How lesbians signal for other lesbians.
if you look closely, in the background, there is a faint second rainbow. here we see the response of a second lesbian. this lesbian will soon sense the response and make her journey across the unforgiving terrain in hopes to mate. let’s hope she makes it. the future of the lesbian population depends on it.
this fucking website
There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.
My whole body hurts, my joints and cracking and popping way more than is normal, my knees and shoulders keep slipping out of the socket and trying to dislocate - my right shoulder subluxed last week. I’ve got a cold and keep getting nose bleeds and I’m constantly tired.
Oh and I have one day left with my dog before he gets picked up on Tuesday morning and I won’t see him again until the end of October.
I’m just a ball of sickness and sadness right now.
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I’m Ruby - a sex worker of 7 years from Melbourne. I’ve been involved with Vixen as well as organising the inaugural Festival of Sex Work.
About 3 years ago I was raped by a…
i dress according to my mood and i dye my hair according to my mood and if u dont think thats the coolest shit out u can get away from me
Milo goes on Tuesday and I’m convinced I’ve forgotten something important. I’ve checked a million times and everything is sorted apart from the paperwork I need from the vet on Monday. Microchip, vaccinations, blood tests etc, all done, so why the fuck am I convinced I’ve missed something.
Not worried about things like my tickets, passports etc, because I’ve got all of that sorted out. But the dog, definitely freaking out about that.
I want a kebab, a real kebab and none of this bullshit that somehow passes for kebabs here.
Felafel, tabouleh, hummus wrapped up and toasted. NOM.
Swear to god if there’s not a kebab joint open when I get back to Brisbane someone is going to face my hungry fat girl rage.
Milo got his last vaccinations today. All I have left to do is fill out a couple of forms and then have him picked up on Tuesday morning.
Then I won’t be seeing my little goblin until the first week of October :( Don’t know how I’m going to cope with such a long time away from my pup, but it’ll be worth it in the end.