This is not really a porn blog, but I just had to post this one. The angle, the pose, the symmetry, it’s all amazing. Perhaps removing the heater from the background and some of the wildest hairs would be in order, but it’s a great picture still.
"being gay does not help the human race. animals are designed and act with the survival of their species in mind. being gay does not accomplish this goal. Im not religious but homosexuality is wrong for those reasons. if everyone was gay we would have died out god knows how long ago. For that reason alone you can see its wrong."
First and foremost, I’m not sure how open you are to opposing views, so I apologize in advance if you have already heard all of this before and already made up your mind. While I’m genuinely curious as to how someone can have the opinion you have, I do not know your age, gender or personal history, and therefore am unable to direct my comment as to avoid sounding patronizing or preachy. So I urge you to
Anonymous said: How do you overcome your shyness in order to do awesome things? I'm a tiny, quiet, white girl but I can rap the entirety of The Pharcyde's song "Oh Shit". In fact, most of the music I know by heart is early 90's hip hop and I dream of performing it in public some day but I'm scared I'll get laughed off the stage. Any advice?
At 67 years old, Thomas Edison was building a giant laboratory/research center. It was his life’s work and all of the money he had was invested in the building and the things contained therein. One night, a friend ran to his house to say (paraphrasing) “Edison, come quick, your fucking lab is on fucking fire!” Edison and his son ran out immediately, as the lab-in-progress was nearby.
Because of the various chemicals and other science bullshit kept in the lab, the fire was insane; blue, red, and green flames overtook everything and lit up the sky. This was Edison’s future, exploding in front of him in some weird multi-colored nightmare. He turned to his son.
"Get your mother. Get the neighbors. They’ll never see another fire like this in their lives."
I think about that all the time. “Your life’s work is on fire!” “Shut up, that fire is BEAUTIFUL, have you ever seen anything like that?” That’s a level of peace and acceptance to which anyone should aspire.
The epilogue to that story of course is that Edison later took a one million dollar loan from Henry Ford and ended up making more in the next year than he would have made had his lab NOT exploded, but obviously Edison didn’t know that at the time. He didn’t know that the literal fire would light a figurative fire to inspire him to build and create more, at the time. Because at the time he was facing financial and professional ruin. He didn’t know how to proceed with his career or even if he COULD, at his age and at this loss. He wasn’t even thinking about it. He just knew that this fire was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and why not share that with people? What else are you going to do? Complain at the fire? Curse at it? Mope around the house about how mean that fire was? That’s boring, and there’s a sick-ass fire going on.
My advice is that you have no control over whether or not people laugh when you’re on stage. And you have no control over whether or not the boy you like at the coffee shop will reject your advances. And you have no control over whether or not you’ll get a raise or get fired or have your office burned to the ground. But you can control how you react to all of those things.
The most freeing thing in the world is acknowledging the things over which you have no control. Acknowledging that you have no agency over whether or not people will decide to laugh at you. They’re the ones who have decided that they’re the kind of people who laugh at the fly white girl who memorized the entirety of A Tribe Called Quest’s discography, and they’ve already MADE that decision a long time ago. It’s out of your hands. All YOU can control is how hot the fire you spit is and how you handle whatever comes after. Isn’t that cool?
This looks more like a painting than Photoshop, but it’s actually an enormous, elaborate set from the opera Ein Maskenball with a scene depicting Death reading from the book of life.
Have you seen Quantum of Solace? Remember the opera scene where they’re on that huge set shaped like an eyeball? That’s from the same opera.
The really rich have these awesome entertainment options that they don’t even want you to know about, it’s amazing.
I was seeing two girls at once. No one was being cheated on or anything, and both knew.
I was around 18 or 19 yo., and I had always been a really awkward, shy kid. I had just decided to turn that around about 2 years before, and even though I felt like a pimpin’ motherfucker to be going out with two chicks, I couldn’t help but start growing feelings for both. So I was really confused and felt increasingly awkward around them.
Now, both said that they didn’t mind, but apparently one of them (girl A) was being less than honest on that (or maybe just as confused as me, I dunno). And the other girl (girl B, the one that really didn’t seem to mind) was known around my group for being sort of a nymphomaniac.
So I was banging girl A on an abandoned building at night (which was awesome because I always had a fetish for public sex) and she’s riding me and suddenly whispers: “You like that, huh? Am I better than that nympho of yours?”.
That just sounded so offensive, like I was just a thing she was using to prove something to herself. Nowadays I would probably go like “oh well, I guess I won’t be seeing her again” and proceed to finish because hey, public sex. But around that time I guess I wasn’t mature enough to handle that so I just stopped and said “What? Get the fuck off me.”.
And she did, holding back tears, and I immediately felt even more confused. Guilty to have hurt her feelings, feeling used, and at the same time thinking if that meant I actually loved the other girl, and I dunno what else. So the whole way, from the building to the bus stop where the girl was going to get her bus home, I followed her apologizing and crying and trying to explain myself.
The whole thing felt like one of those really embarrassing teen drama movies. I almost began a serious relationship with girl B, but ended up never going anywhere with either again. The self-cringe I get from remembering this is unbearable hahaha… that was some sad shit.
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3. The Watchers
4. The University I
even fools can fly"
Just found my first white hair amidst my beard. Deciding whether I should feel desperate, sad, proud or meh
rebloging artsy tumblr shit just because I was thinking about this just now and it came up on the timeline
To all those who don’t think the rape joke was a problem, or rape jokes are a problem.
I get it, you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something or connect you to doing something that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.
And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right?
So fine. If all those arguments aren’t going anything for you, let me tell you this. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and you don’t see the harm, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.
Because this is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down-
6% of college age men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act.
6% of Penny Arcade’s target demographic will admit to actually being rapists when asked.
A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?
They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.
Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.
If one in twenty guys is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, really cool guy, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.
But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.
And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed?
That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.
You. The rapist’s comrade.
And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore…
Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim."
Time-Machine (via a comment at shakesville.com)
I have been on the fence about the whole rape joke debate for a while now, but this is a damn solid argument, despite the cheap dramatic punch at the end. I’m convinced.
Eu e você,
Enterramos juntos nossas incertezas
Face a face
Nos ferramos juntos com toda a certeza
Eu quero teu cio!
Em novas cenas
Queremos mais, muito mais que a vida
Tem a oferecer
Vida Cadela vá parir a morte em teu cio
Vida cadela, eu quero teu cio!
No fim do meu sorriso
No inicio da minha noite
Ao rasgar de minha alma… Vida cadela
No consumir da chama
No fim do teu silêncio
No partir de espelhos… Vida cadela
Vida cadela, eu quero o seu cio!
Technology at it’s cutest — The Bipedal Cycling Robot
In 2011, robot creator Masahiko Yamaguchi demonstrated a robot which can balance, steer and correct itself while riding a fixed-gear bike.
Full video with more information here.