You know what’s messed up? People make fun of women for reading romance novels in which men are kind, chivalrous and sexually generous to the women they love, but men watching violent hardcore porn where women choke on dicks is considered normal, and ‘shaming’ someone for it is considered more taboo than the porn itself.
And women reading romance novels has certainly yet to lead to a culture where men are considered lesser if they don’t emulate the men in the pages.
I wonder the fuck why.
Holy shit I’ve never put these two things together before now
there’s one thing I believe in
and that’s you
and the memory of your heart beat will be my lullaby
sending me to what feels like a centuries long sleep
because I won’t be whole until we meet again
until I feel your hand in mine
until I hear your voice uttering my name
until I get the chance to set the universe on fire
when I profess my love for you
when I press my lips to yours
when I say the words we’ve always talked around
why do writers make a woman being infertile out to be the most tragic and horrific thing ever??? like adoption exists???? surrogates??? do they think mothers who adopt their children aren’t “real” mothers??? not all women want children anyhow???? a woman’s??? worth??? is not??? defined by??? her ability??? to??? bear??? children???
A little girl and her mom were looking at me at the coffee shop this morning and I heard her mom say “go on, it’s ok!” and the little girl shuffled up to me and said “ex-cuse me please, do you have to put on your tattoos by yourself every DAY or does your mom help you?” I am d y i n g
My niece was in the bathroom when I was in the tub and she asked if my tattoos would wash off. I told her they won’t, I’ll have them my whole life.
She asked, “Even when you die?”
I said, “Yes”
She looked me dead in the eye and said, “When you’re space dust your tattoos will be stars”
“WHEN YOU’RE SPACE DUST YOUR TATTOOS WILL BE STARS.“
what if a catholic priest were to just bless the entire ocean would it turn the entire thing into holy water or do priests have an effective blessing range? does that range increase based on your level? can the pope bless the entire ocean?
Orthodox bishops do exactly that.
So all ocean water is holy water?
We Don’t Need Men To Tell Us The Ocean Is Sacred – The Ocean Gave Us Life and Raised Us – She Has Always Been Our Mother
Hey, as a person from Oceania I completely agree. However I posted this because I found the idea of Orthodox Bishops blessing the whole ocean as amusing and found it interesting that Orthodox Christianity has a ritual for making the whole fucking ocean holy.
A key component of the Spinster Mythos is financial independence — or at least the appearance of it. It’s very difficult to be a spinster when you can’t afford to live on your own, when you depend upon the income or the goodwill of others. This is why so many fictional spinsters are as wealthy as they are eccentric: it’s their money that allows them to behave strangely. Without money, without a home of your own, society will find a way to be beat the strangeness out of you. (It will still try even if you do have money, but then you can build a door of pearl and of onyx to keep society away from your house.)
When I think of all the women — real and fictional — who simply could not afford to become spinsters throughout history, my heart aches. There should be a Spinster Dream Fund for women who need a small apartment overlooking a river or a cottage on stilts propped on the side of a mountain that is continually wrapped in fog.
People rarely think about the engineering of gala gowns, or of fashion at all. This is part of a larger problem of treating traditionally feminine interests as non-science-related. Baking is practical chemistry, knitting is manual programming, makeup is about crafting optical illusions, and adjusting pattern sizes relies on algebra.
But gala gowns never appear alongside the ubiquitous thrown baseball in physics books, or pop up as exam questions. As copyright library Nancy Sims pointed out to me on Twitter, while plenty of spacial reasoning tests ask which pieces fold into a cube, none ask which set of pattern pieces would fit together into a pair of pants.
I once used Calculus to figure out how much actual work was going into my knitted shawl, and what percentage of it I’d worked through. Becuase the damn thing was just a tangible, wooly, “Area under the curve” problem.
As small as the world 