lord-kitschener:

“genitalia associated with cis women are harshly stigmatized and policed as part of misogyny, which can lead to violence” and “not all women have vaginas and not everyone with a vagina is a woman” and “trans peoples’ bodies are harshly stigmatized and policed as part of transphobia, which can lead to violence” are not mutually exclusive factsx and in fact all of these things are very much interlinked, and should not be used as gotchas! against each other

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theslytherinworld:

“He said, “Don’t you feel lonely living in your own little world?” She whispered, “don’t you feel powerless living in other people’s worlds?””

— F.G.

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hashememe:
“ askdrpig:
“ onedeadkitty:
“ onedeadkitty:
“haha dr pig is so funny. I remember watching Back at the Barnyard with my boyfriend who was apart of the show. His name was filbert, but on the show he was Pig. Doctor. Pig. He and I every...

hashememe:

askdrpig:

onedeadkitty:

onedeadkitty:

haha dr pig is so funny. I remember watching Back at the Barnyard with my boyfriend who was apart of the show. His name was filbert, but on the show he was Pig. Doctor. Pig. He and I every Saturday would cuddle up and watch Back At The Barnyard. Every time his character showed up we’d smile. Except one time. He looked upset when I looked back at him during his big scene. “God damn liberal fuck god dammit never lets me say what I want it’s all scripted it’s all a joke.” He mumbled. I reached over to his left nipple (that’s how I calm him down) but he slapped my hand away. “I can’t do this anymore!” He stormed out. I never saw him again. If anyone’s seen my Filbert, my Doctor Pig, let me know. How I miss him. Send him home to me

Update…

Doctor Filbert Pig came back home last night…He came home with tears in his eyes. I pulled him in for an embrace and he sobbed into me. I let him…

This morning we continued as if nothing happened. I cuddled him on the couch and sucked on his nipples. Back at the Barnyard came on. I looked at Filbert to see if he was okay. I see him inhale, he was uncomfortable, I know it. I reached for the remote, he grabbed my arm. “Leave it on.”

I gulped. We watched on for a while until I heard the familiar tune. It was the doctor Pig segment. He gripped onto the couch. I held his thighs. “Stupid stupid stupid stupid!” He yelled

“Filbert let me turn it off…”

“DOCTOR PIG! DOCTOR!!! PIG!!!!”

I jolted. He’d never yelled at me before

“Filb…..doctor pig, please let m-“

He turned up the tv at its highest volume. He stood up and stared at himself in the screen with great anger. When the segment ended he looked back at me. I’ve never seen anyone that upset in my life.

“Doctor Pig, please…..”

He immediately started spinning the fastest speed I could ever imagine. His arms flung out and he flew upward through the roof and toward heaven. My angel, doctor, filbert…he’s left me behind again…I’m scared for my Pig.

Somebody, anybody, keep an eye out for the sky and contact me if you see Filbert.

Please.

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If this site dies I’ll miss posts like this that make me feel think maybe I cant actually read

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curioscurio:

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curioscurio:

Ok I’m gonna try and sculpt Donald Duck without looking at it and bake and paint the result

I’ve decided I’m also going to bake and paint it without looking at him

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Here is what I think he will look like based on how he felt in my hands

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God giving me the free will to create was a mistake

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