those first two are totally me though…
those first two are totally me though…
Good morning, followers! I have exciting news for you all! The Offbeatr (aka porn kickstarter) for Petplay Palace is live! We’re very very close to having a fully-functioning petplay membership site! HOORAY!
There are still a few steps that need to be taken. For your part, you the potential subscriber can vote for the offbeatr right here. Voting is FREE and all you have to do is make an account, which is quick and easy. I need to get 210 votes, and while there is no time limit on it, I’d rather not have it drag out. ;) My birthday is on the 14th and I’d like to see some progress! It is seriously SO easy to vote, so please do so! <3
Once the project has the votes it needs, I can then open it up to receive actual funding. I set 5000$ as my goal, but my *real* goal is 10,000$. I think we can do it! See the rewards section along the side? That’s going to be a much longer list by the time this is finished! There will be something for everyone, so keep an eye out and feel free to make requests if you have a good idea for shoots or prizes! I will also be adding a few more stretch goals, and I’m planning a party in San Francisco for when this is all finished. :3 I am SO excited that this has been received so well, so thank all of you SO much for your support!
Please reblog this and spread the word as much as you can! Support ethical indie smut sites! <3
As usual, here are our social media links if you want to follow us in other ways!
Thank you all!! <3 Denali
go vote. it takes like 5 minutes. ^_^ I’ll be shooting for them on Sunday weather permitting!!
go go go!
Good thing I can experience the lunar eclipse from the comfort of my own bed on the interweb.
Fer real doe
I seem to be catching a case of “I really care about you and really like fucking you and I may even be getting feels but dear god I should not be in a relationship with you because you would irritate the fuck out of me and it would end in a fiery explosion”
And im like, please don’t do that again, self.
it’s quite exhausting being right all the time.
1. Girls Shalt Not Have Sex.
(someone asked me what the guy word for ‘slut’ is
and I couldn’t find an answer.
it’s an old story: a rumour goes around that so-and-so
blew a boy in the disabled toilets.
the girl fakes a cough to get herself sent home
to escape the classroom-wide hiss of ‘slut’
while the boy she blew walks into the same class
and is greeted by an onslaught of high-fives)
2. Girls Shalt Love Boys.
(when I was ten, there was a movie trailer where two girls
leaned in for a kiss, and I felt sick for the rest of the day.
it took four years
along with faux-casual questions to friends
useless quizzes on the internet
entries in a diary that I later scribbled out
to admit, fine, okay, yes,
and another year after that to say it without mumbling)
3. Girls Shalt Not Be Bitches.
(it took over ten years of school for me to realize
my women teachers got called bitches
for doing things that my male teachers got called efficient for.
we were assigned to a group project in science class
and whenever my friend tried to tell the others to quiet down
so they could get on with the work,
she was jeered into silence
and she never found it fair that her boyfriend did
the same thing and the noise stopped.)
4. Girls Shalt Have A Vagina.
(she introduced herself with a deep voice and a gushing smile.
she had a pink dress and an adam’s apple
she had a necklace resting above her cleavage
she had escaped from an all-boys high school
and I didn’t understand until I learned later
gender is more than the two rigid boxes
that we are told to tick one of)
5. Girls Shalt Smile.
(he frowned when the subject was brought up
and he shrugged a lot as he explained
that we look better when we smile. Less hostile.
His shrugs stiffened when I asked him why we shouldn’t look hostile.
‘I dunno,’ he said, dropping to a mumble. ‘Girls aren’t s’posed to look hostile, I guess.’
The next time someone walked past me on the street
and told me to smile,
I gave him my sunniest grin
and a middle finger.)
|—||‘Five Commandments for Being A Girl I Unlearned,’ theappleppielifestyle. (via theappleppielifestyle)|
"Children are required to be in school, where their freedom is greatly restricted, far more than most adults would tolerate in their workplaces. In recent decades we’ve been compelling them to spend ever more time in this kind of setting, and there’s strong evidence that this is causing psychological damage to many of them. And as scientists have investigated how children naturally learn, they’ve realized that kids do so most deeply and fully, and with greatest enthusiasm, in conditions that are almost opposite to those of school….
Most people assume that the basic design of today’s schools emerged from scientific evidence about how children learn. But nothing could be further from the truth.
Schools as we know them today are a product of history, not research.
Research has shown that people of all ages learn best when they are self-motivated, pursuing answers to questions that reflect their personal interests and achieving goals that they’ve set for themselves. Under such conditions, learning is usually joyful.
The evidence for all of this is obvious to anyone who’s watched a child grow from infancy to school age. Through their own efforts, children figure out how to walk, run, jump, and climb. They learn from scratch their native language, and with that, they learn to assert their will, argue, amuse, annoy, befriend, charm, and ask questions.
They do all of this before anyone, in any systematic way, tries to teach them anything.
This amazing drive and capacity to learn does not turn itself off when children reach five or six. But we turn it off with our coercive system of schooling.”
YES YES YES YES YES
This post is accurate and acknowledge a problem many students can relate to. But what I truly appreciate is the headline. I’m certainly not the only one who used the word prison one day to describe how awful school was.
Painting: Lament by Alana Corra - alanacorra.wordpress.com
Recreation by Leah Watanabe Photography, featuring Jesse Buddington and Bunny Zlotnik (yours truly). Please do not remove credits. :)
This is so beautiful, and it makes me so happy that two people I love very much made this.
Wow. This is gorgeous.
Being privileged doesn’t make you a bad person, denying your privilege does.
Having privilege doesn’t mean that your life is sunshine and rainbows. It means that society favors people like you.
Your personal experiences do not erase your privilege.
Don’t be upset about being told you are privileged, be upset that the things systematically given to you are denied from others.
A friend and I were out with our kids when another family’s two-year-old came up. She began hugging my friend’s 18-month-old, following her around and smiling at her. My friend’s little girl looked like she wasn’t so sure she liked this, and at that moment the other little girl’s mom came up and got down on her little girl’s level to talk to her.
“Honey, can you listen to me for a moment? I’m glad you’ve found a new friend, but you need to make sure to look at her face to see if she likes it when you hug her. And if she doesn’t like it, you need to give her space. Okay?”
Two years old, and already her mother was teaching her about consent.
My daughter Sally likes to color on herself with markers. I tell her it’s her body, so it’s her choice. Sometimes she writes her name, sometimes she draws flowers or patterns. The other day I heard her talking to her brother, a marker in her hand.
“Bobby, do you mind if I color on your leg?”
Bobby smiled and moved himself closer to his sister. She began drawing a pattern on his leg with a marker while he watched, fascinated. Later, she began coloring on the sole of his foot. After each stoke, he pulled his foot back, laughing. I looked over to see what was causing the commotion, and Sally turned to me.
“He doesn’t mind if I do this,” she explained, “he is only moving his foot because it tickles. He thinks its funny.” And she was right. Already Bobby had extended his foot to her again, smiling as he did so.
What I find really fascinating about these two anecdotes is that they both deal with the consent of children not yet old enough to communicate verbally. In both stories, the older child must read the consent of the younger child through nonverbal cues. And even then, consent is not this ambiguous thing that is difficult to understand.
Teaching consent is ongoing, but it starts when children are very young. It involves both teaching children to pay attention to and respect others’ consent (or lack thereof) and teaching children that they should expect their own bodies and their own space to be respected—even by their parents and other relatives.
And if children of two or four can be expected to read the nonverbal cues and expressions of children not yet old enough to talk in order to assess whether there is consent, what excuse do full grown adults have?