My name's Justin. (I’m basically Catwoman.) I love feminism, activism, books, movies, Flyleaf, sleeping, my friends, Lady Gaga, my sister, chocolate, love, people, rain, Marina & the Diamonds, spirituality, the Millennium Trilogy, lipstick, food, parties, The Cranberries, singing, tea, writing, the smell of wet pavement, warm clothes from the dryer, making out, culture, bathroom graffiti, Margaret Cho, make-up art, buildings and objects that look like they're making faces, my dog, the smell of freshly-cut grass, Janis Joplin, v-necks, walking, abandoned structures, The Dresden Dolls/Amanda Fucking Palmer, theatre, candles, shaved legs, nighttime, summer, fashion, men, daydreaming, CDs, being pale, Florence + the Machine, sushi, stubble, cabaret, hugs, Regina Spektor and LIFE!!! :-)

This blog is queer, sex, and body positive. If you have a thing about radical equality, intersectionality, profanity, and/or gay sex, I suggest you leave now. You're entitled to your opinion, but if you're gonna be a privileged, oppressive jerk about it, then you're not welcome here. RESPECT that you don't know everything. If you think you do, you probably don't know shit.

Obviously, none of this material is mine, unless I explicitly state it is (Or if you see a picture of me. I mean, come on, I can't do all the work for you! :-P).

I'm not shy at all. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask!