funniest10k:

 

I creep on the neighbors …

I cry over things …

I dance like nobody’s watchin’ …

I go out for a drive …

I do things I’m not proud of …

I sit on the computer for 17 hours …

I eat anything I see …

I pretend to be the best dancer and singer in the world …

I cry some more …

And, then everyone comes home, and their like “What’d you do all night?”

And, I’m just like …

… Nothing …

Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard

(Source: ginger4lyfe)

gadevoi:

asexual-not-a-sexual:

So I came out to an old friend yesterday. 

Story time: 

I’m back from school, spending some time in Jersey before my internship starts up, and I’m trying my best to meet up with all of my buddies. So I rang my friend Joe (AKA: Big Joe), and asked him to meet me at the mall near his house for some food and catch up. 

I saw him, and dove into his arms. I missed him so much, and it was such a relief to see him! He’s one of those friends you don’t always think about, but is actually one of the best people you know. Seeing and hugging him reminded me of the calmness and happiness he brings into everyone’s lives, and it was amazing to see him after five months. 

I’ll give you the abridged version of our itinerary: I was starved, so we went to the food court and I got the crappiest Chinese I’ve ever had the displeasure of putting into my body. While I ate we talked about The Avengers, his job at Gamestop, and why I hate Spiderman. After I was “nurished” with that sad excuse for rice, we wandered a tad, I picked my grandmother up a giftcard for Mother’s Day (Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there!), and I got my platonic partner-ladyfriend a gift. And then we stopped for some Auntie Anne’s because those things are fabulous. 

So we sat down, our extremely unhealthy pastries in hand, complete with combo-supplied slushies, and started talking. We talked about friends, about how everyone is doing, about my friends from Maine. And then he asked me about Lawrence, why we weren’t together anymore. 

Now, if you don’t know who “my Lawrence” is, he is my ex, the one I broke up with upon realizing I was ace. I broke things off about 3-months ago, and we ended on very poor terms. Aka: he’s not speaking to me. Seemingly he was offended I didn’t want his dick in me. Who knew? 

So he asked about “my Lawrence.” 

And I told him everything. 

I told him I broke up with him because I didn’t want to have sex with him and he did no accept it. 

I told him bluntly, and purged myself of the toxic event. 

He kind of chuckled, saying something along the lines of, “Wow, he was mad you didn’t wanna sleep with him after a month of dating?! What a dick!” 

And then I specified: 

“No, dude, I don’t wanna sleep with him. Or anyone. Ever.” 

And he was slightly confused, and asked what I meant. Why I didn’t want to. 

So I explained everything. How I’m asexual. How approximately 1% of the population is asexual. How asexuality is a legitimate sexual orientation. How it’s natural, and a part of me. 

He seemed slightly confused, and asked some questions. He was extremely compassionate and respectful. I did my best to explain everything to him, and, slowly but surely, he began to understand. 

And then I mentioned I have “something like an asexual girlfriend.” 

Now, this caught is interest. 

I explained that the person I brought the gift for earlier is my “platonic partner.” I explained how some asexual people choose to have romantic or non-romantic relationships, seeking compassion from others as many allosexuals would (I used the term “sexual,” not wishing to confuse him more). I explained how we talk all the time, how I love her, and how I want to spend my life with her in a platonic fashion; no sex, nothing sexual, just us living together as best friends and companions. 

And his response: 

“That’s pretty cool.”

I was slightly taken aback. 

And then he continued: 

He explained how, to him, compassion is compassion. He identifies as heterosexual, yet he explained that he is okay with accepting affection from any gender, seeing nothing wrong with emotional connections with anyone. He said how he could see himself in such a “partnership,” although I would also like a sexual aspect from elsewhere. He said how he views a few of his friends in that strong, emotional, “queerplatonic” fashion, and he is very happy that I have someone who cares for me. 

Basically, I was floored. He not only accepted my orientation and partnership, but admired it. 

And, for the second time that evening, I realized why I love Big Joe. 

So we spent a few more hours at the mall, just talking. Now all the walls were down, and we talked about everything: sex, romance, emotions, his relationships, my relationships, our virginity, superheroes. 

Everything. 

We got some cake from the Cheesecake Factory; I had chocolate-on-chocolate, he had strawberry cheesecake. 

And then we went to the movies, and saw The Avengers. It was both our second times seeing it. Afterwards we talked about the movie, who had the nicest butt, and I ranted about how Thor’s portrayal in the movie is entirely different than his characterization in the comics. 

And then we parted ways. I was very happy. 

Later on, he texted me. He said that he was so happy to have seen me, and that he loved me. And my heart was very happy. Because now I knew he did not simply like me because he thought I was attractive, did not view me as a possible lay, but simply saw me as an incredible friend. 

I don’t know entire why, but he made me incredibly happy. His acceptance and understanding gave me hope that coming out may not be as difficult as it seems. Sure, I may run into some walls, have to argue with a few stubborn people who get into my business. But it’s a relief to know that there will always be people like Joe, who accept you for what you are, and don’t dismiss you for what you are not. 

I wish everyone the pleasure of having a Joe in their life. 

I just really enjoyed reading this ;_;