vegan because i opened my eyes to my own ignorance, learned the truth, and put my taste buds below the suffering of sentient beings
Everytime I think humans are understanding the movements I see patient people trying to reason with a blog called ‘feminists4meat’. I mean, really? At first I thought it was a joke, then I realised this is a serious blog. This is probably why I never join these discussions, I just can’t believe some people.
Tomorrow is Cacau’s (my beautiful elderly dog) surgery and I’m really nervous. She will be removing uterus, a tumor, mammary glands and checking her heart because she’s having a problem there as well.
Just send good vibes guys, she’s really fragile and she means everything to me.
As a bissexual I have spent my childhood and teenage years being confused and refusing to come to terms with myself. Then I’ve been thrown from straght to gay labels between groups of friends. People do not understand or recognize bissexuality, and strange enought the majority of people who made fun of me, discriminated me or didn’t take me seriously were lesbians who didn’t think I was being true to any girl I was ever with, just because I had ex boyfriends and felt attracted towards guys.
My male gay friends usually just call me a ‘lesbian’, and when I get with a guy I’m made fun of, my straight friends don’t understand and keep telling me I’m ‘confused’.
One note to everyone: I am not confused. I know exactly what I want and who I am, it’s you people who should get a grip and try to understand something extremely simple.
I’ve been feeling so bad about my body that everything I put on looks ugly to me.
I have to go out to a club today an there’s a pile of clothes in my bed, I just want to burn all of them.
I haven’t posted a full body selfie or lingerie picture in many months, I miss feeling good with myself.
I don’t like going to clubs, but since I’ve been doing photoshoots, illustrations and a clothing line for a regular party I’ve been going to said party every month.
I feel like an old woman but it really takes so much effort and emotional strenght for me to go to clubs that I find it extremely tiring.
I’d rather be with a few friends at home drinking beer and talking.