thecautiousabandon:

Well put! Polar opposite of The Twilight Series. My child will one day hate and love me for encouraging her to be strong and independent unlike what she’ll see in the movies she will absolutely love.

I have never been wonky over or get a lady boner for romance. I’m not interested in romance. I love and I love hard and deep, but I don’t swoon for romance. I got shit to do. I have places to be, people to see, and staap that shit.

You know what romance does for me? It reminds me of every 19th Century novel about British ladies suffering and having issues about men named Perceval or some such. I don’t RELATE to those stories. I don’t relate to living in the countryside and living in an attic and pining for a British dood who talks without opening his mouth.

Besides, romance always feels made up, fabricated and moreover, a construct to keep women in their ‘place’. Because then a woman can spend her life searching for the dood who will bring her flowers, propose to her over the entire Tumblrverse, walk her through the park with an ugly diamond ring and tell her the future is now (fuck off, Kays Jewelers), and so on. And when that dood never shows up, then well, her life sucks and she’s a failure.

Oh and don’t think I think straight men are all that. What many think of as romantic can be manipulative and oppressive and they are susceptible to behaving that way, not because they believe it, but they feel obligated or have no clue.

You know what I appreciate? Equality. Good manners. Brains. And good fucking. I don’t need you to sit next to me, while I lay in bed, and sing me songs while strumming the guitar. Well, you can do that if you’re playing the Clash. Otherwise, NO.

You know what I love in a mate?

I’d like you to respect me. I’d like you to make me laugh or laugh along with me. I’d like you to clean up after yourself and behave like a self-sufficient adult. The other stuff? The recitation of poetry? The Lloyd Dobler, standing in front of my house holding a giant boom box playing Peter Gabriel? You can take that elsewhere. (via rosasparks)

I love you forever. (via stillawannablessedbe)

What she said.