im not INTERESTED anymore in seeing men’s perception of what female leisure time looks like, how we lounge around hairless and small and beautiful on our beds and couches in oversized shirts and lace underwear, unaware and unassuming and all the more beautiful for not Trying to be beautiful, i’m TIRED of it. even our most basic freedom of privacy, time alone with the self, has been butchered and ripped from us by the gaze of male photographers and artists
ernie: [posting on twitter] love my rubber duckie! #nationalbestfriendsday
bert: listen if you don’t love me anymore there’s nothing stopping you from leaving but I’d like it if you could be honest with me about your feelings because I can’t live like this
ernie: sweetheart I love you more than anyone in the entire world has ever loved another puppet, you’re my everything, how could you say that
bert: [crying] you posted that your rubber duckie was your best friend
ernie: bert you’re my husband
bert: you don’t mean that
ernie: I mean we are literally married
bert: do you love me more than your rubber duckie
ernie: yes bert I love you more than my rubber duckie. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings
bert: it’s okay sorry I overreacted
ernie: no I see now why you reacted that way but you know how much I love you right?
bongdanceking 