Yeah, because you can’t be a good parent if you’re fat, poor, religious or smoke cigarettes
Shut
the
fuck
up
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May I ask why you were googling "Nude mexican men"?
Maybe someone can help me - I was looking for a specific picture of a nude man, who appeared to be Latino, reclining on a pink bedspread with a pillow in front of his junk.
I NEED IT FOR REASONS
why do designers/photogs/whatever only put him in frilly lace things and bustiers? He has such a versatile appearance it’s really a letdown that people just say “oh, feminine face = feminine clothing”
Like even if they were to treat him like a conventionally hot lady, there are still lots of those who get to wear weird Ray-Bans and Converse and sporty Japanese shit like Yohji Yamamoto For Mans. Whereas Pejic is always this ~*~ethereal angel~*~ or on rare occasions a little bit Joan Jett.
I doubt it has to do with his own gender identity because hello, he’s a model.
I just don’t understand why he can’t do both but then again I don’t understand why MOST men can’t do both.
Sometimes you want him close to you.
Not close to you; inside you,
seeping into pores and through membranes,
suffusing your organs and bones.
You want to carry him everywhere
like salt dissolved in sea water.
You think you love him.
You want to love someone.
Sometimes it’s enough to be
close and quiet with his breath,
your breath, in the blue of morning
with the birds twittering outside.
You’re happy if you don’t think too hard.
Some nights it’s different.
His eyes in the dark
play a trick on you.
He’s the man who hurt you
and ground himself into your flesh,
his face twisted into a rictus of disgust
as he injected his poison into you.
Your nightmares have interposed themselves
between the two of you.
He’s not him and you’re not you.
Your eyes are wide.
The years have disappeared
and the bruises are fresh again.
He tries to touch you and coos softly.
You try to forget how he looked
when he spat blood on your front door,
when he knocked down your barricade.
He got inside.
You’ve spent all of this time
trying to get him out.
It’s not him. It’s someone else.
You look at your new boy,
as fresh as an egg,
and you make a lopsided smile
and tell yourself it doesn’t hurt anymore.
I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE THIS
This is what happens when your belief system ostracizes creative artistic people.
It’s so rare to find stuff on other peoples blogs that fits my MO, but when I do, it’s oh, so, so sweet.

NOPE
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Within the past few minutes I have seriously considered renaming myself:
“male glaze” sounds like it would be a donut flavor at a womens’ studies-themed donut eateryfUCKgdfj
a bakery called the pastryarchy
IKSGUSAIKUGISAGJHASLK
im dieing
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Thanks to Mens Rights Activists we now have safe men’s spaces, a more acceptable, inoffensive and less nebulous term used to describe what was previously referred to as “public”

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I’m going to need people to stop pulling scenes out of movies in which two straight male characters make eye contact for two seconds or exhibit any display of genuine affection and using that to say that they’re ‘obviously gay for each other’.
Say it with me, people.
Displays of affection between men do not make men gay.
Displays of affection between men do not make men gay.
Displays of affection between men do not make men gay.
Being gay makes men gay. Relating genuine affection between men to homosexuality is the patriarchy shitting out of your mouth.
Please reblog this now until the end of time TIA
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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
1. drinking a pitcher of margaritas with my roommate
2. sassy animated gifs of Ron Swanson
3. Sex Is Not The Enemy, a blog with a bunch of sex-positive quotes and people of all colors and genders having a good time and being happy
4. having a mope-fest alone in my room and listening to Elliott Smith or Alive In Wild Paint or Morrissey
5. talking shit in the Vice Magazine comments sections