If you’re Christian I hope you don’t believe asexuality exists because you are implying you and/or others are immune from sinful lust, which is applying divine properties to humans and therefore defying crucial theological principles.
It’s just in asexuals actually have divine properties
lmao oh my goodness
finally the recognition i deserve, the godly kind
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Story of my life.
A former friend once asked me why I had so many “fat friends” and I had to explain, and I fear I wasn’t gentle, that walking, talking, eating, studying, enjoying life with another fat person let me self-express so much easier because you don’t get into the cycle of “But you’re not fat, you’re beautiful!” with a fat friend that you almost can’t get with a non-fat friend.
With a fat friend you can ridicule the people who try to throw shade at you for eating fries—I mean, why go through life not eating fries? Why go through life not eating salad with cheese and croutons and a creamy dressing?
With a fat friend you aren’t told by someone of a very different (usually smaller) size that they hate their bodies because they’re fat—fishing for the inevitable ‘you’re not fat, I’m fat’//’you’re not fat you’re curvy! I’m the fat one!’ circlejerk.
Fat friends don’t and won’t say shit like that. I have plenty of variously fat/not fat friends, but I refuse to jettison ‘fat’ friends to make thinner friends feel more comfortable hanging out with me. I won’t do that to them, and I won’t do that to myself.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
oh my god, this this this this
this is everything