There is only one thing to be ashamed about concerning my boyfriend.
He has never seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Tomorrow, we will rectify this.
Wish me luck.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
I’m having these conflicted feelings over having sex and my parents knowing about it.
I don’t think they necessarily have to know, y’know?
But at the same time, they’re never not at home, and as far as they’ve indicated, they want me to be in a relationship for years before having sex. (Mom claims she waited until marriage. She got married at age 31.)
I don’t want to wait that long, and I don’t think I should have to. It’s my body, but at the same time, I live under their roof and I don’t want them to use that against me, (even if they probably will.) I’ll be safe, obviously. I’m on the pill and have condoms, but I also think that my parents don’t give a flying flip how safe I am. I just feel like they want to preserve me as a child, and prevent me from making any of my own choices that they might not agree with.
I’ll be 18 in less than two months, though the age of consent where I live in 17.
Because telling fat people that they are in fact humans that deserve dignity and respect automatically means you’re ~*GLORIFYING OBESITY*~
By the way, don’t dribble on to me saying you worry about a fat person’s ‘health’. That’s just a bullshit excuse to voice your unwanted opinion on a fat person’s body considering you wouldn’t give a single flying fuckadoodle about someone’s health if they were skinny. Besides another person’s health is none of your damned business anyway. Run along now and preach to a choir that actually cares.
I’m going to be honest, so long as you’re not hurting anyone, you can eat soy sauce and milk duds all day long for all I care.thank you so much for this comic imp.
this is all sorts of amazin
Dear god, I cannot WAIT to get out of this house. My mother is driving me up an absolute damn wall, turning all of my problems into a personal attack on her, trying to correct everything I do, making snide remarks, yelling, etc..
Ready to be away from it.
I kind of just want to scream/squeal at Tumblr how much I adore my boyfriend
but then I remember that would probably annoy y’all
so i’ll take this opportunity to say that I A D O R E him and we’re super happy together right now and other fuzzy cute things like that
just keepin you in the loop