If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again
Isn’t it disgusting that 23 people just unfollowed me
Unfollow me too
this goes double if you call paedophilia a disability. unfollow me twice
and if you call pedophilia an “orientation” or in any way compare it to being LGBP+ you can unfollow, delete your blog, and set yourself on fire.
I just lost 50 followers.. bye
clearing out the trash
GO ON AND S M A S H THAT UNFOLLOW BUTTON
BUHBYE U McNASTIES
I’ve seen this circulating forever and genuinely thought “no way do I have any of them following me” until this week when it turned out I had all these fuckin “MAP” (pedophile) followers sad to find out I’m an “anti” (normal person)
This is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen, so I had to learn more – and discovered that there’s also a cool story behind it! Photographer Jim Richardson in National Geographic tells all:
Today it’s time for confession and this is a pretty good picture to be confessing about. There I was in Scotland, just happily looking through the viewfinder of a Nikon N90 (sweet camera for the era) mounted on my 80-200 f/2.8 Nikkor sitting on a tripod, staring at Rusty and Tufty, two of the hulkiest Highland cattle I had ever seen. I was there photographing whisky country for National Geographic Traveler magazine and so I was in the Highlands town of Dalwhinnie, home of the eponymous whisky. Highland “coos” (as the Scots like to call them) are not exactly a profound photographic subject but I wasn’t feeling particularly profound, anyway. I just couldn’t think of anything better to point my camera at.
When suddenly, out of nowhere, this guy with Mohawk hair and a leather jacket walked into my viewfinder. I never saw him coming at all. Hardly had a chance to pop my head over the camera to see if what I was seeing in the viewfinder was, in fact, real when he pulled out a loaf of white bread and started feeding Rusty and Tufty, who seemed to be well acquainted with the drill. Recovering swiftly (I try to do that when good fortune rescues me from my general incompetence), I hit the motor drive and let it run.
today’s mood: celebrating Christmas in the Hogwarts with your friends, singing carols, wandering alone at school at midnight, playing hide-and-seek with Peeves, eating lots of turkey and cakes, spending time near the fireplace
