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Ugh do you know how hard it is to find which voting district you live in for 2012?

REALLY FUCKING HARD.

If anyone has any suggestions, please, send them my way, because I have just about had it.

EDIT: I NOW EXIST IN A DEMOCRATIC DISTRICT! WOOOOOOOO! THANK YOU CALIFORNIA GERRYMANDERING!

Ugh sometimes, tumblr, I swear. If you were recently unfollowed and then re-followed by me, that would be my tumblr acting up. Apologies.

Relative: Now I want to see a picture of you in an abiyya when you go to Jordan. Me: Well, I won’t necessarily be wearing one, but if I do I’ll take a picture for you. Relative: I don’t exactly want to see you coming back with a Muslim boy, though. Me: Oh don’t worry, I know enough of them here. Relative: *silence*

Anonymous asked: What about pansexuality then? Would that apply to you? I'll stop here, I don't want to be too pervasive.

No, no, it’s fine - I’m happy to talk about it :) I used to identify as pansexual, but I don’t really feel comfortable with that label either, mostly because it’s kind of a wishy-washy label that most people have never heard of. But out of all the labels, pansexuality definitely applies to me the most. As I said before though, for some reason I just never really felt the need to identify myself by my sexual preferences. It’s just kind of so much a part of me I don’t really feel like I need to set it apart and identify it.

I hope that made at least a modicum of sense?

Okay. So I’m going over GQ’s “50 Things a Man Does Not Have to Do Before He Dies.”

Let’s see which ones I agree with and which ones I don’t. (I’m ignoring ones I don’t give a fuck about.)

Agree:

• Get a mohawk. Self-explanatory, really.
• Come to terms with your anger. Though controlling it would help.
• Attend burning man. Just… why?
• Deliver a baby while trapped in an elevator. There’s the word “baby” in it. Automatically crossed off the list of “making my life fuller.”
• Be a drug mule. I want to know why would that be on anyone’s list in the first place.
• Have a kid. Definitely not necessary. And if we’re talking only to men here, you should all shut the fuck up because your decision doesn’t involve you giving birth to a baby disguised for nine months as a parasite through your vagina.
• Swim with sharks. Never really saw the appeal.
• Videotape yourself having sex. Just don’t. Seriously.
• Manage a hedge fund. Why would anyone find that fun or fulfilling?
• Eat a blowfish. My grandma apparently made my mom promise never to do this, and I agree with the sentiment.
• Stop working for the man. Hahahahahaha! As someone who will probably end up working for some government or other at some point in life, I agree. Sometimes the man can be fun, too!
• Catch and release a marlin. …Why?
• Swim the English Channel. It’s cold and probably involves peeing in the current and hell you don’t know what’s down there. I have absolutely no desire to do this, ever.

Don’t Agree:

• Join a food coop. Going to join one this upcoming semester! Go OSCA, woot!
• Understand the Theory of Relativity. Already taken a class on it, bitch.
• Remember which one’s Montana. Geography is always important.
• Memorize the US Presidents in order. Why not? As Thomas Jefferson once said: “YOLO.”
• Road-trip on the PCH or other similarly iconic routes. I mean, I love driving along PCH (though I really only relish driving it alone at sunset) so I hesitate to put this on my “agree” list, plus I really need to road-trip at some point.
• Run a marathon. I’ve always had weak endurance (heyy, asthma!), so it would give me a feeling of accomplishment.
• Learn how to drive a stick shift. Already done, and not gonna lie, I feel pretty badass.
• Blog. FUCK YOU, GQ. WHATEVAH WHATEVAH I DO WHAT I WANT.
• Find the village in Ireland where your great-grandfather was born. I found the village in Sweden where my great-grandmother was born and randomly ended up meeting some lovely Swedish relatives of mine. So hey, go for the leprechaun gold!
• Climb Mount Kilimanjaro. Seems like a tangible, worthwhile, and beautiful goal, why not!
• Gaze upon the ruins of Pompeii. But… but… so much history!
• See Michelangelo’s David. I kind of wanted to put this in the “agree” list after the disappointment that is the size of the Mona Lisa, but I actually like Michelangelo’s David whereas I wasn’t really too wild about the Mona Lisa to begin with.

And a special final list entitled “Fuck you, GQ!” for this single entry:

• Follow a list in a magazine. Hardy har har, but wait that’s what we’re doing right now, wow you’re so meta GQ, how did you ever think of that clever one?

For the exciting list I’m referencing: 50 Things a Man Does Not Have to Do Before He Dies.

Anonymous asked: What is your sexuality? My curiosity got the best of me.

Haha good question! In official LGBT “identity” terms I am bisexual, though it’s never really been a label I’ve felt comfortable with (beyond the obvious gender binary implications and general stigma from both the straight and LGBT communities). For some reason, I’ve never really felt the burning desire to identify as any specific sexuality. I usually tell people I’m “mostly straight” or “70-30 with a preference towards men,” but I really just don’t understand how people can’t see the beauties that each gender brings. If my body finds someone attractive, who am I to argue about the details of gender? It’s all just different shaped flesh, really. (I know, I am the romantic type!)

With just physical attraction, I’ve always kind of found it interesting that my bisexuality tends to shift so that I’m in distinct “moods”: sometimes I’m more in the mood for women, sometimes I’m more in the mood for men. This may have to do partly with my desire to be the more dominant one in relations with a woman, but the more subordinate one in relations with a man.

I guess to sum it up, my sexuality is that I just see people as individuals and go from there. I’m just lucky I was never really discriminated against for my sexual preferences, so I never really felt the need to define myself by them.

Once Upon a Time: Episode 21 Thoughts

• The Granny is Admiral Akbar! “It’s a trap!”
• The Mad Hatter’s name is Jefferson and his symbol is a card with a White Rabbit. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE, WRITERS.

It’s official: European pop culture has taken over my tumblr this Memorial Day Weekend.

Though does that really come as a surprise?