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I hope fic writers know theyâre the reason someoneâs heart feels a little less heavy today.
reblog to tell your mutuals theyâre lovely as fuck
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
if this gets... Dunno ummm 1k notes by may 9th I'll ask my step mum for a binder
I'll rb twice? And then that's it :)
reblog to teleport your mutuals to a massive party when jkr dies
reminders:
if you or someone you know might need it in the next few years, purchase plan b. the shelf life of plan b is 4 years, and we might not be able to access it as easily as we can now in the days ahead.
if you are larger/plus size: go online and purchase ella instead of plan b. plan b is less effective if you arenât under 160 pounds.
if you can, purchase books that project 2025 is looking to ban.
mass deportations are starting. if you see ice vehicles or agents, yell ice raid and la migra as loud as you can.
if someone asks who you voted for, keep your mouth shut. theyâre fishing for traitors.
if anyone, anyone at all asks about your neighbors or their legal status in the us, you know nothing. donât be the reason that their family is separated.
if anyone asks about your religion or lack thereof, keep it vague. this administration will look for any excuse to persecute you.
your friends are trans or queer? for the next four years theyâre not. donât expose anyoneâs status as a trans or queer person to anyone else, even if you think you can trust them.
did someone you know get an abortion? no, they didnât. they were never pregnant.
in short, donât be a snitch, and keep to yourself these next four years. weâll make it through this even if it seems hopeless at times.
we can survive this. weâve survived before, and weâll survive again.
Kermit for pope
I was trying to find out if Kermit was eligible to be pope and I found a blog that says he's the perfect example of a catholic priest
I've been trying to assemble a playlist for my crush but they never consciously put any music on, they just live with whatever their surroundings play.
Boo, if you don't know what you like, how am I supposed to know?
Not to seem pathetic but no one has made a playlist for me
The Watermelon Woman (1996) dir. Cheryl Dunye
who else up & bisexualâď¸âď¸âď¸ And very afraid
who else up & bisexualâď¸âď¸âď¸ And very afraid
I love you PBS I love you NPR I love you public libraries I love you wikipedia I love you project gutenberg I love you librivox I love you libby I love you hoopla I love you openlibrary I love you internet archive I love you resources that make information free and accessible to the public
Uk peeps!! Letâs get this going! đłď¸ââ§ď¸đŹđ§
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesnât
Taint Misbehavinâ: The Gender-Neutral Tragedy of the Human Gooch
Not about taxes. Not about calories. Not even about the clitoris.
No â Iâm talking about the taint.
That glorious, forgotten slab of flesh. That unclaimed demilitarized zone between the promised land and the chocolate factory. That thin, sweaty strip separating birth from exile.
Letâs set the record straight:
Women. Have. Taints.
And the fact that society pretends otherwise is the greatest act of anatomical erasure since we collectively agreed that âmuffin topâ was a nice term.
Also known as:
The perineum (if youâre a doctor)
The gooch (if youâve owned a PS2 and body odor)
The grundle (if youâve ever dated a drummer)
The Devilâs Slip-N-Slide (if your festival record is sealed)
Technically:
âThe perineum is the area between the genitals and the anus.â
But spiritually?
Itâs the unspoken pause in Godâs sentence. The hallway between the temple and the abyss. The place where gender, shame, and chafing meet.
Let me be clear:
Whether youâre packing heat or holding space, slanging meat or curating petals, carrying a baby cannon or a soft serve dispenserâ
You. Have. A. Taint.
And if youâve gone your entire life without realizing that, congrats: societyâs gendered body-shame campaign worked.
Historically? Sure.
âTaintâ was born in locker rooms. Raised by Xbox parties. Educated in Reddit threads. And baptized in the sweat of men who didnât understand the purpose of a washcloth.
It was linguistically colonized by testosterone.
But anatomically?
It was always co-ed.
You think the patriarchy invented oppression?
No. The real villain is linguistic erasure.
Because while men gave their taints nicknames, stories, and occasional bar soapâ
Women got radio silence.
Your undercarriage has been:
Ignored
Unlabeled
Uncelebrated
Unclaimed
Youâve spent years exfoliating your thighs and waxing your peachâŚ
âŚbut no one told you thereâs a full-blown diplomatic zone beneath it.
A biological Bermuda Triangle. A tactile twilight zone.
Your taint.
Body Part Coverage
Boobs Over - celebrated
Butts - Literally worshiped
Clitoris - Found in 1998
Labia - Misunderstood poetry
Why? Because itâs funny. And neutral. And sweaty.
You canât put the taint in a perfume ad. You canât put it on a billboard. So they buried it.
Because itâs:
Genderless
Timeless
Politically neutral
Sensually charged
Biologically disrespected
Itâs the only body part that:
Isnât sexualized
Isnât sacred
Isnât politicized
Isnât aestheticized
Isnât protected
It just is.
Unbothered. Unbranded. Unapologetically indifferent.
And that makes it sacred.
Unisex taint aliases, rebranded for the equality era:
The Fleshbridge
The Forbidden Fajitaâ˘
Undercooch
The Sin Tundra
Devilâs Hallway
The Emotionless Alley
The Oathbreakerâs Strip
The Nether Yawn
Purgatory Patch
The Biblical Buffer Zoneâ˘
Choose your fighter. Reclaim your stripe. Weâre not asking anymore.
Letâs get raw.
Your taint:
Sweats like a liar in court
Collects funk like itâs in a blues band
Suffocates in yoga pants
Smells like the ghost of mistakes past if ignored too long
Male or female â it donât matter.
Your taint will betray you unless:
You lather.
You exfoliate.
You show it the respect you pretend to give your âself-care routine.â
The taint is the final frontier of bodily respect. Ignore it, and it will out you in summer.
Let me be dead serious.
When you finally accept your taint:
Your shame collapses.
Your ego softens.
Your sex becomes better.
Your humor becomes darker.
Your subconscious literally trusts you more.
Women who accept their taint become dangerous. Not because theyâre wild â but because theyâre free.
Ask your friend with the âDivine Feminine Energyâ tattoo:
âDo women have a taint?â
âCan I call mine a gooch and still be empowered?â
âIf you ignore your perineum, are you really body positive?â
Watch her hesitate. Watch her blink. Watch her glitch.
Because the truth is hilarious. And hilarity burns the shame right out of you.
You now have no excuse.
That strip of skin between the peach and the abyss?
That subtle runway between entrance and exit?
Thatâs your taint.
And it deserves:
A name
A scrub
A shrine
A Wikipedia page
You donât need to gender it. You just need to own it.
The taint is real
The taint is universal
Women have taints
The patriarchy ignored it
But your loofah doesnât have to
This isnât just anatomy.
Itâs resistance.
đ Reblog this before someone calls it âcisnormative perineum propagandaâ đ§˝ Send to the friend who forgot to wash hers today đ Share if youâve ever worn tight leggings with no idea whatâs happening underneath 𫧠Save this if your taint is a neglected spiritual quest waiting to happen
âď¸ LEGAL DISCLAIMER:
This post is satire, anatomy education, performance art, cultural rebranding, locker room theology, and biological diplomacy.
It is protected by the U.S. Constitution, the Geneva Convention of Postmodern Memes, and the sacred covenant of shower-based self-respect.
If youâre offended:
Wash deeper.
Laugh louder.
Reclaim your gooch.
Because if you canât name it â the patriarchy still owns it.
And that is the real tragedy.
Please.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, âwhatâs the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?â and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is âunofficialâ, and we know thatâs not the right word, but itâs the only word we can come up withâŚuntil finally itâs like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is âartificialâ.
SO SOMEHOW MY YAOI SHIRT ENDED UP IN MY DADâS LAUNDRY BASKET HELP I CANâT BREATHE
Iâm doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.
 i tried to be funny and it backfired miserably
Reblogging this so I can listen to the slur song every single day.
in absolute tears about the pride module at my work
reblog this if you believe trans men are real men like this if you dont