I love nectarines wowowoowow
old man in the library got a phone call, someone on the other end says loud as fuck “hey pittsburgh phil what are you up to?” and pittsburgh phil responds “i’m in pittsburgh”
old man in the library got a phone call, someone on the other end says loud as fuck “hey pittsburgh phil what are you up to?” and pittsburgh phil responds “i’m in pittsburgh”
fool count: 1
Accordion to a recent survey, replacing words with the names of musical instruments in a sentence often goes undetected.
I could not be more bored of women characters who are dangerous in a competent, sexy, luminous makeup and blow-dried hairstyle kind of way. I am so tired of all these dry-clean-only girlbosses strutting their way into stories. “Oh she’s so beautiful AND so good at martial arts and so clever and seductive” No! Get that outta here!! Give me more women who are dangerous in a real grungy way, like rusted metal with a sharp edge. Girls who make you glad you’ve had your tetanus shot. Girls who cut their own hair and get bad tattoos. Girls who are as charming as a wet feral cat. Girls who might be clever enough to Play The Game but would rather flip over the chess board and punch you in the throat. I demand more horrible unpleasant women!! Thank you.
YES this too please. Absolutely. Dumb butch rights. Diversity win
no, I’m sorry. “The unhygenic thing” is not opt-out for the kind of women I want more of. Fictional girls almost never get to be gross! When I said grungy, I meant grungy. She’s in yesterday’s makeup (if she wears any) and yesterday’s outfit. She smells like stale cigarette smoke. She smells like weed. She smells like gasoline and workshop grease. She smells like she’s found a nice dead thing to roll in. She lives in a one-room apartment surrounded by computer equipment and empty styrofoam takeout containers. She lives deep in a swamp in a cabin full of centipedes and spiders. She lives in a cave. She lives on a pirate ship. She chews off her nail polish, she goes dumpster-diving, she eats dry instant ramen crushed up in the bag like it’s chips, she eats bugs off the ground, she eats raw meat. In all of her many variations, human or not, to some degree or another, she is gross!! Thank you again.
reminded of this manifesto I wrote three years ago. Did I ever post it to this blog? It’s still all true.
