Im A Lesbian And Somehow I Manage To Walk Down The Street And Not Ogle Women I Find Attractive, Or Cat

I’m a lesbian and somehow I manage to walk down the street and not ogle women I find attractive, or cat call or degrade them, or touch them without permission, or interrupt their daily lives, it’s almost as if I’m treating them like human beings despite my attraction to them. What an insane concept.

I want to be the first person on the moon to shoot a sniper rifle at earth and hit a wasp nest.  my whole life so far is leading up to that moment

i’m obsessed with this scene

Trying to draw buildings

#1 rule of freelancing is that you have to be dead fuckin serious about getting paid. do not assume everything is going fine and they will pay you eventually. follow up as many times as you have to until the money is in your bank account. if you catch yourself thinking, “oh, i don’t want to bother them…” kill that thought and b o t h e r them. send uber-polite, grandma-is-watching e-mails along the lines of, “Hi! Hope this note finds you well. Just wanted to check in re: the status of my payment. Do you know when the funds will be available?” every few days until you get your money. 

also if you’re freelancing for a client based in new york city they’re legally required to pay you within thirty days of receiving your invoice so put a note on your invoice that says, “Per the Freelance Isn’t Free Act, payment is due within thirty days of completion.” if they go over that deadline or they just don’t pay you at all, you can file a complaint with the city’s department of consumer affairs and have your lost wages recovered. go w/ christ brah. 

what a good day to remember that butch lesbians (ESPECIALLY trans, poc, and/or fat butch lesbians) aren’t fucking predatory