Isobel decided she needed to read her Harriet + Peter books instead of watching the tv adaptations a gazillion times (and has nearly finished Strong Poison after two days) x
me, circa early 1800s, paying a stable boy a few coppers to ride overnight to deliver you an urgent letter with a thick wax seal that after you struggle to break it just says “bitch!” in tiny little writing
no no no, you don’t understand the true level of spiteful here. The sender of a letter didn’t pay for the post in 1800. The receiver did. You just made your enemy pay for the privilege of being insulted.
By day I write smutty romance novels, and by night I fight crime as a fowl themed superhero who harnesses the element of fire! I am Chick Lit!
My hair didn’t want to cooperate, but I’m reasonably happy with my attempt at a 1920s-style dress — this was based on designs in several home-sewing pamphlets and magazine features of the era. Made up in a better fabric, might not look too shabby.
Well, tell your friend I am flattered. I do enjoy the occasional well-intentioned objectification.
I’m not sure if you are looking for a serious answer or not, but…
I have not been in a relationship for quite some time. My circumstances are not very conducive to a pairing. Not being able to leave the house tends to limit my options. I’ve done online long distance relationships and I actually think some of them went rather well. I was content with the situation but in the end some folks just need to do the IRL thing. I understood that, but I just didn’t have any way to make it happen.
Right now I don’t know if I have the energy to maintain a serious relationship. Some say I could just try something more casual, but I’m not very good at that. I’m a maximum effort type of partner and I’m not sure I could overcome that nature within me. It’s not that I’m overbearing or anything. I’m all about respecting people’s space and independence. But I like to make sure my partner feels special. That they have my attention when it is appropriate. And that just takes… work. And energy. Usually that work is super rewarding and totally worth it. I just don’t know if my body is capable of maintaining those standards.
I guess I’d want to be a good boyfriend and sometimes I worry I’m just not capable of that with my current limitations.
Soooo… I’m not actively seeking anything at the moment. If the universe throws some sort of romantic happenstance at me, I might consider it. But right now I have some wonderful friends who support and love me. I won’t say that I never get lonely, but my close friendships are quite amazing. They fill my heart with so much platonic love that I don’t feel a great need to find a significant other.
And I’m not just saying that to make myself feel better. My friends are the best and I’m grateful for that.
As for girlfriend or boyfriend… I am hopelessly heterosexual. I pretty much live on the left side of the Kinsey Scale.
I say hopelessly somewhat jokingly.
The majority of my friends are very much not heterosexual. And while I’m comfortable with my orientation, I guess sometimes I wish I was able to better relate to the people I love so much. There are some things in this world that one cannot completely understand without experiencing them. I want to be a good ally and I want to be as empathetic as possible, but I still put my big hetero foot in my mouth on occasion.
I’ve learned a lot and feel like I do much better these days. But sometimes, late at night when I’m trying to fall asleep, my brain decides to play that game where it replays every embarrassing thing I’ve ever said. It’s like the hetero hijinks blooper real.
I will say, I have had a few… blips. Tiny little blips. Like these quick brain flashes where I was like, “Whaaaaaaaaaaa??? What was that?”
Do you remember this scene?
For a brief moment I was like…
But it was fleeting and not a valuable learning experience.
I think I still ended up texting Katrina and was all, “OMG! My brain did a thing for Captain America!”
And she was all, “Everybody’s brain does a thing for Captain America!”
So that was no help.
I think I probably gave you wayyy too much information.
Julius Caesar’s two most famous assassins, Brutus and Cassius, were the son and son-in-law, respectively, of a Roman noblewoman named Servilia. And Servilia and Caesar were fucking. Not just a one off thing, either. They were having an affair for literally decades. Everyone knew it. Why did everyone know? Well, one time Caesar and Cato, who was Servilia’s brother, were having a debate (catfight) in the Senate and a servant came in and passed Caesar a note. Cato jumps up, all indignant, and announces that Caesar is committing treason right in the middle of the Senate. See that treasonous note he just got handed? (Like I said, it was a catfight.) And Caesar is like, well Cato, here’s the treasonous note, how about we read it aloud to the Senate, huh? It was a love letter from Servilia. And that’s the story of how Caesar made Cato stand there and listen to the sexts Cato’s sister sent Caesar get read aloud in front of the whole Senate.
I’ve always been privately convinced (on no evidence whatsoever) that Brutus and Cassius killed Caesar because they were so fucking embarrassed that he was fucking their mother/mother-in-law.
On the other side of the dressy scale there was a 7 months pregnant lawyer sitting on the floor at IAD
At O’Hare there was a lawyer who was about five minutes away from giving birth sitting there in her sweatpants with a sign that said “I’m a lawyer and I speak Hindi/Urdu”. Just her and her sign and supersized tea from McDonalds.
I’ll say it again. MOSTLY WOMEN.
Why does their being mostly women matter?
Because, statistically speaking, 64% of lawyers in the United States are men, meaning that the majority of the demographic showing up should reflect this. It is also interesting to note that only 27% of American born lawyers are female- that means that a lot of these women are likely immigrants or foreign born. We have a majority of women showing up in a field where they are a minority; women who dropped everything to help defend human rights and the country. There’s no cis-male equivalency to pregnancy, but if you fail to see the importance and stength of a woman who might feasibly go into labour at any second still standing up for what is right and good whilst the majority of politicians are cowering, then I can’t help you.
“I have been working non-stop for three
days and I have not made a penny,” [said a female lawyer who had been at a Texas airport and asked not to be quoted by name]. A friend, who is a male
immigration lawyer, went on vacation over the weekend, she said, because
he felt it wouldn’t be lucrative. “Male immigration lawyers look at
this and say ‘This is not a business opportunity for me,’” she said.
uhhhhhhhhh i just figured out that “ofc” is “of fucking course” but this whole time i’ve been reading it “ofcourse” ………… anyway if u need a dumbass just hmu
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