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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

i’m paranoid of sounding creepy. anything and everything sounds creepy! how do i say to a girl “you’re cool, just be my friend already”, without sounding creepy, needy and controlling?

i would say something like this / may have already said this exact thing before, possibly drunk:

“you’re just SO NEAT! like, i don’t know, you know? you’re just so neat. oh, wait. what if i like you more than you like me? OH GOD. if you don’t think i’m neat that’s totally ok i mean i’d be fine with that. i think i just need to know whether or not we both think we’re neat. you know? i mean-
[confirmation of feelings of neatness]
REALLY??! yayyyy! ok great oh my god ok YAY! yay. you’re so neat! i just think you’re great. ohhhhhh [sigh] so! what are you up to tonight?”

i’m not sure i would recommend this verbatim.
oh also sometimes people just assume they’re your friend already so maybe she’s already your friend and you didn’t realize it.
i don’t know i type things on computers all day and watch reruns of the office for hours before going to bed. i feel like this is maybe a terrible question to ask a girl like me.

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What does the packaging look like for the stickers? ya kno..for the closeted baby queers? :/

Some are neon bright-colored envelopes. Some are plain white. I am SO SORRY for this oversight. Seriously, I wasn’t thinking about the closeted queers, I was thinking “OOOO FUN COLORZ!” So dumb. I apologize in advance. If it helps, only the first 50 people that ordered got neon bright-colored envelopes.

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For me, “prostitute” is purely descriptive. It’s not a slang term designed to maximize offense; it is simply our most basic word for a person who has sex for money. I like its honesty. And I like its solidarity. Because when a sex working woman is arrested or murdered, the news coverage is going to call her a prostitute whether she used Craigslist, took referrals, or worked the streets.

I wrote about the Long Island murders and I’m worried that I did a piss poor job, but I at least included links and quotes from Dacia and Melissa, who are doing amazing work right now.  (via nightmarebrunette)

My comment on her post (you should read the whole thing):

You’re not doing a piss poor job, as you implied on Tumblr.

And it is really great to have this space, and others created and controlled by sex workers. I think that our safety and wellness – in a world that wants to fuck us while also want[ing] us dead and/or arrested – is paramount.

But I also think we need to keep pushing and going outside of our comfort zones when we are able to do so. Part of me wants to retreat to my community, commiserate and get support there, and stay in that bubble… but I know that nothing will change unless we can speak out to people who don’t support us, but would if they thought about it some more, if they saw a fellow human being with this experience in front of them. There are people who hate us – but there are also people who will listen. We need their solidarity if we are going to change things.

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I am falling for one of my best friends and I think she’s nuts about me too, but she’s polyamorous and I’m not. I feel hopeless. What should I do?

this isn’t something to be hopeless about. you like a girl and she likes you back and goddamn that’s pretty wonderful. poly isn’t off/on yes/no, it doesn’t mean she necessarily can’t love you the way you need her to. or maybe it does. but you’re only going to find out by asking her. you need to talk to her is what i’m saying. good luck.

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you are a mother and if I just left what would they do? I am so tired and I can’t deal with this; I want to be who I thought I was.

baby if you just left, they would never be the people they were going to be.
everyone gets tired
even the ones who are who they thought they were.
i get tired too.
when #1 was just brand new and it was after midnight and no one was there but me and the crying hadn’t stopped for an hour and i’d been in the same pajamas all day long and dinner was a can of mixed vegetables over white rice just like the night before and people i grew up with were on campuses and rent was a four-letter word, i was so tired.
but darling you can stay. you can be you, because you always were.

please talk to someone. i know it’s hard to be everything to someone else when it feels like this. i love you.

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