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A comparison that makes me feel proud and excited; if I only learned to barely waist hoop 7 months ago, and I was that much better 1 month ago, I cannot wait to see where I am a year from now. Keep at it, keep giving, keep trying, keep learning.
“At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.” ~Lao Tzu. ♥ Cosmic Charlie Art ♥
This is still odd. An old coworker came in the other day and praised me on how good I looked. The same day a stranger casually referred to me as skinny, though I forget what context this was in. What? I am looking at my body trying to be objective and I don’t know how.
The only thing I know is that hoop, dance, and some form of stretching (perhaps yoga) make my body feel strong, and I feel really good about that. I’m OK with my body right now, but feel a bit of cognitive dissonance when I realize identifying as fat doesn’t make sense anymore.
I had a birthday party for the first time in like 12 years. It was an odd thing to have so much kindness and affection directed at me, and I think this is the first time I realize that most people probably like me, to some extent.
My friend surprised me by turning her living room into a venue with party lights and bands. we had a cozy fire pit in the backyard with people spinning poi and hooping/learning to hoop and people upstairs in the trip den making art. I was dancing by the window in the party light while the band played and I looked at my friend and smiled so big I almost burst into tears because the happiness and love I felt at that moment was seriously fucking incredible.
That was beautiful. Here is some art that people collaborated on throughout the party times.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via uglyuglyugly2)
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I always define transgender as “Someone who is not the gender they were assigned at birth”
When [an abusive man] tells me that he became abusive because he lost control of himself, I ask him why he didn’t do something even worse. For example, I might say, “You called her a fucking whore, you grabbed the phone out of her hand and whipped it across the room, and then you gave her a shove and she fell down. There she was at your feet where it would have been easy to kick her in the head. Now, you have just finished telling me that you were ‘totally out of control’ at that time, but you didn’t kick her. What stopped you?” And the client can always give me a reason. Here are some common explanations: "I wouldn’t want to cause her a serious injury." “I realized one of the children was watching.” “I was afraid someone would call the police.” “I could kill her if I did that.” “The fight was getting loud, and I was afraid the neighbors would hear.” And the most frequent response of all: "Jesus, I wouldn’t do that. I would never do something like that to her.” The response that I almost never heard — I remember hearing it twice in the fifteen years — was: “I don’t know.” These ready answers strip the cover off of my clients’ loss of control excuse. While a man is on an abusive rampage, verbally or physically, his mind maintains awareness of a number of questions: “Am I doing something that other people could find out about, so it could make me look bad? Am I doing anything that could get me in legal trouble? Could I get hurt myself? Am I doing anything that I myself consider too cruel, gross, or violent?” A critical insight seeped into me from working with my first few dozen clients: An abuser almost never does anything that he himself considers morally unacceptable. He may hide what he does because he thinks other people would disagree with it, but he feels justified inside. I can’t remember a client ever having said to me: “There’s no way I can defend what I did. It was just totally wrong.” He invariably has a reason that he considers good enough. In short, an abuser’s core problem is that he has a distorted sense of right and wrong. I sometimes ask my clients the following question: “How many of you have ever felt angry enough at youer mother to get the urge to call her a bitch?” Typically half or more of the group members raise their hands. Then I ask, “How many of you have ever acted on that urge?” All the hands fly down, and the men cast appalled gazes on me, as if I had just asked whether they sell drugs outside elementary schools. So then I ask, “Well, why haven’t you?” The same answer shoots out from the men each time I do this exercise: “But you can’t treat your mother like that, no matter how angry you are! You just don’t do that!” The unspoken remainder of this statement, which we can fill in for my clients, is: “But you can treat your wife or girlfriend like that, as long as you have a good enough reason. That’s different.” In other words, the abuser’s problem lies above all in his belief that controlling or abusing his female partner is justifiable….
Lundy Bancroft, Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men (via seebster)
THIS BOOK SAVED MY LIFE AND I CANNOT RECOMMEND IT ENOUGH EVERYONE ON EARTH SHOULD READ THIS *except abusers
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~*~ My style is freshly picked vegetable ~*~ this was the morning after me and Elly cosplayed Sandy Cohen. I spray painted my hair black and it was nightmare to wash back out. (more comics over at oursuperadventure.com!)
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LOL white men like to act tough as shit until they realize that for the first time in their life there might actually be consequences for their actions
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Hundreds stage “face-sit in” outside parliament to protest new porn laws
It’s Facesitting Friday in Britain.
Hundreds of people practiced their most provocative positions in front of Parliament in London to protest the country’s new pornography law. Under the new regulations, porn produced in the country now prohibits performers from engaging in “inappropriate” sex acts like fisting, strangulation and even facesitting.
The new law has been criticized as an updated form of censorship and moral hand-wringing.
I am so strong
I find that LSD is more likely to put me in a truer place than anything else. It makes me feel primally connected and in tune with all of my feelings, positive or negative. I am largely introspective on LSD and prefer tripping among trusted friends or at my house alone with some music and art and my cat.
However, if I introduce MDMA a few hours after the initial dosage of LSD, the most beautiful synergy happens. I find myself choosing to forgo my experiences of anxiety, and to be empathetic and caring. Saying this, I realized that I recognize my love for myself more than I ever have. I am so strong.
I walked for hours yesterday and a lot of interesting things happened. The one I think of the most though isn't a strictly positive memory, but a beautiful one. I have always had a hard time dealing with guys getting into my personal space, especially when dancing. When their hands appear out of no where to slide along my hips it is so sharply unsettling that most times I will freeze, angry, but unsure how to deal with this other than by ignoring them (typically this happens in loud venues). So last night my trip was coming down but I was still rolling really hard, and this orgasmic jazz-reggae (ish...) local band that I love is making my body move effortlessly and I am so overjoyed, and I feel so good seeing all the happy people around me. So when this random guy that I haven't even seen or acknowledged just pulls my hips into his grasp, I am startled and saddened. It is the most glorious time and I don't want to be reminded of people thinking they are entitled to my body (and harming me in the process). I look at him and just grab his hands and place them back on his abdomen, tapping them lightly in a disapproving manner. He is obviously rejected in a "wtf bitch" sort of way. I turn around and feel the music tune my body again and I almost burst into joyous tears. I can take care of myself! I am OK! I can be loving and open while roaming through a glorious psychedelic state, but the most significant moment is when I realized I love myself and wont let people make me feel bad about my body and my needs.
Candy flipping is always such an eye opener for me, and for me it is worth the downtime the next few days. Soulful.
Typewriter Series #988 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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