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Born: 1987 november Place: the 'burgh Political: socio-eco-anarchist This is mostly a sciency kinda blog, with an emphasis on critters (seeing as how some folks don't consider bugs as animals), but also including astronomy, history and the like. Also, i may post things from any of my various other interests, such as photography, beautiful things, politcal stuffnfluff and anything else that takes my fancy. RIDICULOUS FILM REVIEWS

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[anarchistmemedistro]

imagine accusing the us military of being too woke

[wilwheaton]

Every accusation is a confession.

[liberalsarecool]

#ScrapTheCap

Millionaires/Billionaires should contribute the same percent of income as everyone else.

[memewhore]

[liberalsarecool]

1st Amendment much?

Republicans are terrified of losing power. This is why you must vote every one of them out of office.

Rather than accept the world around them, Republicans want to control everyone. The regressive and reactionary Republicans would rather strip children of their social media, their phones, their texts, their emails, the meeting places, and outlaw their conversations than respect their autonomy and agency.

[jamesternes]

[skif07]

[imperialgrunt]

Pittsburgh Gothic

You’re waiting for the 61D. A 61A goes past. A 61A goes past. A 61A goes past. A 61A goes past. 

The closer you get to the Squirrel Hill tunnel, the slower everything moves. Cars. People. Particles. It’s cold. Oh god, you’re so cold. 

It was raining this morning, now it’s sunny outside. You check the thermometer, and it reads sixty. Better salt your sidewalk, gonna snow tonight.

You dropped a rock in that pothole on Brookline, and waited to hear it hit the bottom. You’re still waiting.

The sidewalk is getting steeper and steeper. Now there’s stairs. You climb and climb and climb. Look, a mountain goat. 

Your GPS tells you to take a sharp right to stay on Forbes. Your GPS tells you to take a slight left to stay on Forbes. Your GPS tells you to hit the man in the suit to stay on Forbes. Hit the man. Hit him. 

No one goes to Carlow University.

Bleeding? Buildings don’t bleed, don’t be silly. That’s just the steel rusting.

An orange sign just ahead of you reads “End Road Work.” You laugh, and see another sign. “Please. Please, I have children. End it.”

They built a bridge under the bridge to keep the bridge from falling on the other bridge under that bridge. The trolls are confused. Where can they live?

Someone said that if you fall in the Mon, when you climb out, your skin will peel off. Ridiculous. No one escapes the Mon. 

You’re trying to get home, but every single street is a one way that takes your further and further away. Where is home? What is home? 

They say the steel mills poisoned the air and killed the sky. Is that why it weeps? Whenever thunder roars, you swear you can hear a sob. 

A man is stabbed with a bottle outside the bar, and ichor the color of tar drips from between his fingers, flecked with gleaming yellow. He bleeds black and gold. The gutters overflow with black and gold. Steelers going to the superbowl.

You woke up and found U P M C etched into your wrist. You went to UPMC physician, and he sent you to UPMC Shadyside. They checked you out and said it’s nothing serious. Good thing you have UPMC healthcare, could have been pricey otherwise. 

The guy at Phipps laughs when you ask him what they use for fertilizer and shows you big bins of mulch in the back. Pitt students keep disappearing. The bins are never empty for long. 

The treasure map reads “Turn left at the big church, then go straight till you see a PNC.” Thirty souls set out to find it, each took a different path. None returned. 

[revoltingchild]

[mxlabradorite]

I will reblog this every Christmas season I’m on tumblr.

[drunkygoesonadventures]

It’s beginning to look a lot like shit scram

[un-magnificentlivesofadults]

My mom just sent me this picture of my dog…I guess we got a lot of snow, then

[un-magnificentlivesofadults]

update:

[drhoz]

Maratus speciosus - Coastal Peacock Spider

Point Peron, and Halls Head, Perth

[triiku-blog]

Outdated Slang Terms

1. Dope; n; marijuana, pot.

2. Neck; v; to make out.

3. Pet; v; to make out.

4. Buy the Farm; to die.

5. Ball; v; to have sex with; n; sexual intercourse.

6. Tight; adj; drunk.

7. Libertine; n; a man who acts without morals, esp as regards to sex.

8. Hotpants; n; boyshorts.

9. Beaver; n; vagina.

10. Johnson; n; penis.

[triiku-blog]

Well, that’s a clever porno rag title...

[triiku-blog]

(NSFW) On Variable Vaginal Dilators...

I was reading a magnificent article today on Cracked about Gender Reassignment Surgery (GRS) that had to do with the unexpected and under-reported aspects of transitioning from male to female. In this article, post-op vaginal dilation—a subject of which I was aware but, admittedly, about which I was pretty ignorant—is brought up and, for details, one is directed to the following video:

For those who do not wish to watch the video but don't know what vaginal dilation is, it is—accurately—described in the article as “doctor-speak for boring dildos,” photos of which are above. Essentially, after the vaginal canal is surgically created, it—like any other wound—attempts to heal itself. This could cause increasing shallowness and tightness to the point where sex is unachievable. In order to combat this, the patient must lube up and insert the “boring dildos”--starting with the smallest—to a medically-specified depth, moving up in size every time it stops hurting, until a dilator has been inside for twenty minutes. This keeps the vaginal canal from closing on itself, much the same way the recipient of a penectomy must receive urethral dilation in order to continue being able to urinate.

Now, during the aforementioned video (specifically, at 04:10), Miss McGinn laments the non-existence of a vaginal dilator that can be inserted to the appropriate depth and then increase in size without having to be removed. When I first heard this, my first thought was “wait, but there are inflatable dildos.”

It further occurred to me that one of the options for male urethral dilation is a “balloon catheter”

So, if such things already exist, why is it that there is no such product for trans women? A quick Google search turned up US patent number 20100082057 A1: “the variable rigidity vaginal dilator and use thereof.” The device was invented by Dr William D Borkon of the Park Nicollet Clinic in St Louis Park, Minnesota in 2008 to treat dysparenunia (painful sexual intercourse for a medical or psychological reason) for a number of reasons, including transgender surgery. As you can see from the diagrams, the device is essentially a balloon catheter subtly altered for vaginal use. Dr Borkon points out in his patent application the existence of US patent number 5681340 A—a variable-length vaginal dilator from 1996—and US patent number 5947992 A—a frankly brilliant idea for an inflatable menstrual cup that seals itself prior to removal. He also makes reference to patents for inflatable cervical dilators, an inflatable device used to widen the vaginal canal in preparation for birth and past examples of balloon catheters being used as cervical dilators. Dr Borkon points out that none of these options “is suitable for patient use of a dilator in the home in a method of treatment that allows for substantially pain-free vaginal dilation.”

Now, this seems like a brilliant invention and precisely what Miss McGinn is yearning for. The patent is currently still active, with the last fee having been paid in April of this year (2015), but I cannot, unfortunately, find any evidence of the device actually existing.  

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Bander’s adventures today including inspecting the carpet, staring into the mirror and doing some soul-searching, and then returning to a freshly redecorated enclosure.

[patsy-navarro]

“I’m the chosen one…plus, you don’t even accessorize!”

- The Mighty Boosh - The Fountain of Youth.