That should teach me to count on a bureaucracy. I’m supposed to get my tax return today. It’s my money and I desperately need it. But here it is, 1037 and no monies. My paycheck is there, telling me that at least one accepted time for direct deposit has passed, but that’s barely enough to cover rent.

I need my money.

Aargh.

Anyway. Some interesting things from about the internets before I fall back into my smut story:

Mansplaining according to Karen is

[w]hen a dude tells you, a woman, how to do something you already know how to do, or how you are wrong about something you are actually right about, or miscellaneous and inaccurate “facts” about something you know a hell of a lot more about than he does.

Bonus points if he is explaining how you are wrong about something being sexist!

Next up: Did you know the age of consent in the Vatican is twelve? What I particularly love here is how anal sex, that cannot get anyone pregnant, has a higher age of consent than vaginal sex in many places. (Also, that in some places the age for f/f sex is younger than for m/m sex, but it seems the reverse is NEVER true.)

Oh, humanity, how silly you are.

Also on the discussion of anal sex, I found this a bit interesting:

At the same time as anal penetration is held up in hetero male culture as the ultimately painful/humiliating/unpleasant experience, it’s also held up as one of the premium sexual experiences any man can have – IF he’s on the penetrating end. (Speaking, of course, about heterosexual relations.)

The writer suggests we call men on that. I say it sounds like a great plan. Make up your minds, boys! Either it’s a marvelous thing, or it’s painful, humiliating domination.

If you’re not willing to have it done to you, why in hells would we let you do it to us?

And I don’t want to hear a word about your poor virgin asses, either.