girlwithgoldeyes:

Fuck that. If I wear heels that’s my own choice.

A girl’s footwear doesn’t make her any better or more of a special snowflake, it really doesn’t. It’s fucking shoes, who gives a shit.

If a girl wears high heels, thats her own choice. A girl wears sneakers, own choice.

Neither are better, neither are worse.

Now if you excuse me, a pair of four inch heels are calling my name.

Girls who’d rather run barefoot like a feral animal, growling at unfamiliar noises and probably contracting ringworm/rabies/etc. Now that’s a REAL girl.

Orson Welles 1/50

This is relevant to my interests.

kaorunooto:

megdanger:

kaorunooto:

Madame Danger, I LOVE the land of 90-mins! But tonight I must venture to the island of whiskey sours.
Also, who makes a good pumpkin ale? I’m yet to have one that’s truly great.

The island of whiskey sours is a delicious place. And Shipyard has a seasonal pumpkin ale and it is the only one I have ever liked. I could drink that shit forever. Even better, shot of baileys and a little rum and you have a PUMPKIN BOMB, which is what I had several of last Halloween when I stormed the stage at the bar and sang Kryptonite with the band that was playing.

…So yeah, Shipyard makes good pumpkin ale

Wow, I think we need to drink a few shipyards together when it comes round.

MAYHAPS

kaorunooto:

Madame Danger, I LOVE the land of 90-mins! But tonight I must venture to the island of whiskey sours.
Also, who makes a good pumpkin ale? I’m yet to have one that’s truly great.

The island of whiskey sours is a delicious place. And Shipyard has a seasonal pumpkin ale and it is the only one I have ever liked. I could drink that shit forever. Even better, shot of baileys and a little rum and you have a PUMPKIN BOMB, which is what I had several of last Halloween when I stormed the stage at the bar and sang Kryptonite with the band that was playing.

…So yeah, Shipyard makes good pumpkin ale

kaorunooto:

nolitevastare:

andyhutchins:

nolitevastare:

Oh summer, cherry beer is one of your better traits

I think me not liking cherry beer, when I like pretty much every other iteration of cherries, is evidence that I don’t really like beer. I’ve never really had a “good” beer, though.

This stuff is probably a good benchmark, since not only is it cherry, it’s a wheat beer. I think I had Joey try it—he didn’t like it, and nobody likes cherries more than that man.

This sounds delicious.

Sam Adams tastes like peeeeeeeeeeee. Come with me to a glorious land filled with Pumpkin Ale and 90-minute IPAs! 

lettiebobettie:

It’s really hard to find a date when you are the single parent of assassin babies that always find their way into terrible trouble….

Shit. That might be the cutest thing ever.

kaorunooto:

megdanger:

I’m writing a bunch of tangentially related short stories right now about druggie punk kids and music and vague profundity. Anyway one of the stories sort of evolved organically into being about a trans kid attempting suicide and I want to write it in a way that isn’t bullshit and I also had the…

Personally, I love the idea. One shitty thing to understand is that, right now, no matter how well you portray a trans person, being cis, you will piss someone off. But, this is also 2012, where everyone has a tire-iron up their ass about something. So, if you write with good intentions (not talking about the suicide, but it not being a diatribe against trans people) which I have no doubt that you are and you do your research, I think you’ll be fine. If you post it to Tumblr/the internets, I’d highly suggest a trigger warning at the front though.

But now I need to spend a minute on the idea of “…sticking my literary nose where it has no right to be.” I question whether such a place even exists! If you can accurately and honestly portray your subject, you should be able to write about whatever the fuck you want. For some people, that simply means more research on some subjects than others. I could write about a person working at a teahouse who finally snaps and kills a stupid customer by stuffing tea down their throat without opening anything beyond a word processor. However, if I wanted to write about someone living in South Africa working in a diamond mine and their plan to blow up the entrance to the mine to get back at the douche-bags who run the place, I’d spend a long fucking time researching it to make sure I didn’t fuck up anything with the culture, racial tensions of the area, the existence of a diamond miner, anything. Anyone who says cis people can’t write about trans people just because their cis is a fucking idiot.

*inhales deeply, sighs to relax*

That being said, I am a certified trans person and would be more than happy to answer any questions you may have, Megan Danger. I iz heres to halp. If you do have questions, you can reach me via Tumblr, but that may not guarantee a swift/immediate/timely response. So, if you hases my number you can call/text me. If you do not (and desire it), just let me know.

Thank you for replying :D this makes sense (obviously) and mostly it was me being scared of not writing something so sensitive out well and I’m not really planning on posting to tumblr, its going to be part of a bunch of loosely connected short stories but seriously, I am going to be bothering your ass to make sure I am doing this right, and also you are the best, k bai.