I Think I Posted This But Oh Well 

Gather round kids while I explain this manipulation tactic that men perpetually try to use and why it’s bullshit.

If someone is openly showing interest in you by making disparaging or disappointed comments about your age, they’re trying to put you on the defensive. This guy wants me to try to quell his discomfort, to bring up that I’m only a month shy of 20, etc. - he wants me to try to prove myself to him, that I’m mature and adult enough for a man like him.

His goal is to establish a power imbalance right off the bat. If we were to date, I would constantly be on the defensive, constantly striving to be an equal, constantly trying to prove my “adult” credentials. Anything he says or does or wants from this point on that I object to would just be seen as a strike against my age, proof that he was right and that I’m not mature enough for him. This is how SO MANY men pressure younger individuals (primarily women and girls) into situations and relationships they aren’t comfortable with. If he truly thought I was too young for him, he wouldn’t have messaged me. This is a very calculated move, and it’s fucking gross.

Adult relationships with age gaps are completely fine, but only if all parties view each other as equals. If someone is trying to set you up in a way that ensures that’s never a possibility, run far away.

My friend Mario (IG: @masprine) started this nice little tag and created the manifesto below after several events that happened the last week of plain ol’ Mexican fetishization. We’re kinda tired of your shit, buddies.

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My dear foreign friends and brothers. I know Mexican culture is a beautiful one, and I know that the appeal of living it in your own flesh is even greater. Nonetheless, after these past years of travels, fake news, alt facts and Trumpism, I’ve seen so many expressions of bigotry and racism towards me and my brothers from people I never expected, that I just had to create this post.

While you’re allowed to enjoy Mexican culture and the greatness it has to offer, always remember you’re a guest in this bandwagon, always remember that Mexico is a country deprived of greatness by the inequity of our politicians, and the benefiting of interests that don’t reflect our own.

- Please stop opening shops and bars that are Mexican themed, stop profiting from our culture while you won’t lift a finger towards immigration issues.

- Stop moving away from your countries because Trump or Brexit won, I appreciate the sentiment, but not many Mexicans had the choice of living in another country after EPN won the elections. Realize the privilege you have.

- Stop posing in sombreros in your travel photos with fake moustaches while screaming AYAYAY… It’s absurd, annoying and quite disrespectful

- Stop asking white Mexicans why are they white if they’re Mexican, stop asking mexicans why they speak english, or comment on their height and physical appearance as to praise their lack of brownness or latinx features.

- Stop hashtagging the whole CINCODEDRINKO bullshit while sipping on drinks NO ONE DRINKS here… Stop celebrating what we don’t

The privilege y'all have is way different than the one of ANY of my nationals who are trying to seek a better life in your countries, they aren’t being heard, they’re abused, they’re fetishized, they’re being appropriated and displaced by gentrification. So use that privilege to positively affect the lives of many, who actually need it. Stop supporting white owned mexican themed places who segregate latinxs, stop eating at that fancy mexican restaurant who’s owned by no mexican and treats it’s mexican employees like shit.

Support immigrants, be kind to their struggle, and help them achieve a better life.

Two years?! I’m in!

gasolina, the original despacito,

I get a little bit Genghis Khan I don’t want you to get it on With nobody else but me

Dear whoever is reading this: I wish you a life full of warmth and happiness and love. I hope you’re okay. And if you aren’t now, you will be.

Coming into a fandom late

Teach boys about periods

My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.

When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).

I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.

My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.

My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.

When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.

Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.

Raise better sons Teach them about normal bodily functions.

They are going to pass all of their finals