How do you talk to a manarchist who thinks he is a feminist
Haha it’s a joke bc you only get to listen, not talk
I’m sick right now and drawing seems really taxing so I’m going to tell you a story about how I was an Awful White Girl in high school
This story is about my Black Boyfriend.
My mom, bless her heart, is a racist. She doesn’t mean to be, I don’t think, or I don’t really know, but look, my mom loves me and is good to me, and I don’t want to bad mouth her on the internet. But she definitely grounded me when I had a Black Boyfriend, under the guise of concern for my safety, and different worlds never understand etc. I tried to tell her she was wrong, with lots of modern-times and tiger-woods-plays-golf and actually-his-family-is-richer-than-ours-so arguments to no avail.
Lucky for me, being grounded didn’t matter because my mom was a square and never did anything bad growing up, and she didn’t know any of the tricks. I snuck out with ease, lied and never got caught, crossed state lines on weekend sleepovers, and came home high and watched Star Trek with my dad. My dad is at least further on the autism spectrum than most people, so unless I stank, he didn’t really pick up on it. But this isn’t about hanging out with my dad while I’m blazed, it’s about my Black Boyfriend. Who I got tired of, as many 16 year old girls do with their boyfriends, after 2 weeks.
“John is a dork, ugh”
“John has an annoying laugh, I hate it”
“John doesn’t know how to make out”
“I can’t keep dating this loser, there are other, older, taller losers for me to date in this high school. Or a different high school. Yeah, I’ll be the girl that dates a guy from a different high school. Ooh, perf.”
But I couldn’t just break up with John, dear god no. This was tumultuous, and tragic, we were Romeo and Juliet. Technically, my mom forbid me from dating him, and it was really sad that we had to break up boo hoo. I’m very sad! “Ugh I would keep dating you if I could, John, but my stupid mom is so racist ugh it’s terrible I hate it well bye”
Then I dated some dirtbags, and John hated all of them and still took me to prom my senior year (secretly, shhhh), where I met another dork and decided that I was going to take his virginity to make a completely different guy jealous.
Maybe this story is actually about how I was a teenage destroyer of worlds.
I went to a drag show and some butch queen outta drag put me up on stage and sat me in a chair and tried to twerk in my face by doing a handstand between my legs but BITCH FUCKED IT UP AND FELL OVER, like a back bend that ended up with his whole body weight being pressed on my face (via his butt, *thx*), then he did it 2 more times until he got it right
Motherfucker you need to be 100% on point with your acrobatics before you involve audience members
SMH oh wait actually SMH is kinda difficult right now
Lol yeh yr students are so disrespectful huh and ugh u no it’s bc they just don’t get enough attention from their parents bc their parents are bad and poor and yr students r from ‘the hood’ ugh it’s hard I no rite
How did you get into teaching?
Like a TFA program or something, right?
as this nears almost 70,000 notes I think the fact I have to come to terms with was that my greatest work, the joke that crossed over to people of all different walks of life, all different creeds, races, genders, was the quote from my high school yearbook. peakin’ at 17 like a beauty queen baybee.
i support number goals