I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”
I feel so conflicted right now
Do you guys SERIOUSLY not know that Hugh Hefner is super respectful of women and doesn’t play around with peoples misogynistic bullshit?
just because you want to be surrounded by hot ladies 24/7 doesn’t mean you’re a douchebag
Bless this post.
A wild raven perches himself on the fence of a human’s farm and squawks for help because he has three porcupine quills stuck in the side of his face. The kind humans who find him attempt to take the quills out, but not without some “lip” from the raven.
(Really. It is a baby! Its mouth is still pink.)
I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT
SWINGING THERE IS A HORRIBLE IDEA
HOW THE FUCK DO YOU GET ON THE SWING
HOW THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF THE SWING WITHOUT FALLING INTO ALL THAT
You know what I would call this piece if I were to name it?
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