I really, I mean REALLY, wish I had more chest hair.. CURSE YOU LATIN GENETICS!!!!!!
Is that people like to make assumptions. For example, people see me and my boyfriend together and like to make assumptions/judgements/etc. on who “wears the pants” in our relationship…
Just fucking stop right there. I don’t agree for one fucking moment on the whole gender roles assignment on gay couples. One is more masculine/feminine than the other.. Seriously? Are we STILL in the Stone Age?
My face is usually clean shaven, I take care of my skin, I buy large amounts of beauty products, dress (somewhat) flamboyant, I paint my nails, I detest getting dirty..
My boyfriend has a full beard, chest hair, is extremely handy, likes getting dirty, can work on a car and actually accomplish things, dresses “normally”, can go without some deodorant.. Not that any of these things really define us, but they’re just traits that people see on the surface.
So people automatically assume he wears the pants. That I’m some delicate flower that needs tending.. It’s annoying.
And, cuz I know people think thoroughly, that I’m a bottom.
Well, I’m not.
All of this based on appearance.
I play video games, work, lay around and be fat and lazy. He’s a chef, loves cleaning, gardening, can fucking WERK IT in 8 inch stilettos..
We’re always breaking the mold.
So, stuff your judgments. You’re stereotypes. We both wear the pants. That’s that.
I need to rant for a moment. I don’t fucking understand why dads are such pathetic losers sometimes. Like, seriously? Shut. Your. Fucking. Stupid. Mouth. You. Dumb. Fucking. Cunt. You feel bad about the things you’ve done, so you have to project and blame others? Give me a break, prick. You sit around and preach about doing the right thing and being righteous, yet you trample the one person who has loved you all these years? Really? REALLY?! You should be punched in the face. You’re fucking lucky to have someone beautiful and caring and PATIENT to be there for you, you inept bottom feeder. You can’t do anything by yourself, you’re an infant, and you’re just a bully. Don’t go accusing her of cheating, when all she’s done is love you, and all you’ve done is cheated and sit around and feel sorry for yourself. For once, I can actually say I feel sorry to have you in my life. What’s worse? I’m your child. Grow up, dad. Get your shit together, and GROW THE FUCK UP. You wonder why I don’t wanna be “friends” with you. Cuz you still continue to trample over the emotions of y mother, who had to be there to be the mom AND dad for most of my childhood. It saddens me to know that when I think of you, I just think of a waste of space. I love you, but I fucking don’t like you, don’t care for your presence and you mean as much to me as a fucking hole in the wall. Sorry. It just pisses me off that your the one who did something wrong, and I have to sit around in fear of my mother walking out :(.