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A community of people looking for real connections. Membership is free.
Spoiler alert: it’s led to cross-country love affairs
It is not news that, when it comes to online dating, LGBTQ women have drawn the short straw. Tinder is overpopulated with polo-wearing straight couples looking for “a third :P”, while most women-oriented apps have utterly flopped and gone to the app store graveyard, never to be seen again. And with IRL female queerness being historically either dismissed or only accepted when shown in a palatable way (gal pals, anyone?), most of us end up dating only within our own small communities, stuck in a despairing limbo of limited clubbing options, exes, experimentation and exes’ exes, with very limited ways out.
But for Kelly Rakowski, the curator of the wlw image archive @h_e_r_s_t_o_r_y, it doesn’t have to be that way. Inspired by the raunchy lonely heart ads featured in the pages of 80s female-gaze erotica magazine On Our Backs, she started @herstorypersonals back in early 2017 – a platform that (finally) sought to welcome with open arms all queer women, trans, and non-binary people who find themselves ostracised, both in the mainstream dating world, and sometimes within their own community.
Stepping away from the boring and formulaic nature of dating apps, the personals are follower-submitted and come from all over the world – from Vermont to Essex and all the way to Buenos Aires. During a monthly two-day call-out, Rakowski receives up to 200 digital letters looking for love, lust or friendship, all of which she single-handedly sifts through, sets in either yellow or pink backgrounds, and, like a modern day cupid, sends off into the internet, to go find another lonely heart.
19.9k Followers, 1 Following, 619 Posts - See Instagram photos and videos from HERSTORYPERSONALS (@herstorypersonals)
The country, newly online, has become obsessed with sending cheery greetings from smartphones, causing head scratching in Silicon Valley.
When Google researchers peeked into Indian consumers’ phones, they found thousands of “good morning” images gumming up their storage. One in three smartphone users in India run out of space daily, according to a survey by data-storage firm Western Digital Corp. , compared with one in 10 in the U.S.
“It was a terrible kiss, shockingly bad; Margot had trouble believing that a grown man could possibly be so bad at kissing.”
After hooking up with a much younger man, a woman realizes she has been looking for love all wrong.
Her: Love In The Modern Age, chronicling reactions to Spike Jonze's Oscar-nominated film, Her. The documentary, directed by Lance Bangs, features stories and reflections from writers, musicians, actors and contemporary culture experts, including Olivia Wilde, James Murphy and Bret Easton Ellis, on the film Her, and their thoughts on love in the modern age.
Cybersex, also called computer sex, Internet sex, netsex and, colloquially, cyber or cybering, is a virtual sex encounter in which two or more people connected remotely via computer network send each other sexually explicit messages describing a sexual experience. In one form, this fantasy sex is accomplished by the participants describing their actions and responding to their chat partners in a mostly written form designed to stimulate their own sexual feelings and fantasies.[1]
Cybersex often includes real life masturbation.[2] The quality of a cybersex encounter typically depends upon the participants' abilities to evoke a vivid, visceral mental picture in the minds of their partners. Imagination and suspension of disbelief are also critically important. Cybersex can occur either within the context of existing or intimate relationships, e.g. among lovers who are geographically separated, or among individuals who have no prior knowledge of one another and meet in virtual spaces or cyberspaces and may even remain anonymous to one another. In some contexts cybersex is enhanced by the use of a webcam to transmit real-time video of the partners.
Girl meets boy on internet dating site and meet.
He had blacked out his eyes in the photo. I didn't blame him, who wants to be identified on a internet dating site? Especially one dedicated to one night stands with complete strangers. I managed to find a photo of me that both titillates and keeps my face concealed - a shot of me from the back wearing a black tank top, my hand caressing my neck, hips swayed. Sexy, classic, and tasteful. Most guys message me and say "Turn around!" I only respond to the interesting ones, like this guy. In his photo he is in a lake somewhere swimming, pushing himself up out of the water onto a dock. Muscular, young, and so totally hot. After some back and forth emails and chatting online I discover he works for a national skateboard supply company that has stores in every shopping mall across the country. He travels a lot. He wants to talk on the phone so I give him my number. And then we arrange to meet.
Every night I get to lay next to my gf who I was mad crushing on thru tumblr for ages and it’s just surreal to me. Like she’s truly here and moved in w me and crossed the country to be here. I can’t believe someone loves me that much. It makes me want to cry I’m so lucky. I get to wake up w her on our days off and laugh at the dumbest stuff in bed together, I get to feel her sleepy fumbling for me during the night to spoon me, and when it’s 5 am and she’s leaving for work she always, without fail, kisses me bye even if I’m fully asleep and won’t feel it. We spend our “weekends” (tues & weds) going to farmers markets, movie dates at our favorite old theaters, driving to the hills to watch the city sparkle below us, sometimes just staying home and marathoning shows and eating junk food or smoking herbal cigarettes on the porch like the tired lesbians we are. I moved out of my parents house to move in w her and they have come to embrace us so amazingly, they made her a stocking for christmas, like, they ask about her all the time and invite her to our stuff…It’s all so surreal and wonderful. The way she loves me challenges me to be better for her. I am tbh getting ready for work thinking about how I can’t wait to be making more money so I can help make things easier for her, and us. Ik it’s cheesy af but she is literally such a ride or die , when will ur fave move to the opposite coast to be with you like….wowza I love my gf @llleighsmith
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An Oregon woman struck her boyfriend in the head with a baseball bat last Wednesday after, she says, she just didn't want to date him anymore, according to a report by the Oregonian.
Haley Fox, 24, met Samuel Campbell, 26, through an online dating website in 2013 and the two soon started a virtual relationship.
Earlier this month, Campbell agreed to move from Alabama to all the way up to Oregon just to live with Fox. The two met for the first time in person last week at Fox's Salem home. When the couple sat down to discuss their future over wine, Fox suddenly told Campbell to close his eyes and that she had a surprise for him. That’s when she struck him three times in the head with a baseball bat, fracturing his skull.
The incident broke more than just Campbell’s heart. It left him bloodied and in need of hospitalization and the 26-year-old had to receive staples to his head to fix up his bloody wounds. Fox is facing assault charges and has been released on bond.