I'm so fucking inspired I can’t even with your (conservative) shit anymore: not even with full consent
Y’know what? I fucking love my fellow leftie feminist greenies. I do. Some are my peers or my mentors and some are the people younger than me who inspire me. Whether they tweet, write letters, wave signs at protests, run not-for-profit advocacy groups, mount plays or get arrested, I fucking love their style. It’s charming to be around them virtually and in person, and they make me super happy. As for those who aren’t my people, I’m sure they’re perfectly nice when I’m not around. I’d rather not harsh my buzz by testing that theory, however. There are some complete knobheads, of course, who think they deserve to live in their parents' world and are scared shitless that they won’t. The future is going to be an amazing enema for them, and even the bible says that time waits for no one, not even constipated conservative larvae. And then there are the hardcore neo-cons who are chewing the scenery because they can’t impose their parents' parents' world on me and my people. ...