Anarchist. Musician. Amateur religious scholar. Sexual. Bi. Alcoholic attempting recovery.
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shark vs the universe
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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todays bird

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occasionally subtle
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will byers stan first human second
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KIROKAZE

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Anarchist. Musician. Amateur religious scholar. Sexual. Bi. Alcoholic attempting recovery.
it probably feels good as hell to sexually climax from genital stimulation
Flower Farm, Jamaica Jodi Cobb 1983
I do not care about any alleged "problematic age gap" between Patrick Stewart and his wife. I do not care about age gaps between legal adults unless there was actual grooming, abuse, constraint, or some other form of harm involved. I'm sure Pat Stew and his wife know what they have in common more than some busybodies on Tumblr dot com
We no longer have a safe climate and are not going to have one for the foreseeable future. I think that we can mitigate the worst and live with a little discomfort, and that one day perhaps nature will surprise us by restoring the balance, but we have to stop living in denial.
Robert Johnson never claimed to have sold his soul to the devil at the crossroads. He does have a song called "Crossroads," but it is about hitch-hiking, not magic. The blues singer who claimed to have gone to the crossroads and performed some kind of weird ritual in exchange for guitar prowess was Tommy Johnson (no relation), and even then terms like "devil" and "selling souls" never came up. If you want to learn how to make songs yourself, you take your guitar and you go to where the road crosses that way, where a crossroads is. Get there, be sure to get there just a little 'fore 12 that night so you know you'll be there. You have your guitar and be playing a piece there by yourself...A big black man will walk up there and take your guitar and he'll tune it. And then he'll play a piece and hand it back to you. That's the way I learned to play anything I want.
As I've said many times, I'm unsure whether Tommy Johnson was a true believer or deliberately cultivating a sinister persona, similar to modern heavy metal musicians. There certainly were true believers throughout the South, as documented by the Anglican clergyman Harry Middleton Hyatt in his five-volume study of hoodoo, rootwork, conjuring, etc. Other folklorists tell a similar story, but there was no special connection between blues music and going to the crossroads and making a supernatural deal. There were fiddle players, banjo players, dancers, gamblers, people who wanted to learn hoodoo, and so on. And one of Hyatt's informants had a very interesting opinion on who exactly you met at the crossroads (note the attempt to transcribe the source's dialect): "Well, people say yo' meet de devil, but tell de truth 'bout de thing, ah don't know if it wus de devil or not. It wus a black something othah jes' 'bout dat high -- sorta mind me of a dog. He had han's lak a dog when ah fus' seen him but fust and last his han' wus jes' lak mine only it wus jes' as hot as could be."
“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.
There are similarities between Stirnerian egoism, Epicureanism, and Buddhism in that all three advocate self-enjoyment and a kind of detachment, ataraxia or "middle way" between indulgence and self-denial. The ataraxic dimension of egoism is often overlooked, I think because of Stirner's often provocative or melodramatic tone. But Stirner recommended avoiding fanaticism, monomania, or letting one's passions and appetites get the better of them. Tsuji Jun notably combined Buddhist, Epicurean, and Stirnerian influences, though his frequent overindulgence in sex and alcohol show that he didn't entirely take Epicurus's advice to heart.
I'm only now getting to a place where I can admit that I started practicing my religion again for a while a year or two ago, and almost went insane trying to keep the religious aspect of my life separate from the queer anarchist communist aspects of my life. Many people thought I was practicing already because of my interest in the topic, but to me it represented a kind of seismic shift that left me at war within myself. I think if I ever start practicing a religion again, I would be more suited toward one that isn't automatically theistic and more centered on orthopraxis than orthodoxy (some forms of Buddhism, Shinto, reconstructionist Judaism)
Still thinking about this.
My intuition is that society only works (to the extent that it does work) because a lot of workers who know better just ignore what their managers tell them. I think part of the reason tyranny sucks so hard is because it's harder to get away with this.
do u ever think about corn sweat; and the fact that a large percent of corn grown in Illinois, iowa, etc is grown for ethanol and biofuel; and how solar power would be so many times more effective per acre than this; and how like 90+% of so many rare ecosystems in those states was drained for farm and suburbs (in many cases previously farms).
AND you could still have native plants around and even under the solar panels.
When you see what they did to the Midwest you'll want to fucking kill the corn lobbyists with your bare hands
at what age does it start sounding wierd to call your baby "it" ?
none. #it/itspronounsbaby #wokebaby #hellyeahwokebaby
Togepi!
Cute.
Those thighs suggest he cycles or lifts weights.
Peter Pan (1953) | Tinkerbell
Okay so I was looking for this classic meme
And google’s ai thought I was making an accusation
how it feels deleting the ?source=share from a link you copied to deny them the extra bit of analytics