For those of you who don’t know what Christmas is, it’s like a Christian Eid al Adha :)
you know when you’re honing a personal statement and you’re FINALLY hitting the core meaty argument of what you really want to say and you start fuckin… crying not because you think your writing is particularly beautiful but because you’re just confirming to yourself “yes yes yes yes this is it, this is the thing I really care about, here it is, IT IS BORN”
One of my letter of recommendation writers has ghosted me days before my grad school applications are due, tons of other folks I wanted to ask could not be reached now that we’re on winter break, so I posted a sad desperate ask for a last minute letter writer on Instagram… and had not one but FOUR extremely generous friends/coworkers past and present step up to offer help
I am so grateful good fucking lord I am surrounded by so many people who are so generous and caring with their time and effort and I need to remember it’s gonna be okay, at the end of the day I am One Lucky Binch
I have been waking up in a near panic multiple times a night over the last week just literally having nightmares of never getting my applications in and oh my god I’m actually going to S L E E P tonight thanks to these folks, I can tell you that much
how i painfully and carefully told friends from college that my ex was physically and psychologically abusive to me for three years, and to at least one other woman that they knew, and asked them to consider that before inviting both of us to various things
and then said friends get married and invite him to the wedding and n o t m e
it’s not that I wanna go to everyone’s damn wedding, i can happily sit back and see friends get married from afar and feel very good warm feelings for them
it’s that it really fucking hurts to see the people you were close with choosing to celebrate this time with the guy who hit you and told you to kill yourself and harassed you and punched you off the bed in the middle of sleep and berated constantly
makes you wonder if they think you’re somehow worse than that, or if he’s lied to them about me
one of my major anxieties is that my abusive ex would try to isolate me by telling people absolutely wacko made up bullshit about me, which he had threatened to do a couple times. abusers frequently do try to ruin victims’ reputations and i really really really really was afraid he’d do this to me, because we both live in the same city with an everyone-knows-everyone feel
it’s been years since i got out and dumped him, but i wonder if it has been happening and i’m just so so so so so so so so fucking sad to see these people who i thought maybe would trust me decide that instead a serial abuser is probably worth inviting to the wedding
i can’t decide what’s worse, him possibly lying about me, or them just not wanting it to be “awkward” and inviting the abuser anyway
Welllllllllllllll periods suck(trust me, I was emotionally close with a woman, in fact close enough to feel her goddamn periods. Fuck I fucking hated it, men, don’t get that attached. Be supportive, feed her ice cream and whatever else she asks for, but don’t get attached enough to feel them. It’s not worth it.
Anyway, I hate to be callous but that’s just your body telling you to hurry up and get pregnant. Of course birth control also makes them not as bad, depending on what kind. Of course you find out that there’s more kinds of birth control than there are types of oil, which is a pain. There are more period blood containment things(yes, tht includes tampons, pads, cups, etc.) than there are types of oil according to my dad who actually knows his shit about the oil,saying there’s like 4 types.(Yes, talking about motor oil here)
So ladies, find what’s right for you. Ask a doctor. Test some different period things out. It’s for your own good
What the FUCK are you talking about
I thought I couldn’t fucking read for a minute
What
Did. This guy just. Assume women didnt. Know that. Did he just mansplain periods
Did he imply that he could actually feel someone else’speriod??¿¿?
it’s cool to see that the (honestly few! but notable!) people who were shitty to me in high school are now spending their time shilling for John McCain’s ghost and/or advertising essential oils
