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May 17

Shut It Down

themblog:

by Renee

I find antique typewriters hot. Yes really. Vintage cheesecake shots, hot. The Hysterical Literature that Marissa wrote about, women reading and coming- so fucking hot. Butches. Tattoos. Piercings. Leather. Porn. The picture of Dorothy Allison holding a shot gun makes my legs shake it’s so hot.The writing I’m reading on the m blog- hot. And at the same time I’m walking with ice cubes frosting the sex in me. Danger. Siren sounds in my head. Uh oh. Shut it down man.

Boundaries. I hate that word.

It reminds me of high maintenance and therapy speak and overly white washed white people, rooms, sterile and dry. It reminds me of trauma and life as part of an amalgam, part of the hive mind, coming out of a place where nothing belonged to me and I didn’t get to say shit about shit.

Is there a way that boundaries can be hot? Like what if I never had to sweat my sig/o g/f hot butch- fill in the blank cuz partner makes me yawn, breaking my boundaries. What if boundaries were a given and I was just golden in safety.

Would I be perpetually in heat?

Maybe.

There is something that happens when a simple here is what I need you to do or not do is smashed or ignored or stepped on like a hot roach smoked down to dust and ash, that turns everything to shivering and darkness. Clicked off. Shut. it. down. Sometimes I manage to carve out a little safe spot to tuck all of my desire into and hide it till I’m ready to pull it out for me. Stake my territory on my own sex again. Reclamation masturbation.

I’ve been reclaiming shit forever. I’m getting tired of it. What would it be like not to have to think about it ever again? Would the sexual world of my body be all eager and open and wet and hard and ready for anything?

Maybe.

Because if the bedroom is all consent driven, even if you are into risk aware kink and want to forget that consent word, even it what makes you hot is all the edges that are sharper than a paper cut, knowing you are in agreement, that the other person or people in the room are not going to pull the rug out from under you while you are walking that edge to explosive joy or pain or coming or ____ fill in the blank, maybe that’s how you get to let go in the first place. Maybe consent is how we get to danger if it’s danger that gets us off.

If I can’t say do what you want but not X and you do X anyway then I am gone again. Polite sure. I’m here but I’m not and sex is just not going to happen. I can’t flip that switch again. It’s been rewired too many times as it is. It’s lived on a hair trigger. It’s been smashed to pieces by big boots walking all over the do what you want but don’t…tickle me, throw eggs at me, spit on my face, or do spit on my face- it doesn’t matter. It’s broken then. What is the it- the trust?

I want to just throw up this subject is torture to write about. But yeah, the trust is gone, the okay to close my eyes around you because I know you will or you won’t do this important thing so I can breathe I can loosen the limbs, I can throw the switch back to on and get juice moving back below my waist. I can look at you without wanting to punch you in the face because this is broken boundary 6 million and seventy here and enough already.

And the fatigue that comes with this shit is huge. It is icing me down to self frigidity. I don’t want to fuck, I don’t want to come. I want to rest somewhere soft and easy for awhile. I want to slowly sharpen all my teeth and sandpaper my edges for safety. I want to rabbit away from you and from sex forever.

Which pisses me off. because I love sex. And I love orgasms. And it’s god damned national masturbation month. So maybe boundaries can be hot. Or the secret to hotness. Because without them, without the consent of my head my clit is dormant and still. I need them. Not a lot, just a couple that are set in stone till I unset them. I get to say.

I should get to say without being mean to myself about it but I’m not that evolved. I’m aways going to feel like an asshole for talking about it. That’s the status here in the masturbatory body. Shut down. I’m working on getting it back. It will happen because I like it too much for it not to. In the meantime stay tuned for a list of things I am finding hot this week with links so you can see them too. And maybe, an orgasm. It’s on my to do list.

Reblogged 6 days ago from themblog

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wow, this is just really really really wellwritten, and kinda sad/frustrating, and very poetic, masturbation month,

May 10

andshesnotevenpretty:

gynocieum:

jcbpaisley:

desliz:

sometimesifindstuffinteresting:

meangirlsofokcupid:

sometimesifindstuffinteresting:

meangirlsofokcupid:

sometimesifindstuffinteresting:

meangirlsofokcupid:

Welcome to my blog… This is a special place where I post pictures of self-entitled women from around OkCupid and expose them for, well, the ugly people they are deep inside.


Think of this as a counterstrike to the “Nice Guys of OkCupid” movement that has seen so much popularity of late. I believe these women need to be stopped, but there’s not much one can do aside from the occasional post.

I figure fighting fire with fire will make them feel differently about the whole “Nice Guy” situation, since they’ll have to actually take a good, hard look in the mirror after they see these.

-J

LOLOLOLOLOL This guy. So in response to women posting the messages they get from horrible assholes he’s going to seek out women on okcupid (notice, he initiated contact) and be an asshole to them to illicit a mean response and then shame them? WHAT AN EXCELLENT PLAN

As if it’s any different to what women do to men ALL THE TIME? Have you looked around at all the OkCupid Tumblrs? Nothing but anti-male shaming. It’s about time the tables were turned.

And honestly, this girl didn’t deserve a “nice” message, as evidenced by the quotes on her profile… Although, we all know what happens to “nice” messages from guys, don’t we?

Show me one post from one blog shaming nice guys that has a message initiated by the woman with the intent to shame the man. Just one. I’ll wait.

Well, you’re probably not going to find that, since MEN do all the work initiating… yet women EXPECT well-thought out messages from men, since they’re not willing to put forth any effort when it comes to dating… at all. And men have to message literally dozens of women before even ONE of them messages him back. And EACH of his messages has to be “well-thought out”… and by that point, he’s pretty fucking desperate.

What’s great is that a guy doesn’t even need to message a girl to be shamed by one of these blogs. All he has to do is put up some pictures and fill out his profile…

Does that sit well with you? What if the same happened to women? Would you give a shit then? That’s what this blog is about.

Next.

See, if you were just posting screen caps of annoying/rude things women put on their profiles you probably wouldn’t look like such an idiot right now. That’s not what you’re doing, though. Do that instead. Seriously. Post their profiles without comment. Let the terribleness speak for itself. 

Your method is going to give you skewed results, because you’re starting it off by being an asshole, and people don’t respond kindly to assholes. 

One last thing. If sending out a bunch of messages that actually consider the woman’s profile is just so damned taxing, then one should probably stop online dating. If silent rejection is causing him to be “pretty fucking desperate” it’s likely he was pretty fucking desperate in the first place, and that’s on him-not the women. I know sorting out one’s own emotional baggage isn’t the most exciting task but for fuck’s sake, it’s something that should be done before you attempt to partner up with someone else.

oh my jesus

“I made this blog as an excuse to harass women that I think are too uppity, and now people are being mean to me!” because really, what line did this woman cross? are women not allowed to think of themselves as “adorable”? whereas the ~man-shaming~ blogs he’s whining about are usually chock full of dudes rationalizing rape and violence and being outwardly hateful to women who don’t rigidly conform to their narrow standards (which includes things like body type and race and how “slutty” your clothes are). BUT OH NO SHE MAKES FUN OF PEOPLE WHO SAY LOL WHAT A BITCH

Wow I really assumed the screencaps were shaming the dude not the woman

Wahh, its so hard being a man, you have to think and make an effort and stuff. Why won’t those mean women just throw themselves at me??

Oh my god this blog

(Source: )

Reblogged 1 week ago from forceofconviction

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um, wow, ok, misogyny, mra, stupidity,

May 3
balletequalslife: The photo on the left is of PNB dancer Chelsea Adomaitis warming up before a show. Taken by Lindsay Thomas. The photo on the right is the grotesque result of photoshop. I have seen this image a few times on facebook, but I only realized how distorted it was when someone pointed out that it was photoshopped. Her foot has been made to look more winged, her body thinner. Her strong shoulders are disproportionate to her now deformed waist. The original photo is of a strong, talented, slim, healthy dancer. The altered image is a reflection of the constant pressure towards unattainable ”perfection”. This is the first time I have seen proof of a popular photoshopped ballet photo, but I do not doubt that many photos have been “doctored” in the same way. This is not OK.

balletequalslife:

The photo on the left is of PNB dancer Chelsea Adomaitis warming up before a show. Taken by Lindsay Thomas.

The photo on the right is the grotesque result of photoshop. I have seen this image a few times on facebook, but I only realized how distorted it was when someone pointed out that it was photoshopped. Her foot has been made to look more winged, her body thinner. Her strong shoulders are disproportionate to her now deformed waist.

The original photo is of a strong, talented, slim, healthy dancer. The altered image is a reflection of the constant pressure towards unattainable ”perfection”. This is the first time I have seen proof of a popular photoshopped ballet photo, but I do not doubt that many photos have been “doctored” in the same way. This is not OK.

Reblogged 3 weeks ago from backonpointe

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wow, i didn't notice the details until they mentioned them, just wow, not okay, body image, dance,

Apr 22
vondell-swain: wayward sons (hi-res)

vondell-swain:

wayward sons

(hi-res)

(Source: itsvondell)

Reblogged 1 month ago from liasid

11,512 notes

wow, this is really nice, supernatural, fanart,

Apr 12
nature-madness: Be Careful by Mathilde Guillemot

nature-madness:

Be Careful by Mathilde Guillemot

Reblogged 1 month ago from earthandanimals

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wow, unreal, photography,

Apr 12
woodendreams: (by James Wheeler)

woodendreams:

(by James Wheeler)

Reblogged 1 month ago from woodendreams

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wow, can i live there?, british columbia,

Apr 12

Aurora borealis virtual experience

completelycumberbatched:

EVERYBODY STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND LOOK AT THIS

IT’S BEAUTIFUL

Reblogged 1 month ago from completelycumberbatched

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wow, this is spectacular, astronomy, space, aurora borealis,

Apr 8
totesyourmate: Meet me in Big Sur - GIF

totesyourmate:

Meet me in Big Sur - GIF

Reblogged 1 month ago from earthandanimals

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wow, gorgeous,

Apr 3
askshi: redkiteslongnights: vastderp: Ever get hit with one of these?  Wait staff deal with this shit CONSTANTLY. Scumbags leave them folded up on the table instead of leaving tips. The best part is how hypocritical it is—you know who gets the most excited about an unexpected $20 entering their life? THE STRUGGLING POOR. Oh so greedy! “And I say unto you, go from this place and glue a silver coin to a paving-stone, that you may watch the lepers scramble to try and pick it up, in My mercy.” Douchebagelus 13:13 I was personally handed one of these at a mall when I was poor, struggling and drowning in depression. Some dude came up and just handed me $20, like God had personally sent him to help me out. I still feel stupid for thanking him as much as I did before I looked, and for just walking away in stunned shame when I realized I’d been pranked. O my tiny naive self, how I wish I were as much of a dick as I am now! I haven’t seen this shit since then, but let me pass on to you my perfect Samaritan Shaming Strategy, for use anytime you ever find yourself in the same situation: Fake total wonderment and make sure your hands shake visibly when you accept the tract. Do not open it! Put it safely in your pocket as reverently as you can manage. Hug the stranger and thank him frantically. You don’t know who he is, but you know who sent him because you’ve been praying for help and now here he is! Bursting into tears is a good idea. It is your 5 year old son or daughter’s birthday (or maybe it’s closer to Christmas, whatever) and you couldn’t even afford to buy him/her new shoes. Tell the missionary you will remember his kindness and generosity forever. Leave as quickly as you can, knowing that you’ve just ruined the nice man’s day. THIS MAKES ME SO MAD. I can only imagine how angry and depressed I’d have been if some aggressive missionary had given me one of these when I was couch surfing three years ago. Yeah, I know God is looking out for me, I don’t need some shitty piece of paper masquerading as a blessing. God works through people who have the decency and compassion to GIVE. Read Acts 20:35, Proverbs 11:24-25, and 2 Corinthians 8:9. THEN tell me that handing these things out is the Christian thing to do. ((These make me furious, not gonna lie. like ‘tracking assholes down and  breaking their fingers’))

askshi:

redkiteslongnights:

vastderp:

Ever get hit with one of these? 

Wait staff deal with this shit CONSTANTLY. Scumbags leave them folded up on the table instead of leaving tips. The best part is how hypocritical it is—you know who gets the most excited about an unexpected $20 entering their life? THE STRUGGLING POOR. Oh so greedy!

“And I say unto you, go from this place and glue a silver coin to a paving-stone, that you may watch the lepers scramble to try and pick it up, in My mercy.” Douchebagelus 13:13

I was personally handed one of these at a mall when I was poor, struggling and drowning in depression. Some dude came up and just handed me $20, like God had personally sent him to help me out. I still feel stupid for thanking him as much as I did before I looked, and for just walking away in stunned shame when I realized I’d been pranked. O my tiny naive self, how I wish I were as much of a dick as I am now!

I haven’t seen this shit since then, but let me pass on to you my perfect Samaritan Shaming Strategy, for use anytime you ever find yourself in the same situation:

  1. Fake total wonderment and make sure your hands shake visibly when you accept the tract. Do not open it! Put it safely in your pocket as reverently as you can manage.
  2. Hug the stranger and thank him frantically. You don’t know who he is, but you know who sent him because you’ve been praying for help and now here he is! Bursting into tears is a good idea.
  3. It is your 5 year old son or daughter’s birthday (or maybe it’s closer to Christmas, whatever) and you couldn’t even afford to buy him/her new shoes.
  4. Tell the missionary you will remember his kindness and generosity forever.
  5. Leave as quickly as you can, knowing that you’ve just ruined the nice man’s day.

THIS MAKES ME SO MAD.

I can only imagine how angry and depressed I’d have been if some aggressive missionary had given me one of these when I was couch surfing three years ago. Yeah, I know God is looking out for me, I don’t need some shitty piece of paper masquerading as a blessing. God works through people who have the decency and compassion to GIVE. Read Acts 20:35, Proverbs 11:24-25, and 2 Corinthians 8:9. THEN tell me that handing these things out is the Christian thing to do.

((These make me furious, not gonna lie. like ‘tracking assholes down and  breaking their fingers’))

Reblogged 1 month ago from flighty-buttlass

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wow, such bullshit,

Mar 29
obitoftheday: Obit of the Day: Canada’s First Stewardess When Julie Garner (later Julie Garner Grant) was hired by Trans-Canada Airlines in 1938 as their first stewardess her role was distinctly different from today’s flight attendants. Besides making sure that her passengers had a drink and a pillow she was responsible for radio communications, monitoring weather patterns, and creating the menu for cross-country flights. Paid $125 a month, Mrs. Grant also designed the airline’s first stewardess uniform (which she is wearing, above). She was told she could not make it navy blue because pilots wore navy and they did not want to cause confusion. Two years later, she re-designed the uniforms - they became navy blue. Mrs. Grant, who would occasionally have to wear an oxygen mask in the unpressurized aircraft, died on March 4, 2013 at the age of 103. Sources: Toronto Globe & Mail and Air Canada (which is what Trans Canada Airlines became) (Image of Lucile Garner Grant standing with the first president of Trans Canada Airlines, circa 1938, is courtesy of Air Canada) Other Canadian “firsts”: Daurene Lewis - Canada’s first Black mayor Maj. Walter Peters - Canada’s first Black jet pilot and another former flight attendant, Australian Elaine Swain

obitoftheday:

Obit of the Day: Canada’s First Stewardess

When Julie Garner (later Julie Garner Grant) was hired by Trans-Canada Airlines in 1938 as their first stewardess her role was distinctly different from today’s flight attendants. Besides making sure that her passengers had a drink and a pillow she was responsible for radio communications, monitoring weather patterns, and creating the menu for cross-country flights.

Paid $125 a month, Mrs. Grant also designed the airline’s first stewardess uniform (which she is wearing, above). She was told she could not make it navy blue because pilots wore navy and they did not want to cause confusion. Two years later, she re-designed the uniforms - they became navy blue.

Mrs. Grant, who would occasionally have to wear an oxygen mask in the unpressurized aircraft, died on March 4, 2013 at the age of 103.

Sources: Toronto Globe & Mail and Air Canada (which is what Trans Canada Airlines became)

(Image of Lucile Garner Grant standing with the first president of Trans Canada Airlines, circa 1938, is courtesy of Air Canada)

Other Canadian “firsts”:

Daurene Lewis - Canada’s first Black mayor

Maj. Walter Peters - Canada’s first Black jet pilot

and another former flight attendant, Australian Elaine Swain

Reblogged 1 month ago from coolchicksfromhistory

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wow, what a bamf, julie garner, history, women,