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Source: Sex Ed Books Don't "Groom" Kids and Teens. They Protect Them.
[ID: an 8 panel digital art comic titled "Book Bans", showing the following true story.
1: a girl and her mom are in a library and smiling. Narration begins: "A 10-year-old in Delaware was visiting her local library with her mother."
2: the girl picks a book off a shelf. Narrator: "While searching the shelves, she picked up the book "It's perfectly normal" by Robie H. Harris and Michael Emberley."
3: the girl holds the book in the car with her mom. Narrator: "The book is about sex education and is one of the most banned books of the past two decades. The little girl took it home."
4: the girl points at herself while the mom is shocked. Narrator: "Later that day, the little girl showed her mom the chapter on sexual abuse and said: "This is me.""
5: the mom looks worried. Narrator: "Her father was abusing her, and it was the first time she'd spoken about it."
5: a fat black old judge in a courtroom. Narrator: "The father was convicted, and the judge said: "There were two heroes in this case. One was the child, and the other was the book.""
6: the author, an old white woman with short hair speaking. Narrator: "In an interview, the author, Robie H. Harris, said..."
"I have been called a pornographer, a child abuser — every name in the book, as the saying goes. But whenever I am called one of those names, I think of that ten-year-old girl. I wish we never had to talk with kids about any of these aberrant behaviors. But we have to do so because they already know about them to some extent and because kids have a right to have the accurate information that can keep them healthy and safe. They need to know how to get help to make any abusive behavior stop."
7: the top of a bookshelf with a ceiling. Narrator: "When right-wing groups petition and protest to get sex education books off the shelves of schools and public libraries, it stops the most vulnerable people from accessing the tools and language that can help them. It helps to shield and hide abusers. It communicates to children suffering from abuse that they are shameful and that it's not safe or polite to speak out about. Sex ed books don't "groom" kids and teens. They protect them." On the right lower corner is the source: https://bookriot.com/sex-ed-books-protect-kids/ . End of ID.]
Certified Sex Ed Post!
Ottessa Moshfegh, What Forms of Art, Activism, and Literature Can Speak Authentically Today?
me as a writer
disregard that
yes i would love, as an adult, to have fucked my busty piano teacher and yes i do reflect on the lingual talents of a high school daliance but i'm only human and who amongst us doesn't have memories
begging for a TBI so i can say "not i, sir and/or madame"
here comes your man and my man both and here he comes in his big boy pants and as far as i know his pants are dry and we've all been there and we've all had wet pants and wet sheets and had those who claimed they loved us see those wet pants and wet sheets and sheets be wet and still be dry to those of us who still live in the realms of sleep and still feel protected from all sorts of judgement of our wetness and relative dryness and extrapolated that unto our humors both physical and conceptual and who among us is too good for a reminiscing upon the time where we drained the supplies of our high spirits in the form of distilled spirits which were previously exploited to maximize the spirit of the night on the emo night dance floor whether wedding or karaoke night there we were cutting rugs and fanning faux smoke and who could blame us asthma was running rampant and we were only human and so was she and so was i and that's what made it beautiful she had a vespa in the form of a yamaha like the keyboard my piano teacher raught me the scales on and i couldn't be mad because as far as my parents knew it was top of the line equitment and i still managed to show up every 6 months and play buffalo march and miss ronda was proud of me as she spun under the spotlight dazzled by the applause of an array of middle-class parents who sent their kids to her once weekly ruining the friday evenings of some of us myself included even if it did mean i got to play in the middle school talent show and she got angry with me that her ad in the high school choir program didn't result in an uptick of her piano lesson students but i as a 14 year old how was i meant to affect that considering all i could do was give mr compher the photos she gave me and cross my tiny chromatic scale fingers but also miss ronda was actually sexiest when she was angry like when she could tell i hadn't practiced my pieces over the last week and would yell at me like she'd gotten in a fight with her husband this past week and yelled at melanie (her daughter) and told her to go to her room because melanie had complained that her bedroom in the new house didn't have an en suite since they had bought up all the houses on the blocks which made me wonder how much my parents paid for piano lessons if they were able to buy up 6 houses which i later found out was somewhere around $60 an hour and as she sat there next to me with her fingers on top of mine which at the age of 14 were a little bit bigger than hers i can recall the soft bulb of the overhead lamp casting shadows on the roland baby grand in the garage that she had retrofitted into a studio space while me and 2 other students were playing music ace to complete lessons that didn't actually matter but she made feel like the end of the world and that man who was dressed in composers tops and tails would judge my music theory in his cartoonish austrian accent but who could blame him because it was atrocious but how the hell did this become about my piano teacher when what i was really trying to get at was the fact that i hooked up with a girl in high school who was the ex-girlfriend of a guy who was a good friend of one of my best friends and i don't know if anyone knows because i never told anyone and as far as i know she never told anyone and what a life it's been because one of my good friends well not really a friend more a guy i spent a lot of time with in high school anyway he dated her after me and told me how great she was as sucking dick which felt pretty uncouth and crass of him but i just played the idiot and nodded along as though i knew what he meant theoretically and not from practice when in reality i had sampled his goods and wasn't nodding out of politeness and oh my god how did this turn so blue when what i was after was the purity of a good night out with friends and going to the club or bar where you used to dance to all your go-to bops because we all have them and i don't love whitney houston especially but i'll be damned if "i wanna dance with somebody" isn't my go to party-starting song there
who does that song remind you of?
they'll never know you've even heard it before.
why am i on here
i'm 30 as of yesterday and have the biggest interview of my life tomorrow
this is rigodamndiculous and better not be self-sabotage
but old habits die hard i suppose
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WHAT THE FUCK IS UP, TUMBLR?
Haven't made a cover in years, despite continuously filming them. Dealing with some things right now, but I felt compelled to share this one. Probably not my best work, sonically speaking, though I only watched it back once and it felt like the best I could ever do. I wish I had a bassoon, but I settled for whistling a la Andrew Bird.
As always with Alt-J, this one is lyrically potent - though the word 'haunting' also sits on the tip of my tongue. Please listen to the original if you haven't, I can only hope I've done it justice.
I don't own this song, Alt-J does. Thank you for your music, Joe, Thom, and Gus[ - Gwil, too]. Marika Hackman, you are also much appreciated ("Warm Foothills" is another personal favorite.)
(Stay tuned to the very end for a surprise, I'm very proud of it.)
confession
i can’t remember the last day i didn’t drink, over the last 4 months i’ve personally consumed at least 20 bottles of jameson, i lost my vape so i’m fighting my instincts woah
UPDATE: i bought a bottle of jameson four days ago and it's almost done, but it's the first alcohol I've consumed alone this year
confession
i can't remember the last day i didn't drink, over the last 4 months i've personally consumed at least 20 bottles of jameson, i lost my vape so i'm fighting my instincts woah
Poster for the 2017 November 9-11 symposium “Environment, Reconsidered: The 50th Anniversary of the Master of Environmental Design Program at the Yale School of Architecture.”
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Yves Klein 1928-1962, The Archives / Art Information Centre, Rotterdam, November 27, 1991 – January 31, 1992, Affichemuseum Hoorn
it's been a minute, tumblr. sorry i haven't vented in a while. probably should've at several points over the last year. oh well. here's another tattoo i got as a birthday gift to myself. cover of alt-J's 'an awesome wave'; photo is called "dazzling ganges delta"