getting spoken to as if i’m straight by straight people who assume everyone is straight, subsequently feeling like the world’s most useless and irritated secret agent
This was discussed over breakfast this morning.
Just putting it out there—the dollar dance at wedding receptions is fucking tacky. A self important money grab. An archaic tradition rich in misogyny and greed. Fuck that noise.
Hey Uncle Drunk, stuff down/pin a twenty to my dress, and you can dance with me for thirty seconds!
No better way to kick off a marriage than insinuating that a woman is property whose time can be bought and sold by the men in her life. Am I right?