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Stolen violin from near Folsom street in #soma #sanfrancisco last night. Decorative tail piece and pegs. WILL BUY IT BACK $$$$ please help me find it #sf #violin #bayarea #eastbay #violinteacher #teacher #music #stolen #soma #pawnshop #fleamarket #help

#violinteacher #stolen #sanfrancisco #fleamarket #pawnshop #soma #eastbay #teacher #bayarea #music #violin #sf #help

If you're going to the Saturday/ Sunday flea markets in the #bayarea at #lakemerritt / #laneycollege please keep a lookout for my #violin which may or may not still be in this original case, spraypainted with #pandas on it. The tailpiece is decoratively carved and the pegs have lotus flowers on them. There is also likely to be a pickup attached to the violin across from the chin rest in order to plug it into an amp. I WILL BUY THIS VIOLIN BACK FROM YOU Thank you

#bayarea #violin #pandas #laneycollege #lakemerritt

https://soundcloud.com/pfuzz-1/club-mix

https://soundcloud.com/pfuzz-1/lex-mix-may-2015

https://soundcloud.com/pfuzz-1/i-wanna-love-like

Here's the synth string section of @paulaabdul #coldhearted. This song is still the jam! He's a cold hearted snake Look into his eyes. Ugh oh He's been telling lies He's a lover boy at play He don't play by rules Ugh oh Girl, don't play the fool now You're the one givin up the love Any time he needs it But you turn your back And then he's off an running w the crowd You're the one to sacrifice Anything to please him Do you really think he thinks about you when he's out? It was only late last night He was out there sneaking Then he called you up to check that you were waiting by the phone All the world's a candy store He's been trick-or-treatin When it comes to true love, Girl with him there's no one home You can find somebody better girl He could only make you cry U deserve somebody better girl He's c-cold as ice. #violin #80s #bayarea #oakland #music #pop #popmusic

#coldhearted #bayarea #music #pop #popmusic #80s #violin #oakland

Having some pre thanksgiving bedtime fun by playing some #jedimindtricks "A Storm of Swords" " y'all can't touch us, cuz we a'int fuckin around. And y'all can't fuckin with us, or else we buckin em down." Wise words. #hiphop #violin #hiphopviolin #rap #bayarea #oakland #eastbay #music #sf

#bayarea #eastbay #jedimindtricks #hiphop #music #rap #violin #oakland #sf #hiphopviolin

carazelaya

So I woke up this morning in a pool of my own blood.

Wait, let me back up.

Hi, my name is Cara and I’m a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasn’t due for another period for at least a week, but considering that my period is pretty much permanently irregular, I get to wake up a lot of mornings in a pool of my own blood. Hmm. Lovely.

I then proceed to dump my sheets, my underwear, and my pajamas in my laundry room in a tub filled with cold water, with the hopes that this time I haven’t ruined them permanently.

What next? Well, a shower of course! To wipe off the smell of rotting blood from my body! Squeaky clean and towel fresh I have about a two minute window before the volcano of blood begins to erupt again from my vagina.

What will it be today? A piece of chlorinated toilet paper cardboard with a string that I get to shove up my hole wherein the blood will sit and rot until the next time I can shove another piece of chlorinated cardboard up the same hole? Or, a plastic lined toilet paper diaper attached to my underwear that causes rug burn to my vaginal area when I walk? Well the later requires less coordination, and it is early, so I guess I’ll be sitting in a period diaper today. The best ever.

Of course, I could always just get birth control, and lessen this whole shit. But 1) I can’t afford it 2) I can’t ask my dad to pay for it because, guess what? Just like the men who run my government, my father correlates birth control with sexual promiscuity! Thus, sitting on my rotting blood, undergoing severe cramps that have on more than one occasion caused me to black out, it is! (Not that birth control is such a walk in the park either, our bodies have to learn to deal with the hormones and other chemicals and consequences that birth control entails.)

Then, I get to go to class, where I have to pretend that I am not a leaky faucet of blood and tissue. I get to sit in Calculus, and if heaven forbid, I need an additional pad, I have to be discrete about it, so as not to offend the men’s gentle sensibilities to the fact that I am the one dropping tissues and blood from my body through my vagina.

I once asked a male to take me to the pharmacy so that I could pick up (GASP) pads, or as we like to call it “feminine products” (again, so as not to offend the gentlemen’s overly sensitive natures) and had him equate me talking about my period to him talking about his erections.

ARE

YOU

FUCKING

KIDDING

No.

This is nothing like your fucking erection’s. I don’t derive any enjoyment from this. I can’t mentally control any ounce of this entire process. I can’t masturbate my problem away. My period does not end in orgasm.

It stays. For at least five days in my case. Draining blood out of my body. Causing me severe cramps, making me irritable -not because I’m uncomfortable (which mind you, would be reason enough) - but because my hormones are all over the place, bloating me up to two sizes larger than I normally am, I have to actively fight not to smell like a fish market, and on top of that, you want me to be hush-hush about this? Because it’s icky for you?

And this is not an attack on that one man, this is an attack on ALL MEN who on top of sitting on their throne of gender privilege want me to stay quiet and be content about the fact that five days out of every month I get to undergo this happiest of joys.

And then, these very same men have the audacity to get annoyed because we don’t want to listen to their bullshit complaining about traffic? Or whatever other meaningless story they happen to tell us while our bodies are actively fighting against us? Then we get to be the butt of their tired-ass jokes? Sorry, I am most certainly not sorry.

I repeat NO. I say women come out of the period closet and say, “You know what, this happens to me. Every. Fucking. Month. And it’s terrible. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MORNING.” Because the truth is, if I live in a country where Viagra is covered by medical insurance, but birth control isn’t, I can no longer keep denying that I live in a country that is actively waging a war on women. And if I live in a country that is actively waging war on my sex, the least I am going to do is break patriarchal social propriety to inform anyone and everyone of the shit biological process I was BLESSED enough to be born into.

Hello, my name is Cara, I’m a 21 year old woman, and today I’m on my period. Let me fucking tell you about it.

cancerously

hello yes this is a good post

allthebeautifulthings9828

princessjellyfishherewego

Im ganna reblog this twice because hell hell hell yeah!!!!!!!!!

miketut90

The amazing post that made carazelaya Tumblr famous showed up on my dash randomly. Though I guess with over THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND notes it’s bound to keep coming back now and then.

carazelaya

Goodness. 300,000.