Today, the world found out that hurricanes aren’t actually dangerous if they have Lady Names instead of Dude Names! Just kidding, they’re EXACTLY AS DANGEROUS, you gormless paste-eating idiots. That’s why they keep KILLING SO MANY PEOPLE, because a bunch of shitbirds are too stupid and misogynistic to realize that anything could still be deadly once they’ve slapped cartoon eyelashes onto it in their heads. Once we recovered from how mindblowingly stupid this is — you know, that the meteorological community is thinking of REWORKING THE NAMING SYSTEM because that’s actually easier than helping people figure out that a hurricane named Larissa is still a HURRICANE — we started wondering what other things everyone would just stop worrying about altogether if they were more reminiscent of hairbows and apple pies.
Sex is complicated no matter the circumstances. It is beautiful, but it is still complicated. I have never known sex as anyone but a survivor. That burden has always been on my shoulders as a sexual being, and those scars have always marked how I approach every single sexual encounter. I used to…
