Today, I bought this book (for my sister, lets clarify that now ‘cause the only way I’m going anywhere near sperm is if I fall into a vat of it):
OF THE BRILLIANT:
STUFF IT HAS IN IT:
WHAT THE HELL
when you like new thing
when you find friends who like new thing
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.
IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL TO BE THIS CUTE YOU DORK
Disney-fying that kid named Peej
Once upon a time there was a lonely boy called Dan who had no friends apart from the Internet. And then he discovered a prince in shining armour. And he tried ever so hard to get his attention and eventually he did. And they met and Dan was saved from the world.
And five years later, they have both grown as people and as public figures and they care about each other as much as they did before, if not more.
And the beauty of the story is, it’s kinda true.