Gibberish and Food

gehbiahblue:

I should not be allowed in a bookstore with a wallet

I’ll uh…just stick to Minecraft.

voltafiish:

asexydialogs:

Listen you fucking nugget, I’m not sexually repressed, I fucking repress sex itself.

Just the other day I was walking down the quaint, dirt roads of my shit-stained town. Y’know, growing moss graffiti in the shape of a vagina on every Santorum sign I came across.

Suddenly, I saw a shadow in my peripheral vision. Enamored by the change of scenery, I followed this shadow. I followed it like a fucking champion, let me tell you. It took me around bends and over swampy, small lakes where I had once raised my crotch (see previous post on Algae Crotch). The shadow took me past coffee shops and small local businesses, and at times I thought I’d lost it through the snothole, Republican atmosphere, but I soldiered on. 

Finally, it lead me to a back alley, where it finally took off its mask.

“Ray.” It said simply.

“Sex.” I answered, nodding once. There was a brief pause, a silent showdown if you will, until Sex turned. It paced silently, back and forth, one gnarled finger tracing the bricks of a trash-stained building.

“You’ll never stop me,” It laughed. “You Asexual scum buckets can try all you want, but you can never defeat me—” At that point I lunged, pinning Sex to the ground. It struggled, and at some moments I almost lost my grip, but I held firm.

“Give me cake, or give me death.” I demanded, my hot breath against it’s ear.

“THIS ISN’T OVER.” It hissed, writhing on the ground. “SOON I WILL BREAK THROUGH YOUR ASEXUAL BARRIER AND POSSES YOU. SOON I WILL DISCOVER YOUR WEAKNESS.”

“I have no weakness,” I spat on the asphault by it’s ear. “just super awesome cool asexual powers.”

“Like in Scott Pilgrim where the Vegans—-“

“Yeah basically.”

I don’t know if you cited the source (It never shows up on my tumblr ;c) but if not —> http://thebaptizedagnostic.tumblr.com/

Oh my fucks, this is awesome!

Backstory probably extends back a few months when we had been talking before and I mentioned that I could see myself dating a girl more than a guy.  She seemed to take this as me coming out as gay, as today she brought it up again and…well, I corrected her.  I’m not entirely sure if she really understands it at all, as I had to explain it to her, but she didn’t blow up, get angry, tell me I was outright wrong (she did give me the “Well you’ve never dated anyone so how can you be sure you’re not sexually attracted to anyone?” speech) and we kind of moved on to other things.

Overall it was…kind of not what I really expected at all, but I’m not disappointed or upset.  She doesn’t seem to be too bothered, maybe just disappointed that she’s not going to be seeing me having kids or getting married or even dating (I’m not entirely sure yet but I might be aromantic too but haven’t brought THAT up since she couldn’t seem to grasp aesthetic attraction vs. sexual attraction).  But you know, it’s kinda one thing off of my chest.  She was just one of the people I’ve been wanting to tell for a while now, and her not getting angry or dismissing it entirely is encouraging.  I can probably talk to her about it more later when we’re both in the right moods, and maybe explain the whole aesthetic/sexual attraction thing better when I’m a little more prepared for it.

I don’t do well with spur-of-the-moment conversations or if I feel anything is confrontational.

It’s also why I’ll never go into politics.

You know, because my first response would be to strangle the guy on the other podium.

If Mom brings up moving there again, I’m going to lose it.