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This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because 
1. I wasn’t
2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional 
3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people
4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to him

That asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.

One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.

When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”

And this is why it is so difficult to be a girl and be friends with men who are attracted to women.

Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.

So yesterday something that perfectly illustrates this happened. I work at a fast food place and this guy comes in at 7am on a Sunday, still probably drunk from the night before, and when I smiled and said goodmorning he said “Did you just say that because you’re being paid to say that?” 

I repressed my urge to sarcastically answer, and said “Nope, I just enjoy saying hi to everyone!” To which he responded, “Oh, so you weren’t flirting with me then.”

Dude, I’m not flirting with your gross 7am-on-a-Sunday-ass, trust me.

My defense mechanism when I’m uncomfortable at work is to smile, so I did that and said “Is there anything I can get you this morning?” to which he responded,

"There, you just smiled! What does that mean?"

At this point I was fed up, so I said, 

"I smile at everyone sir, its just what I do. What can I get you, coffee, a bagel?"

And he said “I’m gonna be watching to see if you smile at everyone. I don’t like it when girls lie to me” and then ordered a coffee and a muffin like he hadn’t just said something at 11 on the “Is this guy a serial rapist” scale (where 0 is ‘no’ and 10 is ‘Yes, run away as fast as you can right now.”).

Then he sat there for another hour and a half, staring at me from his table. When he got up and left he came back to the counter, and said “You do smile at everyone. That’s fucked up.” and walked out.

I can’t even be innocuously polite and pleasant to people at my job (where customer service is the number one thing we are supposed to be focusing on) for fear of this shit happening. What happens if he had decided to wait until my shift was over? 

New Rule: If she’s at work, SHE’S NOT FLIRTING WITH YOU.

This reminds me of this gross neckbeard dude who worked at the Village Pantry here in town. Every single time I went in there, he practically followed me around the store and won’t stop flirting with me. He kept asking me if I had a boyfriend and asking really invasive questions about my life. I was as polite as possible without telling him to fuck off in so many words, but he definitely did not pick up on my “leave me alone” signals. 

One evening I went in wearing a tank top. I have a tattoo on the back of my shoulder and as I was walking away, he jumped forward around the side of the counter and reached for my my strap to move it aside so he could see my tattoo. Before he could touch me I whipped around on him and told him, “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME.”

He acted really butthurt and didn’t see what he’d done wrong. I basically told him “I know my tattoo is sweet as fuck, but if you want to see it, you ASK ME. I’ll proudly display it, but don’t think you can touch me. EVER.” 

Needless to say, he didn’t get it. A few weeks later, I went in there again and he asked me out. I told him I wasn’t interested and he got mad and said I flirted with him whenever I came in. I told him that I had never flirted with him, and he said I was lying and giving him mixed signals.

I wasn’t aware that being mildly polite to someone I barely tolerated could be construed as flirting. For fuck’s sake I just wanted to buy my fountain pop and leave. You’re the smelly asswipe (and god did he smell like body odor!) who kept following me around asking invasive questions and trying to touch me when I clearly did not invite it. I told him to fuck off and left.

I’ve stopped going to the VP. I don’t even know if he works there anymore, but I just DO NOT want to run the risk of seeing him again.  Maybe my never showing up again will finally get through to him.

Doubt it.

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If anybody knows of, I believe, “Pickles” from Matsuricon, I’d like to get in touch with him. We chatted for a bit outside of the second Whose Line panel and he was traveling around with a Toph and a Sokka but not in cosplay himself. I was wearing a Momo hat. I really enjoyed talking with him but I didn’t get any contact info like a phone number or tumblr. If someone could hook me up I’d be really grateful!

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More fun facts about ancient Celtic marriage laws: There were no laws against interclass or interracial marriage, no laws against open homosexual relationships (although they weren’t considered ‘marriages’ since the definition of a marriage was ‘couple with child’), no requirement for women to take their husband’s names or give up their property, but comedians couldn’t get married

It’s Adam and Eve not Adam Sandler and Eve

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I have gotten five faves/kudos on my fic this week (since Monday and it’s just now Thursday) and it just confuses me because I’m like how did you find me???? It’s five different fics and I’m never recced anywhere as far as I know. Idgi.

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