Death, The Cosmos, Beauty, Hatred, Reason, and my Art
Weird Turnoffs: I know this one will be especially offensive to the tumblr community, including some of my friends and people I follow, but I kind of have to get it off my chest:
I’m extremely unattracted to what I call “Bettie Page Girls”. Basically women who try to emulate Bettie Page’s hair and photographic persona. I’m not trying to bash these girls, it’s just a kind of random, but strong turn-off of mine. It’s usually coupled with some punk/retro style elements, and also the girls who choose that style are very frequently either somewhat brawny, or somewhat thick, and it seems to often be part of a “Fuck the world, because it’s me against the world” attitude.
I get along with women like this as my friends, and over the years I’ve known kind of a lot of these girls. I wouldn’t even bring it up, (again not trying to bash or berate, these are people I like and respect) except the women I’ve known in person with this style have an unusually high propensity for openly taking a romantic or sexual interest in me, or straight up telling me they have a full blown crush on me. And not only do I not know why this particular group of women should choose me out of their other options, (I’m not exactly Marlon Brando circa 1950 to put it lightly) but I also have no idea how to explain to them why I’m not interested.
I feel like saying: “Your constant ‘us against the world’ attitude gets on my nerves and I don’t want to live with it on a daily basis, I like just about every harsh genre of music EXCEPT most punk rock, I never really liked Bettie Page herself, and her hair and make-up were more attention getting than actually flattering to her face, so when the average girl next door emulates it, it’s actually detrimental to her natural beauty, I’ve always liked very petite women and you’ve known that, everywhere you go there are 6 guys ogling you, your tattoos, your over-emphasized cleavage, and all of your artsy custom accessories/conversation pieces, why do you want the only guy who doesn’t pay attention to you?”
I don’t know. I kind of feel like an asshole even writing this, but it kind of feels good just to rant about your turn offs.
Anonymous asked: Did you see that the American Psychiatric Association decided to call free thought accompanied with anger toward oppressors a mental disorder that should be treated with medication? They call it Oppositional Defiant Disorder (ODD). It's on web md already. The "symptoms" include "excessively arguing with adults, actively refusing to comply with requests and rules, swearing or using obscene language, and having frequent outbursts of anger or resentment" This opens the gate to thought police.
Independent thought is a mental illness and it must be eradicated from this earth.
While I have no doubt this will be misapplied, I don’t think its initial intention is to dope up everyone who stops and says “Nope, this is wrong because…” but is intended for the people or children who fly off the handle any time you ask them to do a simple task, and garner automatic resentment and belligerence toward anyone who is given even a small level of authority over them. Basically the kid who keeps disrupting the entire class yelling “I don’t have to know this shit, this is bullshit, why do I have to sit here, you can’t tell me what to do, stop hassling me!” while you’re trying to teach a science class.
Went to my local bar at 1:30, Asked the bartender how long til last call, he said it was past, but let me have one drink anyway. I finished my Jack and Ginger before he got back from the register, hoping he’d let me put back one more. He didn’t.
It was 27 minutes to closing, so I thought I’d stay and enjoy the noise of other people and The Rolling Stones song on the Juke Box.
A cute Punk/Retro 1940’s blond did the old “Hey, hey, how are you doing?” and started chatting me up. I haven’t had any real fun since I moved into my new apartment three months ago, so I was pretty happy about finding a new friend, but when she started telling me how awfully tired and in physical pain she was from working at another bar, the middle aged woman next to me perked up with “You work at BlahBlahBlah’s? How is SoAndSo?” which got the blond to move two seats on the other side of me and to start showing pictures of SoAndSo to the old lady on her phone from last night.
The middle aged woman was a talker, and both were bartenders, so our friend behind the bar reloaded the blond’s beer, and kept them chatting.
I left at 5 minutes to 2,and had two cigarettes outside like I always do. Halfway through my first cigarette, the bartender kicked everyone else out but the blond and the old lady. After my second cigarette, the front lights were out, and the two women were still inside.
I know when I’ve been beat, so I walked the four short blocks home.
When I had no place to bring women back to, I had a lot of opportunities, now I’m three months in a beautiful apartment with no intruders, and a nice cozy bed, and that bed is consistently empty.
I’m a little annoyed.
The water bottle sold me. Very nice touch.
WHAT IS THIS MY BRAIN DOES NOT COMPREHEND IT.
Turn your head sideways.
This has been a lesson in forced perspective.
THAT IS COOL AS FUCK HOLY SHIT
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