Once when I was a kid, I asked my parents for a Barbie set, as I’d had a lot of fun playing with Barbie at my friend’s house. (This was when I was old enough that it was a little weird to want a Barbie, but not, like, suspicious weird.) My mom objected, citing feminist concerns. I think she was sincere, and even at the time I understood and saw the validity in those criticisms.
What I got was a generic, glamorless, “family” doll set. The mother, father, and two children had the vibes of lego people minus the minimalist charm; the parents were the height of a baby carrot, the kids half that. The dollhouse was of a standard suburban American home, and the set did not come with outfits, unless you count a couple pieces of sports equipment.
The gender aspect of this was not lost on me.
An eclipse is an event where the sight of the moon passing in front of the sun is blocked by clouds.
assistant: ok, now go look at his dick to see if he’s hard.
scientist who’s about to invent the penile plethysmograph: nice try, but I’m not gay.
me when i enjoy my hobby
Just wrote a ballbusting post, selected the date I want it to be posted, and clicked “schedule”. The “are you sure you want to post this without tags?” popup appeared, which reminded me that I had forgotten to tag it #ballsposting. Thanks tumblr
Realized that just by crossing my legs the right way, I can cause a dull ache in my balls wherever I want without anyone noticing. Awesome.
Employee: You’ll be staying in room 4
Me: That’s easy to remember because it’s the number of legs a dog has
Employee: Exactly.