I once had a boyfriend who raped me, and as I laid on the side of the bed after, crying, sat next to me and said: “I’m sorry, but I hope you understand now why I needed to do it; why you deserved this.”, because he felt that I was too flirtatious with other men, and thought that I was sleeping with a mutual friend of ours - so I needed to be taught a lesson, and that I “made him do this.”
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the time has come
ultra go find a youth sports team to coach or something and stop making us slackers feel bad
My mom once had a guy EJACULATE on her skirt in a crowded bus. She didn’t even know until her colleagues saw it and helped her change before she had to teach her morning classes.
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btw lared IN CASE you thought i was joking/making fun by saying that i totally wasn’t. you’re one of the smartest people on here. also by writing that one sentence i realized that i’ve been done with class for about two weeks and i’ve already forgotten basically all of my french whoops
On a visit to the zoo with his new girlfriend, George is mistaken for an escaped orangutan and pursued by zookeepers, who eventually manage to shoot him with a tranquilizer dart and ‘return’ him to his cage.
Kramer learns he can communicate with animals, but doesn’t like what any of them have to say. “It’s all just gossip and food!” he complains exasperatedly when revealing his ability to the others.
Elaine keeps hearing wild animals wherever she goes. Over the course of several days, their sounds seem to grow closer and increasingly menacing. Eventually, she hears them in her bedroom at night whenever she turns out the lights. When she learns of Kramer’s ability, she asks him to come over and listen to figure out if she’s in danger, and he agrees to spend the night on her couch. “They’re just making fun of your hair,” he informs her the next morning.
Jerry teaches a parrot all his newest material, dresses it in tiny versions of his own clothing, and sends it to the comedy club in his place. Nobody in the audience can tell the difference. “If you let him tell his own jokes, he’d be even funnier,” says Kramer.
The escaped orangutan makes his way to Jerry’s apartment, where everyone present mistakes him for George. Only Kramer can tell the difference, but he finds the ape such a thrilling conversationalist that he doesn’t want to give him away.
George finds orangutan life far less stressful and more immediately rewarding than his old life.
woah, this makes me want to listen to black metal or read some eddas or shop at ikea or something
one last post: fuck you if you think it’s natural, good, or healthy for men to buy and sell women for sex. fuck you if you think men are ever entitled to women’s bodies. fuck you if you think the way pimps and johns treat women is an “on-the-job-risk” and not a form of abuse and horror. fuck you if you attack the women who want a voice for the silenced, trafficked women and not the men who abuse them.