The Study Of Rosharan Zoology, Or As I Like To Call It, "Oops! All Crabs!"

the study of rosharan zoology, or as i like to call it, "Oops! All crabs!"

Me Too

Me too, I guess, Me too, and you too, And every woman I’ve ever loved, ever looked up to. Then there are the ones I haven’t, too. Them too. And me too, and you too, And my sisters too, My mother too, My grandmothers too, And fucking everyone.

Is saying "me too" drowning our stories out? Is it normalizing it? Oh, shock horror—you too? Why is it so common? We know this not just because of "Me Too," But because we see, we hear, we feel. I know the touch. I see you flinch when your husband touches you, Even worse, when your uncle’s eyes follow you.

So yeah, you too, hey?

I’m not taking away from "Me Too," I just want everyone to know Me too. Them too. They are so precious— That little girl too. And I scowl at certain men, Some who don’t deserve it,

I question if they should be allowed Around my friends, My family, Their own too. So yes, me too. I’ve never counted how many times— It was just part of the life I learned to live, To survive.

Me too. But so many others too. A chorus of silences, A wave of knowing nods. Me too, You too, And all the ones who never said a word— Them too.

in order to not succumb to sex negative conservatism you have to accept that people will get off to things that are upsetting to you. and you cannot assume anything about what they have or have not experienced, what they do or do not believe, and how they act based solely on what gets them off. even if it's extremely confusing and disturbing to you. there are people who have only ever had heterosexual vanilla sex in missionary with the lights off, who actively contribute to more real world harm than your average fetish artist. kink is not a reliable source of information on someone's moral standing. it just feels good to think that way.

This used to haunt me so I'm so glad I know this now