I laughed to hard at this fucking thing.
Monterey Bay Aquarium

@theartofmadeline

Kaledo Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Andulka
Jules of Nature

Product Placement
trying on a metaphor

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TVSTRANGERTHINGS

#extradirty
Cosimo Galluzzi

JBB: An Artblog!

Kiana Khansmith
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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sheepfilms
Misplaced Lens Cap

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@ilililyabbay
I laughed to hard at this fucking thing.
I don't want to use bluesky dawg
The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.
booty shorts that say “PEOPLE LIKE CERTAINTY MORE THAN THEY LIKE HOPE; THIS DOES NOT MEAN THAT PESSIMISM IS WISE” on the ass
yeah
transphobic music fans be listening to he or she might be giants
the sunk cost fallacy has been my favorite fallacy for as long as I can remember. so at this point it's probably too late to pick a different one
indeed will be like we have the perfect job for you seriously and it’s bare handed coal mining for $12/hr
Love the word "also". I have more things to say
Our favorite photo from when I was trying to get a Christmas-card worthy photo.
tis the season
Stained glass door made from Pantone swatches by: Armin Blasbichier
Made from 585 colorful laminated diapositives, sitting on glass in a laminated wooden frame, the ‘T III: Inception Door’ guards a private residence in Luson, Italy.
as soon as we explore 100% of the ocean all the fish will become 2x stronger and a new area will unlock
dnp should win an award for most emotionally complex podcast announcement ever
“this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin”