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I'm Melissa. INFJ. I'm 19, and I'm a freshmen at the University of Central Florida. I'm currently going for a Bachelors in Computer Science and a minor in Women's Studies. I'm a feminist and a multi-fandom blog.
I care about dogs more than most things.
Currently Watching: The Walking Dead (Season 4), Archer (Season 2), Princess Jellyfish
Currently Playing: Costume Quest (Mac)
Like he didn’t try to sleep with me, he hasn’t even mentioned sleeping with me once. And maybe he will next time but we’ve been talking over a week and I think he’s only mentioned sex in general one time and I just
Thank fucking god
I’m so fucking over young white boys
let me say it in spanish: no
let me say it in french: non
let me say it again in english because i ran out of languages: no
I put up with a lot of crap on a daily basis. I put up with a lot of crap that I don’t talk about because I think about it enough in real life and go on here to forget about it. If I had a dollar for every time I have been fucking disrespected, humiliated, dehumanized, and insulted by a man (notice: not just a straight white, men in general) I’d have enough to cover my full college tuition for a good ten years. I don’t hate men, but I’m not exactly happy with them either. You can call the jokes I make or reblog sexist, but it does not fucking compare to the time I applied for job and the guy who was in charge of interviewing me tried to make a move on me because I was “young and exotic”. A joke about snapbacks or cargo shorts or blazing it does not compare to consistently being reminded by everyone around me that I shouldn’t go into certain career paths because they’re male dominated. It doesn’t fucking compare to the fact that I have to walk home clutching my keys and praying to a God that I don’t believe in so that I won’t get hurt by any of the guys who eye me when they walk by. It doesn’t fucking compare to not being able to wear certain clothes because it’ll cause me to be the recipient of unwanted male attention. A typed joke about white boy drinking monster energy drinks does not compare to constantly having to be wary of all the men/boys I interact with because I know that 1 in 3 women will experience sexual or physical assault. It doesn’t compare.
We went out to dinner and he took me to his house and didn’t try to sleep with me and he took me to a park and we saw Captain America 2 wowowow tonight was perfect
TASHA: (to Clara) I have confidential matters to discuss with the Doctor. Would you excuse us?
DOCTOR: Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of Clara. Well, quite a lot of it. Probably about half. Maybe a smidge under. Actually, Clara, would you mind waiting out here, please?
Yes. This is a thing called character development.