“There are tons of people– male people, even!– who don’t have sex. […] I know this is bizarre to all those “90% of men masturbate and 10% of men are lying” people out there, the “men evolved to be promiscuous” people, the “men naturally have high sex drives” people. But men – people – are different. If you don’t want to have sex, you shouldn’t have sex. That doesn’t make you prudish or uncool, broken or sick, sad or pathetic or wrong. It makes you someone who’s making the right life choice for you at that very moment.”—Tim Gunn Hasn’t Had Sex In 29 Years, And It’s None Of Our Fucking Business | No, Seriously, What About Teh Menz? (via sexisnottheenemy)
my mom actually won’t let me wear all white dresses, if i’m not wearing something else with it, because of catholic reasons. what is being twenty?
omg girl that totally sucks! catholic families I feel u I feel u. this is mostly unrelated but it reminded me of this story okay so
my mom was raised lutheran but converted to catholicism when she married my dad (and of course by the rules of conversion she’s now the most diehard catholic of my dad’s family, discounting my gram, who is dead now) and the two of them lived together for a year before they got married and for their wedding my mom was going to wear a white dress but my gram who was excellent and I loved her etc etc etc but who was also VERY CATHOLIC was all annoyed and griped and complained about it behind my mom’s back so by the day before the wedding my mom was just fed up & also she’s a really good seamstress so late that night she sewed red sequins scattered here and there all over her skirt as a fuck-you
you know how when you’re sick and you can’t really imagine ever feeling normal again and you forget what it’s like to breathe with clear sinuses or swallow without dealing with the obstruction of the ache of the back of your throat, and then when you’re better again you can remember what it was like to be sick but you can’t really imagine how you ever thought you would stay like that forever and you even laugh at yourself a little bit, so that the memories of illness and wellness press on you in different ways depending on how you are at that given moment, that’s what it’s like