Saw this and wanted to share my story about how this is untrue.
I was writing fanfiction in notebooks in high school, and me and my friends would pass it back and forth because they wanted to read all the smutty goodness. If anyone has read some of my fanfics for supernatural or otherwise you’ll know what I’m talking about.
One day I was writing a particularly x rated scene in science. My friend was really excited about it and was bugging me to write faster and pass it to her to read. So I did and at one point the old fat teacher (a guy no less) goes, what are you writing that’s so wonderful? It can’t be notes, let me read it to the class.
My friend literally gasped and I started shaking my head, ‘no you really don’t want to read this.’ I told him and he gave me a look so I brought it up to him and had to stand there as he read the most graphic man on man sex scene I’d probably ever written to date. I saw his eyes scan over the paper, and slowly get bigger and he glanced up at me and all I could do was shrug. ‘told you so’ I thought.
He turned out to be a cool teacher and made up some gross sounding love confession about some guy I was crushing on, and then said don’t write anymore notes in his class. I sat down and I swear for the rest of that year he never called on me or looked at me for more than 2 seconds the rest of the semester.
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I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.