To all the women of the world,
If you’ve rejected me, I hate you. If we’re just friends, our friendship is over. If we don’t know each other, I will never offer you mere friendship. The friendship I’ve offered to your sex has been abused too much and for too long. I now spit at the concept. So I offer you two options and two options only: take this dick, or fuck off and die. Spread your legs, or go fall on a knife. Wet my prick, or eat a fucking bullet. In other words, if you don’t want to fuck me, then stay out of my life forever. If you don’t want to fuck me, I honestly couldn’t care less if you died. Those are the only options you get. Those are the only options you deserve.
Look, asshole, you think you’re friends with women, but your’e not. Real friendship is not given out on the condition that your friends fuck you; you’re just pretending to be friends with women and you know what?
They know that which is WHY they reject you romantically, platonically, and at your first approach. But you’re such a creepy goddamn asshole (“eat a fucking bullet”, “fall on a knife”. Seriously?) that some of these women feel like they can’t out-right reject you so they offer you their friendship, which you, apparently, take to mean “if you listen to me talk about my life for more than 5 minutes, I’ll fuck you”.
Friendships don’t work that way you creepy, entitled bastard.
You want to know WHY women reject you?
It’s because you equate them to their reproductive organs, you don’t see them as human beings with feelings and lives and opinions, you see their “pussies” as the point of your life and that drives choices you make. You attempt to reduce women down to statistics and psychology when the only thing you need to do is see each individual woman as the human being she is, not some behavioral study. The only good thing you see women for is so that you can fuck them. The only point you see to life is having sex. You have no concept of caring for someone without it being sexual. It IS possible for people to care about you and not want to fuck you, that’s called friendship.
You claim that women won’t fuck you because they are shallow and won’t have sex with anyone who isn’t a conventionally attractive and THAT is why you are rejected. You are rejected because women know that you don’t respect them, I imagine it’s pretty goddamn obvious when they interact with you. The truth is that you’re the shallow one. You blame all of your problems on the fact that you perceive yourself as unattractive. You think that the attractiveness of a person is based off of looks alone and when THAT is what is defining the relationships you have in your life, it’s no wonder that you do not have fulfilling friendships or relationships. People are more than their appearance. WOMEN are more than their appearance. But you don’t think people who are unconventionally beautiful are worth your time, you don’t think it’s possible for them to be attractive in other ways.
How do you expect to have fulfilling friendships with women (and I mean actual friendships, not friendships that only exist on the condition that they fuck you) when you don’t think they’re possible? How do you expect to have relationships with women when you think they’re only interested in money and fucking hot guys? You’re not going to have a fulfilling relationship with someone when you think they’re a money-grubbing, shallow human being, but from your tumblr posts, it doesn’t seem like you even want a fulfilling relationship with a woman, you just want to fuck them, because that’s the only reason women exist in your world.
It’s obvious you think the reason women reject you is because of your appearance but the actual reason they reject you is because you have a shitty fucking outlook on relationships and a terrible view of women. No woman is going to want to be around you when you can barely hold in your contempt for their existence. I don’t understand how you can complain about being friends with women and then whine about not having a girlfriend. Do you expect to date someone and not have some level of friendship present between you? How do you expect to be in a relationship with someone if you fucking loathe spending any time with them that doesn’t include your dick inside one of their body parts?
You want a girlfriend so bad? Stop being such a giant asshole when it comes to women and recognize that women are capable of having feelings (that aren’t solely about YOU), thoughts, and needs (which might even include completely platonic friendships!). If you just want a hole to fuck, buy a goddamn fleshlight.
Providing comfort to each other in times of stress or sharing a reaction, etc. while still keeping relationship secret
1. Dan Savage hates trans people and uses transphobic slurs.
“Children have a right to some stability and constancy from the adults in their lives. Perhaps I’m a transphobic bigot, but I honestly think waiting a measly 36 months to cut your dick is a sacrifice any father should be willing to make for his 15-year-old son. Call me old-fashioned.
Unfortunately, your ex wasn’t willing to make that sacrifice (selfish tranny!), or it never occurred to him to make that sacrifice (stupid tranny!)…. If your son can’t deal with having his dad/mom/whatever around right now, support him and tell his dad/mom/whatever to leave the two of you alone for the time being.”
2. Dan Savage believes that bisexuals do not and should not exist.
“I’m not saying bi guys are bad people, or they don’t make great one-night stands. Bushes, bathhouses, and sleazy gay bars are crawling with bi guys. But if a guy wants more, he’ll have an easier time getting it from another gay man.”
3. Dan Savage has admonished women for not putting up with their partner’s sexual desires and has criticized female rape survivors’ stories.
“There the guy was, boned for you, and he was brave enough to put his desires out there, to make himself vulnerable (which is what the ladies are always saying they want, right?), and you lobbed the ol’ “What?!?” bomb at him and made him feel like a freak. Is it any wonder that he quickly moved on to “other things” and, one would hope, better sex partners?”
“I’m extremely sorry that you were raped, DRARS, although your baseless accusations of rape make me doubt you when you claim to be a survivor of rape. The feminist bloggers are going to accuse me of thought crimes: If a woman says she was raped then, by God, she was raped. (Tell it to the lacrosse team.) But if my reaction to your letter is a thought crime, I can only plead entrapment: I wouldn’t have had these illegal thoughts if you hadn’t sent me such a stupid letter in the first place… Finally, DRARS, I hereby withdraw my consent for you to read Savage Love. If you continue to read my column against my will, well, we all know what word to apply to your actions.”
4. Dan Savage thinks that racist gay white men are less of a threat to African-Americans than homophobic African-Americans are to gay people.
“I do know this, though: I’m done pretending that the handful of racist gay white men out there—and they’re out there, and I think they’re scum—are a bigger problem for African Americans, gay and straight, than the huge numbers of homophobic African Americans are for gay Americans, whatever their color.”
EDIT: Here are some more lovely gems from our resident asshole Dan Savage on his rampant hatred for everything not white, male, and gay:
5. Dan Savage thinks asexuals are secretly “fags”.
“I appreciate the feedback, Stephanie, and I’m sorry I offended you. But… um… I couldn’t help but think, as I read your letter, that your boyfriend is either a fool or a fag. But if it works for you guys—if a romantic relationship devoid of sexual attraction and activity works for you guys—then it works for you guys. Who am I to argue with success?”
6. Dan Savage is fatphobic.
“First off, LARDASS, you neglected to include a sign-off, forcing me to create one for you. I tried to create one that captured the spirit and tone of your letter, and I think I did pretty well… I am thoroughly annoyed at having my tame statements of fact—being heavy is a health risk; rolls of exposed flesh are unsightly—characterized as ‘hate speech.’”
Everyone needs this reminder. Dan Savage is not a good representative of either the queer or sex positive communities.
So, I am quite aware that everyone is allowed to have their opinions, and I’ve heard that a lot of fans apparently hated Bela, but who tags direct character-hate in that character’s tag?
When I see stuff like this, I block people. You do not tag hate in the tag of what you are hating on. Basic fucking courtesy.
(Beware: long, emotional, unedited feels.)
I am literally incapable of understanding how someone could possibly want to see something like that happen to Bela Talbot. Yes, she was self-centered and emotionally distant—she screwed the Winchester’s over occasionally, and always looked out for herself. But why is that?
Because she was broken. We were given the barest insight into her past—into why she was who she was—and it’s completely understandable.
Bela Talbot was a girl who was abused. The manner of that abuse isn’t specified in the one short window we’re given on her deal with Lilith—an ancient demon who took advantage of a child who just wanted the pain to stop. Bela was screwed over by a demon as a child, and grew up knowing that no matter what she did, in the end she would be going to hell. So why not enjoy doing whatever the hell she wanted on the way there?
But Bela is a clever and intelligent woman so she of course decides that she doesn’t want to go to hell just yet-shredded by hellhounds-and takes the only weapon she knows is capable of saving her. (The Colt.)
And that is also understandable.
How many people do you think a woman with her past can trust?
Her father-at least-directly abused her.
Her mother-at least-allowed it to happen or didn’t care enough to notice.
Her so-called savior was a demon, who took advantage of her in order to drag her to hell in a decade.
She doesn’t have any healthy relationships that would make the idea of trusting two random strangers even halfway logical.
Bela Talbot believes-until the very end-that the only person she can rely on is herself.
At first, to Bela, Sam and Dean are just hunters. She’s dealt with their kind before—glory-seeking monster-killers, and I bet you anything she can’t even understand their motivations. Oh, certainly she see’s them believing in those motivations-in helping people, in saving lives-but who’s ever been their to save hers?
And really what good are hunters if they only hunt the monsters that are supernatural? Where were hunters when her monsters were the people who were her blood and held her life in their hands? Where were hunters when the only person she could turn to in her pained desperation was Lilith?
Likely, Bela views the efforts of hunters as fruitless. She’s jaded. She’s seen the horrors of the world reflected in the actions of her parents, in her own direct experiences; and really, with so much evil in the world-so much evil in humanity alone-why even bother trying to get rid of all of it?
Bela isn’t going to bother hoping, when all she’s seen is reason not to. But again, she’s smart; so sometime after her parent’s die as a result of her desperate deal, she decides that she needs to know more about demons, about the supernatural.
She inherits her
family’sfortune—and really, she deserves it after what they put her through, and she branches out into the paranormal. I’m sure at first it’s research, and then after she acquires an object and finds that it’s actually useful. Then she goes into the business.
One part of her distaste for hunters is due to her belief in evil, the other due to her own hurt and what-if-wishing that she stuffs down and refuses to directly address.
If anything Bela Talbot is strong. She built herself up from a broken home. She found her answers. She made the best plan she could in the circumstances she was in. I could almost guarantee that she spend her years involved in the business of supernatural artifacts looking for a way to save herself from Lilith, fruitlessly, growing more and more frustrated and hopeless each year.
Until finally, the colt comes up.
Here’s her salvation. But these two idiot hunter brothers have it—and yes, they are idiots because she’s managed to fool them so easily in the past, to steal a prize that should be much more protected (
they should be grateful, a demon in the right meatsuit could have done the very same).
Bela doesn’t hate the Winchester brothers, but she’s likely envious of them, and distrustful of their motives.
Sam and Dean have always had each other, through it all, and Bela has had no one. While she knows that they run about risking their lives to save others, her very building-blocks, due to her past, make her unwilling to trust them with her life. After all, she’s never been able to trust anyone with it in the first place.
So, the colt.
But the demons change the deal, and her time runs out, and she doesn’t kill Sam, and she wants help because she’s so desperate and she knows she was wrong, and she hates herself for it; she always has, and now she’s going to be in pain for all eternity, and she’s going to become the monster now, and the hounds are coming and no amount of paranormal knowledge can save her.
Bela dies. She dies to a hunter-supposedly selfless saviors of innocent civilians-condemning her. Casting her to death, wordlessly telling her she deserves it for killing her parents. To this hunter the most important thing is family, but Bela has never even known what family is. Her parent’s were the monsters, but no one understands, and no one ever will except Lilith who will be waiting to turn her into a monster too. Dean makes an assumption, he doesn’t like Bela and what she’s willing to do to survive (her life has been survival, and so has Dean’s, but he’s always had Sam to keep him stable and open) so his tone is filled with distaste and cold reality.
Bela never wanted the Winchesters to like her. In fact, she’s always wanted to repel them; she never believed in letting people close. They can only hurt you that way.
Dean makes a joke out of it, taunts her. She’s crying. She always knew it would end this way, she’s always known that she’s not innocent—she was never given the option.
She asks for Dean’s help anyways, and says she doesn’t deserve it. Bela knows she isn’t a good person, she hates herself, she hates her life; all she’s ever had is the money. Still, she doesn’t want to die. She’s going to be tortured until she is twisted into a demon.
Her parents are probably there too.
Bela is a victim. And she’s made herself into someone who focuses on survival. She’s strong and clever and intelligent.
I don’t understand how you could condemn anyone to that sort of fate, and even applaud over it.
I just—what even?
Now this here? This deserves a standing ovation.
Bolded the bits that gave me the most feels.