Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest
plants can hear themselves being eaten.
what now, vegans?
Animals literally scream and cry out while they’re being murdered.
But if you care about plants, you shouldn’t be eating animals, because they eat up to sixteen times more plants per pound of meat than someone just eating a pound of plants does.
So, what now?
did you know sperm can smell, that means you have to stop jackin it, save the sperms!