This was supposed to be a post all about my first day....
... but instead, people have got me cranky and grumbly and have inspired this post.
Why do non-lesbian people always feel the need to ask me how girls have sex with each other. What on earth makes them think I'm going to discuss my sex life with people I don't know? HOW is it acceptable to ask people 'so, how do you have sex?'
Do straight people have no imagination when it comes to sex? Are their sex lives really so PIV-normative, do they never have fun? I take it straight people never have oral? Or use vibrators? Or their fingers? Or do anything other than just plunge their dicks straight on into a vagina!
Cos, y'know what? If that's the case, damn I'm glad I'm not straight!
Also, on the subject of things that people who don't know you seem to think it's ok to comment on... Yes, thank you, I'd noticed I was fat. I also notice you dont' fucking know me and have no fucking right to comment on it. No, you also do not have any fucking right to comment on what I'm eating - and no, I'm not on a diet, nor do I think I need to be or should be on one. Now butt the fuck out of my business.
*growls*
It would seem i'm in a foul mood this evening. This whole cold, wet and windy thing isn't helping. I just wanna go home!
*curls up and cries*
Why do non-lesbian people always feel the need to ask me how girls have sex with each other. What on earth makes them think I'm going to discuss my sex life with people I don't know? HOW is it acceptable to ask people 'so, how do you have sex?'
Do straight people have no imagination when it comes to sex? Are their sex lives really so PIV-normative, do they never have fun? I take it straight people never have oral? Or use vibrators? Or their fingers? Or do anything other than just plunge their dicks straight on into a vagina!
Cos, y'know what? If that's the case, damn I'm glad I'm not straight!
Also, on the subject of things that people who don't know you seem to think it's ok to comment on... Yes, thank you, I'd noticed I was fat. I also notice you dont' fucking know me and have no fucking right to comment on it. No, you also do not have any fucking right to comment on what I'm eating - and no, I'm not on a diet, nor do I think I need to be or should be on one. Now butt the fuck out of my business.
*growls*
It would seem i'm in a foul mood this evening. This whole cold, wet and windy thing isn't helping. I just wanna go home!
*curls up and cries*