Yeah, and honestly--it's not like I meet people to whom I am not attracted and go "You are not My Type, therefore I cannot interact with you. Go away, you are not welcome in my vajayjay"
I mean, seriously. I has a type. I seriously has a type. And that is way more specific than what genitalia they might have. That said, if I met and befriended someone awesome who happened to not have my normally-preferred genitalia, or some variation thereof, or whatever, and I was suddenly all "OMG, want in your pants"? I'd get over the "type".
But if I state that GENERALLY, I like girls who wear men's clothing, with short hair, glasses, faux-hawks, tats, and a nice smile? That has nothing to with hating trans folks. Or femme girls. Or men. And that's not to say there couldn't be a transwoman lesbian who has all those things (hair/glasses/etc). It happens. Not terribly common, but if she's hot, I'll flirt with her. (OK, I flirt with a couch. But you know what I mean). But I feel like someone telling me that I MUST find transwomen AS A GROUP attractive in order to not be a hater....no. I don't find most PEOPLE attractive.
But I feel like someone telling me that I MUST find transwomen AS A GROUP attractive....no. I don't find most PEOPLE attractive.
EXACTLY. How is that a difficult concept for people to understand?
In fact, I think that I read a fic remarkably similar to this . . .
Yeah, it's just about the time where the guy on top "shows his interest by grinding down against [Dean/Captain Jack/Danno}'s obvious erection". Just about to happen...
But not with the mint, because I hate mint. Maybe ginger instead.
My sister in mint hatage! Ginger sounds amazing. Ginger and lime are two of my favorite flavors. I will make ginger syrup and use it to sweeten limeade. (or make vodka gimlets with ginger syrup, whichever)
The honey/lime/ginger was an excellent combo, mixed with quinoa, cherries, strawberries, and blueberries. I would never have thought to mix quinoa with fruit, but it is damn good.
Dude, why isn't Falling Skies a better show? Pfeh.
I enjoyed this week's episode more than most. Whether that was because it was actually better or because I watched it with half an eye while folding laundry I couldn't tell you.
Had a gimlet, no ginger syrup but quite tasty. So, thanks for that, Natter.
I mean, seriously. I has a type. I seriously has a type. And that is way more specific than what genitalia they might have. That said, if I met and befriended someone awesome who happened to not have my normally-preferred genitalia, or some variation thereof, or whatever, and I was suddenly all "OMG, want in your pants"? I'd get over the "type".
This right here, in a nutshell, is why I adore meara, and why I think knowing her makes me (and all of us, really) a better person. Or makes me try harder to be better. Or both.
Star-Spangled Pride Pants [link]
I am awake because Ellie has some stomach bug. Basically, she wakes up from sleep, pukes, we clean up, and then back to sleep. Except that I can't fall asleep that fast and I'm afraid I feel my stomach getting tight. My mom had this two days ago and actually passed out while puking and woke up on the floor.
I killed the thread so early in the mornIng...
Poor Ellie. I've never seen anyone this sick. Hopefully, it runs it's course soon.
