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WHO IS SHE
ALONDRA DE LA PARRA
#a warning to anyone out there attracted to women#she looks great in a tux
Have some more photos of her in action, because I love her:
And my all-time favorite:
She looks like she’s casting spells
This woman is why I want to be an orchestra conductor
Awesome!
My brother just sent me this on snapchat I can’t fucking stop laughing this is so stupid I hate him
I'm dyin'!
Today is Intersex Awareness Day! Intersex people are born with sex characteristics that don’t meet medical and social norms for female or male bodies. You can learn a little more about what this means here.
Intersex Awareness Day is celebrated every October 26, commemorating the first public protest by intersex people in North America, which took place on this day in 1996. You can read intersex activist Morgan Holmes’s account of it here. Morgan and fellow intersex activist Max Beck protested against the non-consensual and medically unnecessary surgery often performed on intersex babies to “normalise” their genitals - an issue which intersex people and their allies are still fighting today.
We hope all our intersex listeners and followers have a wonderful day today. <3
[ID: the intersex flag - a hollow purple circle on a yellow background]
The over-sexualization and objectification of women in Western Mystery Tradition groups, traditional witchcraft circles, and in pagan and polytheist traditions in general is extremely pervasive and toxic to everyone involved…. There is a massive, massive difference between supporting women’s sexuality and objectifying them for it, and that objectification comes in many forms, including the erasing of our humanity by pinning goddesses to us, the apparent entitlement to our sexuality, and not letting us define us.
@scarletmagdalene, “The Toxicity of Objectifying Women in the Craft and Other Occult Trads” published on Tea Addicted Witch (Patheos), 17 July 2018.
you can just say Peter Grey
Crap like that was why I bailed out of the ceremonial trads.
🍁🌱 Zachary and Miles attend the “Trophy Boy” premier in NYC 🍃🌻
Original: onlyzachmiles IG
ZQ has to keep that noggin of his warm.
It’s neural net Halloween costume time
People use neural networks for translating languages, recommending movies, delivering ads, and more, but this here is one of my favorite applications: utter surrealism.
Last year I trained a neural network on 4,500 Halloween costumes that you readers helped me collect. This year, I teamed up with the New York Times to train a different neural network on over 7,100 costumes. Jessia Ma illustrated lots of the costumes, even the ones that make NO SENSE and they are all SO GOOD.
Please please go look at the rest of them. You will be so glad you did.
And yes, there will be ill-advised sexy costumes.
Thank you, everyone who contributed a costume! You can still contribute to the dataset (maybe I’ll revisit it next year) by filling out this form.
Want even more Halloween costumes? Costumes like Dr. Poop and Ms. Frizzle’s Robot? The answer is yes. Sign up here to get them, plus optionally more bonus material every time I post.
Neural nets are like adorable puppies- totally silly.
hot take, but if you genuinely believe asexual means “doesn’t fuck” or “doesn’t want to fuck” you shouldn’t be involved in ace discourse.
like? if you don’t even understand the definition of the thing you’re arguing about you have no kind of authority or credibility to talk about it as if you do. knowing what this means is the absolute bare minimum to expect from a discourser; you don’t have to be an expert, obviously, but at least know what you’re talking about.
it’s really hard to have discussion when there are people who are so grossly misinformed but still think they’re right.
To be honest I don’t think they don’t understand, I think they just don’t care. Painting asexuality as “no fucky” is just another way to dismiss this identity and the experiences attached to it.
Same with the whole aroace thing, the huge majority of exclusionists know the discourse is not just about cishet aces and aros, they know they also exclude cis aroaces and aces who don’t use the SAM, but they just don’t care enough to take 2sec to acknowledge this. Because “cishet” is a simpler umbrella term, who cares if it’s a shitty thing to do.
I highly doubt this comes from a misunderstanding of the issue, but rather from a global disinterest in actually discoursing. I hope I’m wrong, but the discourse has been going on for so long that it seems unlikely that such misconceptions persist.
Bill Nye just casually validated asexuality and I spent ten minutes crying in my kitchen.
But here’s why it’s so important.
Between the formative ages of 8 to 13, I watched Bill Nye the Science Guy air on PBS in my cable-TV-lacking childhood home. It taught me, albeit in kid-friendly simplified terms, about principles of physics and experimentation, the scientific method and chemical reactions, planetary movement and Bunsen burner usage. There are naysayers out there, probably the same people who shit on Mythbusters, and while I get it, I also want to say: just shut up and let the rest of us have fun. Bill Nye was A Real Scientist on TV, and he made complex things accessible to young, impressionable, eager minds. Like me.
Even before Bill Nye the Science Guy went to reruns, I knew I didn’t see people the way everyone else seemed to. By fifth grade, my friend was pointing to a yearbook photo of a classmate she’d taped to the wall above her bed and asking me, “Isn’t he hot??” And I had no idea how to respond. Was he hot? What made him hot? Were other people hot? What did hot even mean? Why couldn’t I identify this elusive physical trait?
By junior high, I thought I might be broken. By high school, I knew it for sure.
I took more science classes than my schooling required. I signed up for after-school nature clubs. I got a perfect score on the science section of the state standardized assessment.
I dated exactly once. The guy went to my church and asked me out after the service. I asked my mom first if it was okay. I had no idea what the hell a dating relationship was supposed to be like. I can only imagine he didn’t either, because we were together for a full year before we first held hands. We never kissed, and I broke up with him because I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel, but I wasn’t feeling anything, and that didn’t seem right. He cried. I mostly just felt bad about it.
In college, I did the thing all socially-outskirted people do and took psychology courses, because maybe that would shed some light. It didn’t.
I had a weird almost-relationship with my best friend. We had an intense emotional connection, and she ended up being my first kiss. The shame borne from gay-is-abominable indoctrination chewed me up from the inside until I hit the self-destruct button on that relationship, too. It didn’t go well.
Not only was I broken, I was someone who actively hurt people. Clearly I was not meant for this.
There was this one guy, though, a roommate of a friend of a roommate, who kept trying. He wasn’t creepy or pushy about it; he just kept quietly being there, patient and constant, a friend before anything else. I had no interest. Until I did. But that was a problem, because I was broken and I hurt people who wanted that with me. He waited. When I eventually closed my eyes and jumped, he caught me.
I did screw things up a little in the middle. But still he waited. He was a very patient guy. We took an astronomy course together. I married him.
Being from religious backgrounds, we both abstained from anything sexual until the wedding night. That was easy for me. I didn’t understand why everyone else found it so hard to just not stick things or have things stuck. That kind of thing took a lot of conscious effort! And it was messy! And tiring! And it kind of hurt. No matter; it would get easier with practice. And I was sure that mythical “sex drive” would show up any day now. That would set everything right.
It didn’t show up. Not that first week, or first month. I talked to my gynecologist - maybe it was the brand of birth control I’d started taking shortly before the wedding. I switched pills. Nobody told me I should have used a backup method during the first month, because I guess everyone else had that figured out ten years ago, and a newlywed wouldn’t need to be informed. I bought a pack of pregnancy tests in a panic. They were all negative.
I didn’t want to be pregnant. The thought of carrying a child in my body and giving birth was so off-putting to me that I fantasized about discovering I was infertile. Penetrative sex still didn’t feel good. There I was, still broken.
Webcomics and RSS feeds were how I entertained myself during slower hours of my STEM career. In one of the comics, a side character was dating someone but not having sex.
The word “asexual” crossed my radar for the very first time.
I was 26, married and salaried, and all of a sudden I was not simply broken. There were other people like me. It changed everything.
It took over 3 years for me to (re)learn enough about myself and what asexuality was to build up the courage to tell my husband.
It did not go well.
But he is a patient guy, when it comes down to it. We’ll be celebrating our 6th wedding anniversary soon. I still feel broken sometimes, but I’m working on it.
It is 2017 and I’m going to be 32 years old. I have heard asexuality referenced in mainstream media exactly three times. One was on a show I didn’t watch, but vaguely saw stuff about online. One was an interview with the creator of a series, where one character was referenced as being “played somewhat asexual.” And one was my childhood science hero talking about spectrums of sexual attraction just now, on a grown-up reboot of the show I adored two decades ago.
Bill Nye Saves the World had me at the first episode. It’s an adult, politically-charged version of the public media that so lovingly nurtured my scientific Vulcan brain before I ever knew that girls weren’t encouraged in this stuff. Its tone is frank and exasperated; its “experiments” flashy and over-simplified (with verbal explosion sounds and mad scientist cackles thrown in for fun). Bill Nye is an entertainer, but he also has some legit cred, and is one of the most outspoken voices against the current political and cultural climate of science denial.
Bill Nye doesn’t think I’m broken.
He said it exactly the way he’d say water is a liquid, or that the sky is blue or the Earth is slightly off-round. It was a statement of fact, that I exist and I am not an abnormality. I am recognized. I am real. I am not broken.
Sounds a lot like my own experience, sans the marriage.
Some low key ace phone backgrounds, for anyone who wants to use them! ❤
These are gorgeous.
Zach’s trying not to crack up.
Sometimes things happen and you’re just like
Glorious.
Mushroom Dragons are curious little detritivores with a variety of natural and magical properties depending on variety. They have unique and distinct personalities, and can range from completely benevolent to outright malicious.
These little guys are available on a variety of products at my Society6 store here. If there’s interest, I’d be happy to put them up as stickers on my Redbubble store also.
Wouldn’t this be an interesting creature to have in game?
Actually genuinenly enjoying my customer service job sometimes
Customer (calling from Ireland): “Yes hello, I would like to -”
Sheep in the background: *gentle baa*
Customer: “Uh, sorry, what I want to do is -”
Sheep: *slightly more insistent baa*
Customer: “No, not now! -cough- Excuse me. I have a reservation and -”
Sheep: *VERY LOUD ACCUSATORY BAA*
Customer: “Arnulf! Please be quiet, I am on the phone! … Sorry, I sincerely apologize on behalf of Arnulf.”
me: “I love and forgive him.”
Customer: “Don’t, he doesn’t deserve it. Anyway, I’m calling about -”
Arnulf: *small, very self-satisfied baa*
I once took my kids to a local farm and we found a lil goat with its horns stuck in a fence, just sitting there kinda mournfully on the grass. We tried to help it get free but it was stuck tight. We petted it for a while and fed it some grass (as it had lawnmowered a circle around itself as far as it could reach), and then went back to the ticket office to tell them it needed help, but before I’d said more than: “There’s a goat-” the guy cut me off with a weary wave and said, “Yeah, we know. Stuck in the fence. That’s Brenda. She can get herself out whenever she wants. She just likes the attention.”
Trolled by a fucking goat.
i’m fucking dying “yeah that’s brenda”
Density map of stars on national flags
Sigil magick: Down and dirty
One of the simplest forms of magick to do is sigil magick.
Sigils can be found throughout the magick world, and are often used for quick works; however, they can also be employed for long lasting work and protection. They are very easy to learn, making them approachable, but make no mistake, mastering this skill, like anything else in magick, takes time.
Many people make the mistake of thinking that these are simple magicks because they are relatively easy to learn, and do once you have the system of creation down. Although there are various systems, which this piece will go over, they all, more or less, follow the same rules. Due to this ease, people often thoughtlessly practice this type of work which leads to easy mistakes and unexpected consequences.
When working with sigils, it’s not just how to do it, it’s also why and when. Understanding when sigils are best put to use and what circumstances they help most with will help practitioners grow their practice. Though these are simple to use, they’re not meant to be just thrown around whenever.
[Read the full article.]
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Is my heart going at 1000 miles per hour while I sit frozen wanting to do anything else to get my mind to work but being unable to muster the courage, a feeling of impending dread, feeling like I could cry and scream, wanting to crawl out of my own skin-
Is this a panic attack?
Yeah, that’s basically the clinical definition of a panic attack.
It sounds like you skipped flight and fight, and went straight to freeze. The freeze response can be pretty jarring if you’ve never faced it before, but I find that sometimes rationalizing helps, so here goes: Your Lizard Brain is convinced there is a dangerous, life-threatening something out there, and that your best bet to survive is to stay perfectly still. The way Lizard Brain sees it, if the something hasn’t noticed you yet, then staying still will help you avoid its attention; if the something has noticed you, staying still will prevent any predatory chasing instinct from triggering.
Whatever situation you are in, do your best to remove yourself from it and find a way to minimize sensory input for a couple minutes. Ideally, a nice dark space, like a closet or a single-person bathroom, where you can sit on the floor or a non-rolling chair. It’s probably going to feel like you have to break your knees each time you bend them, but I promise, they will move and you’re not actually breaking them. You’re fighting your instincts to freeze.
(When I hit freeze, sometimes I try to rationalize with my Lizard Brain. Try to envision whatever “predator” it’s afraid of being distracted by something else in the bushes so that it doesn’t notice my movement. YMMV on this one, though. But panic attacks are the result of your instinct-driven brainbits misfiring, so I find that sometimes it helps to cater to them.)
Try breathing with the 5-7-5 count. In for 5, hold for 7, out for 5. I find that when I’m really in a panic, I can’t go that high because my diaphragm is too tight, so I start lower. I can usually do 3-5-3 at first, then steadily work my way up to 4-6-4, and then finally 5-7-5.
Once you get your breathing more under control, try focusing on one piece of sensory input. If there’s a smell in the room, identify it. Try to think about how that smell got there, how long it’s been there, etc, etc. If you have something in your pocket, like a coin or a rock, rub it between your fingers and focus on each and every detail of its surface.
The idea is to disrupt your Lizard Brain and let it slide back into the unconscious where it belongs 90% of the time.
Hit me up for aftercare if you need it, when you need it. I wanted to get this to you as soon as I could.
ACTUAL LONG-SUFFERING SINGLE DAD CHRISTOPHER PIKE
