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hellobabieswelcometoearth:

bookshopsantacruz:

whitewineandcathair:

bookshopsantacruz:

WHY WOULD YOU PUT YOUR TEA ON YOUR BOOK LIKE THAT *fret fret fret*

IT’S COFFEE AND I WAS VERY CAREFUL.

THANK YOU FOR ASSUAGING OUR FEARS

YOU’RE WELCOME.

hellobabieswelcometoearth:

bookshopsantacruz:

whitewineandcathair:

bookshopsantacruz:

WHY WOULD YOU PUT YOUR TEA ON YOUR BOOK LIKE THAT *fret fret fret*

IT’S COFFEE AND I WAS VERY CAREFUL.

THANK YOU FOR ASSUAGING OUR FEARS

YOU’RE WELCOME.

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"Is it cool to make no sense? Is it hip to be vague?"

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lierdumoa:

kinkyturtle:

everythingbutharleyquinn:

chat-with-quill:

ms-doodle-pants:

big-poppa-snorlax:

bearded-snorlax:

I’m really disappointed that this is so over sexualized because pole dancing is really cool


okay, so first of all: this example is not “over sexualised” - this is someone who very possibly has never done a day’s worth of stripping in her life performing some moves in a dance studio. She’s very likely to have had a lifetime of dance and gymnastics training behind her and decided to take poledancing classes when it became the new hit craze. She’s learned in a formal class environment.
But poledancing was developed by strippers in a stripclub environment. Many of those strippers also had a lot of dance and gymnastics and cheerleader training behind them and they developed pole moves partly as a way to kill time when the club was quiet. They taught each other in an informal setting and innovated and created for themselves. Without getting paid explicitly to do so.
Their talent at being able to do things like this has never been recognised. Even though the first pole schools were opened by strippers and taught by strippers, it has now been appropriated by hundreds of people who have never done sex work and who have no respect for sex work, who think it is “sad” that poledancing has a history inextricably entwined with sex work, who only view poledancing as a legitimate artform once it becomes detached from its sex work context despite the fact it was conceived and built in a sex work environment by sex workers.
Poledancing is not “overly sexualised”. It IS a sexualised dance/athletic art and rightly so - it belongs to strippers and it is strippers who made it. Its beauty and athleticism and skill doesn’t change because it was used in a sexualised environment to help its practioners make more money (although now it is seen as just for middle-upper class non-sex workers to pay big bucks in a formal class environment to learn to titillate boyfriends and husbands whilst staying appropriately fit!). That’s a part of its history. Sexualised things are not inherently worth less because of their sexual nature. To believe so is just to devalue the hard work of the sex workers who innovated it and that is done more than enough as is.
Poledancing is still cool and amazing and requires great skill and talent to execute even MORE SO when it is sexualised. Just being able to perform it impressively is one thing; being able to make it a fluid part of a character performance (which is what stripping entails) is another. If you can’t appreciate that, you don’t understand it, so STFU.

this fucking commentary is perfect

Okay, I had to hunt this post down and reblog it because someone on my dashboard decided to reblog a gifset of a man in light workout gear poledancing, with more commentary on how “see, it’s a REAL SKILL, it’s not slutty” and 1) slut shaming, nuff said and 2) way to erase the creative contributions of the generations of sex workers who INVENTED this art.

BAM!

Pole dancing belongs to strippers.
If you can’t handle that fact then piss off.

pyranova:

cadaverbox:

lierdumoa:

kinkyturtle:

everythingbutharleyquinn:

chat-with-quill:

ms-doodle-pants:

big-poppa-snorlax:

bearded-snorlax:

I’m really disappointed that this is so over sexualized because pole dancing is really cool

okay, so first of all: this example is not “over sexualised” - this is someone who very possibly has never done a day’s worth of stripping in her life performing some moves in a dance studio. She’s very likely to have had a lifetime of dance and gymnastics training behind her and decided to take poledancing classes when it became the new hit craze. She’s learned in a formal class environment.

But poledancing was developed by strippers in a stripclub environment. Many of those strippers also had a lot of dance and gymnastics and cheerleader training behind them and they developed pole moves partly as a way to kill time when the club was quiet. They taught each other in an informal setting and innovated and created for themselves. Without getting paid explicitly to do so.

Their talent at being able to do things like this has never been recognised. Even though the first pole schools were opened by strippers and taught by strippers, it has now been appropriated by hundreds of people who have never done sex work and who have no respect for sex work, who think it is “sad” that poledancing has a history inextricably entwined with sex work, who only view poledancing as a legitimate artform once it becomes detached from its sex work context despite the fact it was conceived and built in a sex work environment by sex workers.

Poledancing is not “overly sexualised”. It IS a sexualised dance/athletic art and rightly so - it belongs to strippers and it is strippers who made it. Its beauty and athleticism and skill doesn’t change because it was used in a sexualised environment to help its practioners make more money (although now it is seen as just for middle-upper class non-sex workers to pay big bucks in a formal class environment to learn to titillate boyfriends and husbands whilst staying appropriately fit!). That’s a part of its history. Sexualised things are not inherently worth less because of their sexual nature. To believe so is just to devalue the hard work of the sex workers who innovated it and that is done more than enough as is.

Poledancing is still cool and amazing and requires great skill and talent to execute even MORE SO when it is sexualised. Just being able to perform it impressively is one thing; being able to make it a fluid part of a character performance (which is what stripping entails) is another. If you can’t appreciate that, you don’t understand it, so STFU.

this fucking commentary is perfect

Okay, I had to hunt this post down and reblog it because someone on my dashboard decided to reblog a gifset of a man in light workout gear poledancing, with more commentary on how “see, it’s a REAL SKILL, it’s not slutty” and 1) slut shaming, nuff said and 2) way to erase the creative contributions of the generations of sex workers who INVENTED this art.

BAM!

Pole dancing belongs to strippers.

If you can’t handle that fact then piss off.

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lintufriikki:

stop me before it goes too far

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teland:

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alekzmx:

a whole buch of Guys with Cats

My fave is the one with the Sphynx, followed by the Siamese. :3

Yes. Yes, all of this. All.

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yishanyishanzhangyixing:

also dont say modernise when you mean westernise

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mihrstears:

send this to your crush. Just.. just do it

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gardendwarf:

i like how when people say “i love couples with size difference” they mean tiny girls with waists so thin the large men they are dating can put their entire hand around them and by love i mean where the FUCK are my tiny vain princes and their huge muscular knight women who don’t put up with any of their shit and hoist them over their shoulders and walk off when they’re having a princely temper tantrum your all WEAK

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trekual-innuendos:

Complimenting an artistic friend’s work

Complimenting me ever.

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piranhapunk:

zubat:

"I had a husky who was raised with cats, and thought she was fucking cat. She even sat like a cat, with her arms and legs tucked under herself."

ooooooh my god my heart

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Last night a man asked me for a dollar as I left the subway on my way home. I gave him one.

He then proceeded to start talking to me and followed me for ten minutes as I tried to walk home. He ignored my repeated attempts to part ways and made comments about my body, his body and allude to us having sex. He asked personal questions about my life. He asked if I was married. I told him that I had a boyfriend, not because I owed him any answer, but my past experience has shown that these type of men, when hearing you are ‘taken’ often will leave you alone out of respect, not for you of course, but for the man who already ‘has’ you.

He walked all the way to the block I lived, talking away, moving closer to my side while I clutched my keys, splayed out between my fingers in one pocket and my cell phone in the other, mind frantically going over my options to get out of this situation. How to get away from this man without angering him. How to get into my apartment without him seeing where I lived.

When I turned the corner of my block I saw that the bodega was open. I told him I had to go to the store and said, again, good night. He followed me into the store, where with witnesses and the store owner who knows my face I had to courage to tell him to stop following me. That I didn’t want him to know where I lived. To go away.

He called me a bitch.

The store owner made him stay in the store long enough for me to dart across the street, duck into my apartment, and lock the door behind me.

I’ve spent most of today going over in my head what I did wrong to get into this situation.

I was stupid to give him a dollar. To speak to him after. To let him walk with me so far. To be so concerned with being polite.

But what that really boils down to is that I, my entire life, have been told that being a woman in public is asking for attention, and once received it is my fault in some way.

I don’t owe anybody conversation, my number, my time. It’s not a complement.

The truly insidious thing about harassment is that in the moment, the potential violence, quiet, persistent and vague threat combine with a world of people telling you that if something bad happens to you it’s YOUR fault. The conditioning women receive to be ‘nice’, be polite, smile for goodness sake (lest, horrors of all horrors we become that horrendous monster, a bitch). All this is why we accept being uncomfortable, being afraid, why we consider how our keys could be used as a weapon.

The man called me a bitch, and my biggest regret today is that I wasn’t a bigger one.

"

— A friend posted this on Facebook yesterday. Personally, I am so sick of rape culture and what it’s doing to us. (via thearetical)

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