I am seriously outraged right now. I went into school today and was sent to the principal’s office not even 5 minutes inside the building. I was asked if I had any other clothes with me to which I responded I did not and was told I would NOT be sent to my classes if I didn’t call someone to come bring me clothes.
I told her that my mother is the only one who lives with me and that she was at work and could not come bring me clothes.
To which she responded
“Well I’m not sending you to your classes like that, you can come into my office and do some work but unless we get a parental figure to come bring you clothes you will not be going to class, it’s too much of a distraction and offensive to your fellow students.”
excuse me but what is so offensive about my shorts. I have worn this outfit numerous times during the school year, and only now that it has started to get nice outside have they been stricter on what the girls in this high school wear.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT IT FUCKING IS OUTSIDE.
The office called my mom and told her that “my way of dressing could be offensive or distracting to the students and most importantly, the teachers.”
I’m a junior in high school, but just because i’m a junior does NOT MEAN I WILL STAND FOR YOUR BULLSHIT SLUT-SHAMING AND SEXIST DRESS CODE.
Instead of telling the girls to feel victimized and shamed for what they wear, like tell your shitty staff to stop being such perverts and to look away and seriously, if they have such issues with my clothing that they can’t help themselves then why are you allowed to be a teacher in the first place.
My body is not something to be ashamed of, and I will not “change” to fit into your shit society of misogynistic ideals.
I will. wear. what. I choose.
here’s what I think about your shit dress code:
I also read Weetzie Bat at a formative age and blame it for making me weird about relationships :D I was just so traumatized when MSALM walked out, so cold.
When I was a kid, I read Weetzie Bat by Francesca Lia Block; this was my first introduction to relationship anarchy. I felt completely drawn to the protagonist, Weetzie Bat, and the fact that she loves her two friends (who are in a gay relationship) Dirk and Duck. Weetzie Bat, Dirk, and Duck end up having a kid together — yes, they all have a threesome. Then, when Weetzie Bat finds her Secret Agent Lover Man, they all four raise the baby together.
Maybe I forgot the order. But the one thing that always stuck out in my mind was the fact that all four of them lived in a house happily-ever-after together.
Later, when I was in high school, I confessed to my then boyfriend that I wanted to have a polyamorous relationship. He dumped me immediately on the grounds that “you must think I am not enough.” I would be lying if I said I still didn’t feel a little shame from that instance.
Most of it hasn’t changed, of course:
- I still have no interest in telling my partners who to sleep with—or who not to. Even in a D/s relationship I don’t want veto power. That might make me odd, but it’s something that is very central to my personality (and it ties into consent).
- I still like to allow relationships to develop naturally and organically.
- I still value constant communication over rules—and safety over that.
Another subject of interest for me lately, poorly represented on the web by a translated Swedish manifesto.
I love the idea though- relationships not by force or coercion, ultimatums or fear- just loving people with no expectations. No rejections, no monogamy, no anything but a partner treated not as a commodity on lockdown, but a person you love and trust.
It’s beautiful. It seems *intuitive*. But no one ever talks about it. Anyway, let’s start doing that. Relationship Anarchy, WOO!
I just learned the word “Demisexual” recently, and when I look for it, it’s mainly rants about how people seek out labels to be different, a sentiment 16-year-old smartlypretty can relate to well.
It seems it’s used by a lot of teenagers and virgins and stuff, and I totally see how it looks “attention seeking.”
I am 34, and when I learned this word, it was very helpful to me, and I thought as a mid-thirties, non-virgin, very sexual person I could throw into the ring what the benefit of experience has done to make me personally find the word demisexual relevant, useful and insightful.
For us experienced olds, “demisexual” contextualizes a lot of our relationship and sexual history.
I am personally in actuality a very sexual person. Insatiable, in fact. I’ve loved few men and sexually connected with fewer.
Which is not to say I have not had casual sex, I have, and I didn’t much feel anything about it either way. I felt no guilt, shame or disgust, but neither did I enjoy it or wish to experience it again.
For people like me, dating is a totally alien and weird concept, because the idea you will form a bond sufficient to precipitate sexual desire sounds outlandish.
Your friends will not believe you, they will tell you you are hung up, closed off, prudish or what have you. (BDSM is a good counter for this.)
It is incredibly difficult to go through life as a person who does not experience primary attraction — I didn’t even know that was a thing until I learned about #demisexuality. To me, I can be intensely sexual and very kinky, but only in the context of an emotional or intellectual connection.
As you go through the stages of partnering up, this is a challenge. Demisexuals will find their partners organically- through online communities and other places where a relationship can form without expectation and be converted to romantic or sexual when both parties are there.
So I get why terms like demisexuality annoy people, but please know they do a lot to help people who are stuck not understanding their lack of attraction alongside a perfectly healthy sex drive. It is A Thing, and if it bothers you, ignore it. FFS.
You gotta admit, regardless of what you think of Obama, President George W. Bush at least kept us safe.
Though, I do feel like there’s this very important date I’m forgetting.
I swear there was just this one thing I promised to *never forget* and I just can’t put my…
Six people, personally, because I’ve been in six total relationships counting my two current, but yeah.
Not done reading it, but so far this article is good.
Speaking as a consexual person who is friends with demisexuals, this is exactly why they need this label. Because, yes, I am sexually attracted to three people during particularly sexy bus rides. I am sexually attracted to three people during particularly unsexy bus rides. I am sexually attracted to three people every single time I go out of my house, and sometimes I don’t even need to go out of my house, depending on who’s home and/or visiting at the time.
It’s a thing.
Imma just get Tchy’s commentary over here.
For fucking real.