the egg is now in a nest made of shitty swords and soft puppet ass

TSA screeners: BAWWWWW STOP BEING MEAN TO US WE’RE JUST DOING OUR JOBS AND FURTHERMORE YOU SHOULD BE THANKING US FOR TREATING YOU LIKE A CRIMINAL THE SECOND YOU WALK INTO AN AIRPORT, BAWWWWW

So… I guess this one was just ~*doing his job*~ when he kidnapped a woman from an airport parking lot, took her home, and raped her?

And those of you who might feel like going “but safety” and “well ~*I*~ don’t mind the naked scanner/gropey patdown”: no1curr that you don’t mind strangers touching you or looking at your naked body.

You are not everyone. Some people have valid fucking reasons to not want strangers touching or looking at their bodies, up to and including “I simply don’t want strangers touching or looking at my body.”

Personally, if my choices are “allow a stranger at a remote location to look at a slightly blurry full-length naked picture of me on equipment that despite all the TSA’s handwaving certainly DOES allow images to be saved and transferred” or “allow a stranger to grab my breasts and crotch in front of God and everyone,” I’m never flying again.

And no, I give not a single fuck if the gropey screener is also female. There is a very short list of people who are allowed to touch certain parts of my body, and she is not on it. There is likewise a very short list of people who are allowed to see what my body looks like without clothing over it, and the dude at the console is not on it.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

And I want every adult who has ever minimized the impact of bullying, who has ever made excuses for a bully instead of standing up for a victim, who has ever described a child known to viciously torment other children as “a good kid, really!” to know this: You are a total fucking asshole.

And hey, let me add a little somethin’ somethin’ to this.

If you have ever said any of the following:

• “I don’t approve of homosexuality but I’m not going to judge you for being gay” (protip: you just did)
• “I don’t hate gay people, I just think they should keep that stuff private”
• Anything referring to not being straight as a ~*lifestyle*~ or a ~*choice*~ or a ~*kink*~
• Anything referring to not being straight as something you are totes okay with as long as it’s not being ~*shoved in your face*~
• Anything referring to the right to decide who you can marry, who can visit you in the hospital and make medical decisions for you should you be unable to do so for yourself, who gets your stuff and your kids if you die as ~*special rights*~ if queer people have or want them

…then you, personally, are part of the reason why some total fucking assholes think it’s okay to bully people. By endorsing the idea that not being straight is somehow gross or wrong or freakish or is otherwise something undesirable and something to be looked down on, you, personally, are part of the reason why this happens.

And from now on, every time you read the paper or watch the news and see yet another story about a person who was effectively tortured to death by total fucking assholes, take a moment to think about the fact that you, personally, are part of the reason why that happened.

Mirrored from Fire of Unknown Origin.

Is preventing violent assault or murder part of your daily routine, rather than merely something you do when you venture into war zones? Because, for women, it is.

And gentlemen? If you are thinking about replying with something along the lines of “well this dun look good for me finding a girlfriend” or “oh, so is this why wimmenz act all bitchy when I’m ~*nice*~ to them” like some of the commenters on the original article and some of the folks on Delicious have, please just do us both a favor and fuck right off now because wow way to miss the point.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

It’s titled “Message to the religious right,” but there are a whole lot of other people who could stand to read and learn from this.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.