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i wrote a novel in the tags last post and it got disordered. fuck

i really don’t understand why people insist on writing entire posts in the tag field sometimes


Here, a mother oil drilling platform is seen nursing its young.  Most offshore rigs have a gestation time of nearly 3 years, and will protect their young from pirates and protesters up to their tenth year, suggesting a highly developed intelligence and nearly mammalian qualities, suggesting to some that they may be cetacean rather than fish.  In fact they are neither, being mostly mechanical with only a few biological components which some suspect are parasitic rather than symbiotic. When fully grown, the young platform on the left will produce up to 8,000 gallons of oil an hour. It may live well over 75 years.

(Source: obsidianobelisk)








I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”

I feel so conflicted right now

That awkward moment when Hugh Hefner is more trans-positive than most feminists of the same era. 


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