no pants are the best pants.
I know those feels.
And a completely Barbie doll’d crotch, by the looks of it. I mean, I know this is a grainy digipic and all, but no evidence of flaps, at all. I wonder how s/he piddles.
Nude selfies don’t give you the right to make intrusive comments about other people’s genitals, asshole.
I’ve just said what everyone is thinking: I see no genitals to speak of. Maybe this is a weird artifact of the photo itself, but it’s plain as day. I mean, I know I’m a fag and all, so maybe this sort of thing is more common than I assumed, but for all the intrusive vulvae I see on my dashboard every single day, one of the few times I expected to see some, based on the comments about the photo from others and all other elements of the photo, I see none. It’s weird and unsettling.
If she’s happy with that, more power (and I genuinely mean tat), but you know, this Tumblr culture of “all comments but the most approving are unwanted” has got to stop and grow up; either you want comments or you don’t, you don’t get to dictate what people say, and just because something it’s dripping with unflinching approval doesn’t make it bad. I’m not judging her person, hell, I wasn’t even willing to assume she was female-identified at first —I do drag, I know how tucking works, and I’ve seen some talented girls/gurls (I see Queens who identify with both) pull off the Barbie crotch with that stance. The clear goal of this cultural trope of Tumblr is TO MAKE PEOPLE AFRAID of saying anything but gushing approval, but only the “right kind” of gushing approval, lest someone maybe feel uncomfortable and have to say something mildly confrontational, like an adult. It’s OK to be curious, to be bewildered and express that in a kind way, and it’s OK to say silly things because of something objectively unusual about a photo.
If her cat had popped hi/r head up *right there*, and I made some awkward “pussy” double entendre, you wouldn’t be chastising me, but because I can’t see any evidence of genitals at all in a grainy digipic and said so, you think it’s OK to call me names. Who’s the bully here making intrusive comments, now?
Hey everyone! Look! A misogynist piece of shit!
Yr right, though. I am totally the asshole here. You caught me. By calling you out on yr body-shaming bullshit, I have stooped to the lowest levels of internet bullying. I mean, I’m practically the internet Hitler, right?
Hey, fucknut: The right to say whatever the fuck pops into yr head doesn’t protect you from EVER BEING CALLED OUT OR QUESTIONED on it.
No one is asking for your unconditional fucking approval. But just because someone posts a thing doesn’t mean they automatically want to hear every fucking thought that comes into yr sad, confused little mind.
If yr following me, please feel free to click the “Unfollow” button. Seriously. It’s in the top right-hand corner. Yep, right there. You can do it. Click once we’re done. You won’t have to see any more confusing and unsettling pictures of *gasp* human bodies, and I won’t have to see any more of the sewage you call seem to think passes for commentary.