me saying what’s up to my old math tutor who tried to fight me in high school bc I made out w his girlfriend but then I went to college and realized that my sexual frustration and promiscuity was centered around my denied homosexuality and then I came out and went back home for thanksgiving and went to target and saw him in the videogame section and remembered he joined the army and got huge and hot and i said what’s up Andrew
maybe it’s just the lesbianism but over the course of the last few months, as ive grown more secure and more at home in my sexuality, ive found increasingly that the things i like most about women are the things society hates most about us. i like our muscles. i like our bellies and the way the skin folds on the stomach. i like our shoulders, wide and strong, or small and weak. i like strong jaws and confident eyes and loud voices. i like obnoxious laughs that snort and chortle and fill the whole room with bubbles that snap and pop like bubblegum let loose. i like strength, i like a woman who takes up space, who spreads her legs and stomps her feet and grins toothily at her friends. i like a woman with dimples. i like a woman with freckles and blemishes and acne scars, with stretch marks and hairy legs and curves where they don’t like them and straight lines where they do. i like a bony girl, i like the way the clavicle looks, i like the gap between the neck and the shoulder, i like the way sunlight catches on the sweat hanging from the peachfuzz on the upper lip…i like a lot of things about women that society told me to hate about us…realizing i was a lesbian revealed to me the beauty in “ugly” things that i had never considered before. none of these traits is something i “work past” when falling for a girl — they are things i love just as much on a woman as society loves a woman’s long hair or perfect curves. the so-called “"imperfections”“ only serve to captivate me more.
as this reaches 3k notes i just wanted to share with everyone some of my favorite tags on this. and yes, i do read literally all of them. these are 12 tags that made my heart sing:
and finally: bi girls, you are so completely allowed to relate to this post. all of us love women as equally and as completely and as fervently as each other, and all of us create little suns every time we fall in love.
In 1950, the FBI, charged with the responsibility of supplying the Civil Service Commission with background information on employees and applicants, took the initiative of establishing liaison with police departments throughout the country. Not content with acting only on requests to screen particular individuals, it adopted a preventive strategy that justified widespread surveillance.
The FBI sought out friendly vice squad officers who supplied arrest records on morals charges, regardless of whether convictions had ensued. Regional FBI offices gathered data on gay bars, compiled lists of other places frequented by homosexuals, and clipped press articles that provided information about the gay world. Friendship with a known homosexual or lesbian subjected anyone to investigation.
The Post Office, exploiting its authority to prevent the dissemination of obscene material through the mails, joined the antihomosexual campaign. The department established a watch on the recipients of physique magazines and other forms of gay male erotica. Postal inspectors subscribed to pen pal clubs, initiated correspondence with men whom they believed might be homosexual, and, if their suspicions were confirmed, placed tracers on victims’ mail in order to locate other homosexuals.
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