I’ve figured out another reason I can’t masturbate. I can’t stand tension. Any time I like someone I just cut to the damn chase, digging in to figure out what’s going to happen next. Hope makes for better masturbatory fantasies than disappointment. It’s all part of my trouble living in the present. It’s always about what’s next for me. Which is the opposite of sexy.
And now, some links.
Paternalistic sexism from government!
“DOESN’T MATTER IF U SLEEP WITH SOMEONE ON THE FIRST DATE BUT HOLD ON TIGHT TO UR NETFLIX PASSWORD THEY NEED TO WORK FOR THAT ONE”
@evepeyser is becoming one of my favorite writers but fuck her for it because she’s like 12 years old.
This bitch had a great tirade Monday about men in bitcoin.
This tweet began a good conversation with a Mercatus person.
I finally met Avens O’Brien. She smells amazing.
“In this cultural moment where powerful, mainstream Black artists like Beyoncé are telling their stories on their own terms, the white people who controlled the narrative — including how and when Black stories have been told — for the past 400 years need to sit back, shut up, and listen, listen, listen. You don’t like how white people are being portrayed? Spend some time thinking about why Black artists are portraying white people that way instead of demanding they adjust their stories to conform to your self-image as “the good guy.” We are not the heroes in these stories. We are not the intended audience. We are irrelevant, and there’s nothing people in power hate more than to be made irrelevant, but the fact remains that these are Black stories, by, for, and about Black people. You don’t like it? Don’t watch. But I recommend that you do, and give it some real thought. This is their truth. You do not get to dictate how Black artists see or portray their own lives.”