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It’s actually a personal pet peeve of mine when people take this holier than thou stance on plastic surgery. Like it’s just the worst thing in the world. Like taking advantage of cosmetic surgery just makes you the most vapid individual on the planet.

They fail to account for its ability to help people who have been mutilated by serious accidents, because hey, it’s mostly rich white ladies doing it, right?

And even if that were the case, who cares? The science is there to help people. Let it help people. We live in a time when we can change and modify our bodies in a variety of ways. Whether its a piercing or some hair dye or a tattoo. Surgery is merely the logical extreme of body modification. It’s stupid to judge people for trying to change.

If you love your body, that’s great. If you exercised and worked really hard to get your body, that’s great. But don’t judge the morbidly obese person because they had to resort to plastic surgery.

Just like you shouldn’t judge the person who got a new nose, or the person who decided to up their breast size. Even if the surgery isn’t saving their lives, they have their own reasons. It’s selfish to question that choice, and ignorant to label it as self loathing.

At what age should we be able to get tattoos/piercings without the consent of our parents?

13.

Yeah, maybe it’s extreme. But

I think I would get a sun set on my back. I’ve always loved the imagery of a sun setting. It’s about the ending of a day and the beginning of a night. And maybe when I get the tattoo, I’ll feel like I’m beginning. Like I’m starting to reach past societal norms, and embracing new and more provocative things ^_^

• Showers.
• Money.
• Nerd references.
• Buffy the Vampire Slayer
• Boys who taste good.
• Art class.
• Best Friends.
• Greek Mythology.
• Girls with Super Strength.
• Queer as Folk.
• Psychopath characters.
• My room.
• School dances.
• Shopping.
• Dying my hair.
• Adventures.
• Knowing that I can rely on people.
• Listening to “The Last Angi Kai” from the Avatar soundtrack.
• Weeds.
• Drinking with people I trust.
• Being smart.
• Knowing you’ve got my back.
• Being in love.
• Burning your bridges.
• United States of Tara.
• The Tenth Doctor.
• David Levithan.
• The concept of divine beings.
• Being an atheist.
• Barrack Obama.
• The (hopefully) future legalization of marijuana
• Villain songs
• Avatar the Last Airbender
• Seeing movies with friends/dates
• [secretly] when my boyfriends (ex and current) call me Thomas.
• Skinny jeans.
• Drinking Starbucks.
• Lady Gaga.
• Books by Chuck Palahniuk.
• My companion kitty.
• Looking good.
• Writing.
• Magic.
• Being my own man.
• Television.
• Sleeping naked.
• Getting my neck sucked on.
• Hearing your heart beat.
• Holly Black.
• Evanescence.
• The way you smile.
• Talking shit with the friends who won’t tell on me.
• Partying.
• Good dreams.
• Chris Crocker.
• Say Anything.
• Being confident in myself.
• My family.
• The ones who treat me like family.
• Guys who aren’t afraid to shake their ass.
• My online buddies.
• MVCS, even if it wasn’t the best education.
• Being in high school.
• The idea of going to SF U.
• Miss Alekian
• Tom Milsom
• True Blood.
• Scott Westerfeld.
• Listening to music so loud that my mom worries about the state of my ear drums.
• Working up a sweat while working out.
• Going into a locker room and not being teased.
• Being gay.
• Knowing I’m liked.
• My miniscule popularity.
• Bill Maher.
• Facial piercings.
• Boys with an interesting look.
• Bizarre fashion.
• Literature.
• The L Word.
• The idea of a single payer health system.
• Surviving 2012.
• Sarah Michelle Gellar.
• Sketching.
• That the record for longest kiss is currently held by two gay males (33 hours, btw).
• When people challenge me.
• Tattoos. 
• Looking different.
• You.