Some of you believe this to be a comment upon the gender of the Duolingo owl, but it is not. It is a comment on whether or not birds canonically have nipples.
A friend of mine just shared this because some random bigot on his FB was kicking off that the Duo owl would be pro-LGBT+ rights ("I'll DELETE THE APP!! OMG"). Obviously this is hilariously tragic and bigots should fuck off but I feel like there's a deeper question that needs answering here.
#ICYMI, last week's fabulous guest blog by Violet Grey takes apart #HarrisonButker's terrible commencement speech, and explains why his take is more eerily reminiscent of The Stepford Wives than of the Gospel she loves.
This is a bit cheese but... yesterday, when I finished my massive bike ride (62 MILES! I AM COOL), my boyfriend was there waving at the finish line.
He'd tracked me on the app that lets your friends/family see where you are on the course, then turned up at Tower Bridge in time to see me finish, and buy me a pint.
That was really cool.
I don't think many other boyfriends would have done that for me.
He came to meet me, even though I'd told him he didn't have to. Even though - I can't stress this enough - he *genuinely didn't have to*. I wouldn't have been sad or annoyed if he didn't, it's not something I would ever expect.
But he did it anyway.
And it brought me so much joy.
The idea that someone would put themselves out just to cheer me on was really cool. Seeing him at the finish line was immense - it made me feel very loved and cared for.
I had said, beforehand, that I didn't mind if he came to meet me at the finish line. And that's true. Fundamentally this bike ride was something I was doing for *myself*. So what if I just rode over the finish line, had a quiet can of Strongbow on my own in a park, then wheeled my bike onto the train with aching legs and a sense of solitary pride?
I couldn't ask my boyfriend to *support* me, that would be frivolous. Not what a good, low-maintenance girl should do.
Imagine if you put in tonnes of work, successfully invented time travel, hopped back into the distant past, then found out you were allergic to dinosaurs.
Had an emergency this weekend (all is fine) that required me to cycle back and forth between loads of places and let me tell you, there is no music better suited to helping you stay positive while you tear through London than punk covers of Disney songs.
@Mactonex I just cannot stand for this, it is appalling behaviour from someone I had previously respected. It's basically slander is what it is. I'm going to have to find a new lawyer, so that my old lawyer @neil can expect a strongly-worded letter from them.
This is hot because it's a #threesome, but I hope you'll agree it's made hotter by the fact that even after 20-odd years, the woman who joined me in threesoming that dude popped into the comments to say hi.
I make porn, and sometimes - to my unending delight - it brings my exes out the woodwork to reveal they sometimes read the blog, and high-five me. Yay.
I'm going to share with you a thread of porn that I either made or helped to make. Making this porn is one of the best things I've ever done. I do not care if anyone (including credit card processors/platforms that seek to censor porn) shame me for that.
This piece stands out in my memory because when I produced and edited it, I was trying so hard to lean into femdom - as an amateur/interested person who didn't really know what she was doing but wanted to tap into why it was so erotic for so many.
Ferns (absolute goddess, imo) talks about the 'cunnilingus trials' in her deliciously sultry Aussie accent, and I melt
This piece is deeply meaningful to me, because it articulates a kink that I have spent my entire life being lowkey ashamed of, and the moment when someone I deeply and powerfully loved leaned into it.
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