“Male privilege is “I have a boyfriend” being the only thing that can actually stop someone from hitting on you because they respect another male-bodied person more than they respect your rejection/lack of interest.”

The Sociological Cinema

There was actually research that was done that found that women who used an “I have a boyfriend/husband” excuse to reject unwanted sexual attention and harassment by their bosses were more likely to be left alone than those who used any other excuse (including “I’m not interested”)

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“

Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.

”

via skwyrtle from reddit. (via nikolaiolivier)

Amen!!!!

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itsbetterthananal:

my brother is 21 years old and a chef in a 5 star restaurant and he still has dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets for dinner every night so dont let anybody tell you how to live your life

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ladyknucklesinshape: startnew-habits: happyhealthyhopeful: missjaaayna: On reactions to her weight loss:I find it funny that people now come up to me and say, ‘Wow, you are absolutely gorgeous’. I’m like, ‘I was beautiful before I lost weight. Egotistically speaking, I thought I was amazing’ -Raven Symone This quote. Exactly why I dislike before and afters. Why are you to judge a woman solely on her appearance, and deem her as ‘beautiful’ after she has lost the weight? Beauty is not defined by a low weight.  i have rebloged this 20million times and i will do it again this. Raven was my role model for my lil fat self in grade school. Beautiful then, Beautiful now.

ladyknucklesinshape:

startnew-habits:

happyhealthyhopeful:

missjaaayna:

On reactions to her weight loss:
I find it funny that people now come up to me and say, ‘Wow, you are absolutely gorgeous’. I’m like, ‘I was beautiful before I lost weight. Egotistically speaking, I thought I was amazing’

-Raven Symone

This quote. Exactly why I dislike before and afters. Why are you to judge a woman solely on her appearance, and deem her as ‘beautiful’ after she has lost the weight? Beauty is not defined by a low weight.

 i have rebloged this 20million times and i will do it again

this. Raven was my role model for my lil fat self in grade school. Beautiful then, Beautiful now.

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(tw!) “I was Raped at Disney World and Nobody Cared”

feministdisney:

I couldn’t believe this when I read the headline. I would understand if it was difficult to handle a rape case that happened several weeks previously, but the way the company and its counselors shut her down and blamed her for it is absolutely disgusting and abhorrent. Leaves a really bad taste in my mouth about this program: note that it was very difficult for her to report the rape at all.
For friends and others currently in the program or planning to be, putting my best vibes your way and hoping you never have to go through something like this.
It took a lot of strength for this person to report what happened to them even after everything they went through.
Go to title link above for full piece, a lot of it is in excerpts here below. Again: TW for rape, and rape culture
I had heard about the Disney College Program from a few friends that had an amazing time working for the company and thought it would be better than nothing. Add the unlimited access to their theme parks, warm weather, and four extra months to figure out what to do with my life and it sounded pretty ideal.
 
I was accepted into the program and arrived in mid-August.  After a few days of orientation, I started work on Main Street U.S.A. in the Magic Kingdom.
 
Three weeks into the program, I was raped by one of my co-workers. 
 
I don’t feel a desire to share every detail from that night, but I’ll give you the bare bones: He and I went to a party together, we went back to his apartment later, and I said “no,” but he wouldn’t stop.
 
For two months I kept everything that happened that night to myself. I told my roommates that things went fine and I had a good night.  I didn’t know how to feel about what happened. In the beginning, I told myself it was a misunderstanding; maybe he hadn’t heard me. I blamed myself; I should have yelled louder. I should have pushed harder. I should have punched him and ran out of the room.  I always thought that if I was ever raped I would beat the guy up. Does that mean I wasn’t raped?
I finally decided to talk to someone after the first time I ran into him outside of work. He showed up at my friend’s Halloween party dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, which made seeing him that much more unnerving. I spent the rest of the night watching him hit on girls, worrying, and wondering whether or not I should tell my co-workers what happened.
 
I made an appointment to see one of the counselors in Disney’s Employee Assistance Program. I tried to be optimistic.Of course they’ll listen to me. It’s Disney, a company built on childhood innocence and happiness. Wouldn’t they want to fire an accused rapist immediately? (Spoiler Alert: No.)
 
I recounted everything that happened that night while the counselor stayed silent and seemed at least mildly sympathetic. When I told her we had been drinking, her face changed from “concerned” to “you made a mistake.”  Still, I told her, I said “no” the entire time and he never listened.
 
The first thing she said to me was “Well, now you know not to be hanging around boys in the middle of the night. You know what they want.”
Take a few seconds and re-read that. Now let’s unpack it.
 
A certified counselor was insinuating that it was my fault that my coworker decided to rape me — as if I should have known better than to interact with any man after dark. Not only that, but she was advising me to approach every interaction with a man as if he is a potential rapist, including every man that works at Disney World.  If I react to a man with anything less than hostility after sundown, whatever happens is my fault.
 
I told her that “no” means “no” whether it’s day or night. That was apparently too radical an idea for her, as she said nothing in reply. She continued to make excuses for my rapist.

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grantaire put that bottle down: (tw!) "I was Raped at Disney World and Nobody Cared"

feministdisney:

I couldn’t believe this when I read the headline. I would understand if it was difficult to handle a rape case that happened several weeks previously, but the way the company and its counselors shut her down and blamed her for it is absolutely disgusting…

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iamtheurbanspacecat: Growing up we had this text on a notice board as we came into the house.

iamtheurbanspacecat:

Growing up we had this text on a notice board as we came into the house.

georgetakei: How self-aggrandizing. 

georgetakei:

How self-aggrandizing. 

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How to make a sugar sandwich

raggedyarchangel:

adrestia:

raggedyarchangel:

Because I’m bored and they’re delicious

Bread

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Butter

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Sugar

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Sandwich

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I find toasting it before hand makes it taste even better, cause then its all melted and delicious. 

Reblogging because yes that comment^

grill one side, turn over, butter it, sugar it, grill it, WAIT FOR IT to cool down, then eat it

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tomfelton-andthe-cumber-cocks:


supersherlock:

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orrahyu:

stephnrice:

glassmountain:

stfuconservatives:

nextyearsgirl:

This is an enormous chain and I’m sorry, but I need to say this:

The laws in the Old Testament were set forth by god as the rules the Hebrews needed to follow in order to be righteous, to atone for the sin of Adam and Eve and to be able to get into Heaven. That is also why they were required to make sacrifices, because it was part of the appeasement for Original Sin.

According to Christian theology, when Jesus came from Heaven, it was for the express purpose of sacrificing himself on the cross so that our sins may be forgiven. His sacrifice was supposed to be the ultimate act that would free us from the former laws and regulations and allow us to enter Heaven by acting in his image. That is why he said “it is finished” when he died on the cross. That is why Christians don’t have to circumcise their sons (god’s covenant with Jacob), that is why they don’t have to perform animal sacrifice, or grow out their forelocks, or follow any of the other laws of Leviticus.

When you quote Leviticus as god’s law and say they are rules we must follow because they are what god or Jesus wants us to do, what you are really saying, as a Christian, is that Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was invalid. He died in vain because you believe we are still beholden to the old laws. That is what you, a self-professed good Christian, are saying to your god and his son, that their plan for your salvation wasn’t good enough for you.

So maybe actually read the thing before you start quoting it, because the implications of your actions go a lot deeper than you think.

/An atheist who understands Christian theology better than Bible-thumpers do.

^

(mic drop)

boom

whoa.

Damn.

I’m going to fucking memorize this shit.

I will forever perform this monlogoue when people start sprouting religious shit

A christian that understands this gives you a high fucking five

Another Christian, another High Five!!

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pettyartist:

f-a-g-i-n-a:

Keng Lye - Alive without Breath (2013) - Hyperrealistic sea animals created using acrylics and epoxy resin, layer by layer

what

I will reblog this artist’s works every time it comes on my dash omfg

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l1br4: finejeeze: letsallbrotogether: popionopio: namethief: My Horcruxes Well played.  I’m in tears Oh I don’t think that last one will be a problem. fuckIGN CHRIST

l1br4:

finejeeze:

letsallbrotogether:

popionopio:

namethief:

My Horcruxes

Well played. 

I’m in tears

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Oh I don’t think that last one will be a problem.

fuckIGN CHRIST

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thesockmonkeyrenegade:

vanryzzo:

in which fangirls grow up and Jensen Ackles is a homewrecker even from afar

I eagerly await the next generation’s coming of age, because people will stop asking me if my parents hated me when I say my name is Jensen.

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glorianas:

The gods made the earth for all men t’ share. Only when the kings come with their crowns and steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs. My trees, they said, you can’t eat them apples. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I’ll chop ’em off, but maybe if you kneel t’ me I’ll let you have a sniff. You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t’ be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t’ kneel.

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