Dorota Sroka - Untitled, 2010 Paintings
Your purpose, Mr Potato, is to be made into delicious chips so that I can eat you and all of your friends.
The weirdest case of biological essentialism rearing its head in my dating life was when I was talking to a cis lesbian foot fetishist and she told me she didn’t mind my penis because “human strap-on” (EUW) but she really wanted to know if I had girl feet instead of guy feet.
There’s no way in hell she would’ve talked to a cis woman like that. Even if said cis woman had size 14 feet, toes ruined from wearing poorly fitting shoes, cracked heels, fuzzy toes, all that.
Gendering body parts is weird and disgusting and I wish cis folk would stop.
I had the exact opposite happen recently where a foot fetish dude started asking me about my feet in his very first message and seemed a little dissappointed that I’m only a size 10 (“are they at least wide?”) but then freaked out over the fact that I’m trans.
I was a bit surprised that someone would write me all like “how big are your feet” as an opener with no apparent prior knowledge of my trans status. Kink is kink tho, I guess. *shrug*
When you answer someone with sarcasm and they get really offended.
I haven’t talked to my dad in ages so I rang him up on the way home from work. It was a little past his bedtime, but he picked up. I was like “hey it’s your… um… eldest… kid” which seemed to break the ice. I told him about my doctor’s appointment (as vaguely as possible) and a few anecdotes from work and he shared more of the white trash ridiculousness my dad’s side of the family does out there in Killeen. One of my immediate relatives recently had her foot cut off because diabetes and wound up attacking her boyfriend’s car with a pickaxe because it seemed like the thing to do. They’re back together because of course they are. Dad’s hired yet another new guy to help with contract labor, and he already hates him and thinks he’s a drug addict. One of the pets did something silly. The same kind of conversational stuff we’ve passed time with for decades now. Eventually it became well well past his bedtime so we had to cut it short. At the end of the conversation I said “I love you” and he said “Um, yeah well bye.” Well, fuck. Ouch.
Eris?? Goddess of chaos strife and discord?? more like Goddess of animated hairporn jesus lord just look at it.
I need to watch this again