off.

“I’m not sure how I feel about being with a shy girl.”

Well, I’m not sure how I feel about being with an asshole who told me to try harder and that I have to face my fears, so how about no.

64. I guess I just liked the idea.

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 02:45:36 -0400

Nope.

63. AWKWARD THOUGH.

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 00:20:58 -0400

I say your name when I come.

I can help it, but I feel like I can’t. It makes it feel so much better.

Someone smack me, please.

62. Okay, but why do I like you so much?

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 00:20:05 -0400

Is it because we’ve been “friends” for so long?

Is it because you help me out when I’m in a rut?

Is it because you don’t want me and I always want what I can’t have?

Seriously, what the fuck am I doing with my life that I have somehow become attracted to you? I CANNOT EVEN.

61. I didn't fall for him, but

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 12:45:01 -0500

dayum. We really could have been friends if he weren’t so… He just seemed so nice, you know? Like he was this guy screwed over by his girlfriend who rarely got to see his daughter and it was tearing him up inside. I wanted to help. I wanted to be his friend.

He started ignoring me a bit. Whatever. People do that.

He badmouthed his ex a couple times. That’s understandable.

But then I posted something on my main blog about the nice guy myth and he sent me an ask about nice guys and the mythical friendzone and claimed he was a nice guy who got put in the friendzone a lot, but he was actually nice? Um, okay.

I sent him an ask yesterday asking if he liked fedoras, the number one trademark of assholery. His reply? He LOVES them.

Our friendship is over.

60. I haven't mentioned porn yet?

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 00:35:42 -0500

I gusta.

I mean, not a lot. I don’t look at it when I’m in my dorm room, but when I go home for holidays (erm), then, yeah, some nights I like it.

It’s not like it’s that big of a deal.

And by porn I mean amateur photo bloggers having sex. Not actual porn. Because that freaks me the fuck out.

59. I read post 58

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 00:25:01 -0500

and completely forgot for a second who I was even talking about.

I now like a guy who basically doesn’t know I exist. It’s awesome.

…

58. I feel like I have a secret agenda.

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 19:17:09 -0400

There’s this guy that I’ve been friends with for a long time (for me, at least), and we don’t hang out, just talk all the time. Even though I’ve never been attracted to him before (and that’s rare for me), and he’ll never be attracted to me, I feel like I want him really bad.

I don’t want to want him. I can’t even have him.

It’s fucking weird.

57. I have a secret mission

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 00:18:44 -0400

to get myself off in all of the academic buildings on campus before I graduate.

56. Weight loss blogs make me sad.

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 21:48:26 -0400

Not because I don’t think the blogger will lose weight, but because I can’t.

I could if I put my mind to it, but I’m shit at putting my mind to things, and I love food too much to diet.

I can’t decide whether I love myself more or less to know my limits.

55. I unfollow people that pin their posts.

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 21:44:02 -0400

Unless I really like them. Some Youtubers that have tumblrs pin their videos and I can deal, but when it’s not one of them…

*unfollow*

I also unfollow people that reblog things that promise you’ll gain followers. It’s never been about followers for me and I hate that there are blogs that only care about gaining more and more. What’s the point? If I have one, I’m happy. I don’t even know how many.

All I care about is that at least one person is reading. Just that one matters. The only reason I got a blog is to express my opinion and it doesn’t matter to me if one person hears it or a million people hear it. As long as it doesn’t go into oblivion never being heard.

For the record, I only tag my posts so I can find them later.

54. I hate fireworks.

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 21:39:55 -0400

We adopted a dog that completely wigs out when she hears them, and it always makes me feel really guilty when she’s around them because she’s so scared and helpless and I can’t do anything about it. So now whenever I hear them it makes me sad.

I never really liked them in the first place, honestly.