Building your spaceship. Question 1: Do you want your spaceship to look like a flying circumcised cock y/n
It’s Time to Shut Up About Your Pubes
“There’s been much ado lately about pubic hair, from Cameron Diaz’s Body Book to Lady Gaga’s ‘au-naturel’ Candy magazine cover. Janeane Garofalo recently weighed in on the subject, and she is decidedly pro.” —Huffington Post
“If you are a woman brimming with pubic hair pride and you’ve been looking for someone to tell about it, Sunday is your lucky day.” —SFGate
“Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my pubic hair.” —The Bustle
A Google search for “pubic hair trends” reveals 187,000 results. Summer brings with it a veritable tsunami of bush-based thinkpieces, as columnists and feminists and ladybloggers and male writers hash out their thoughts on whatever “trend” exists for women’s body hair at the moment.
The Bustle piece quoted above—“Will The Full Bush Trend Continue Into Summer? Why Waxing Is Getting Even More Complicated”—is a perfect example of its kind. Its quick summary of pubes over the years, from the full bush to the Brazilian to the full-bush Brazilian, is followed by, well, this: “With ‘normcore’ pubes supposedly all the rage, will the beaches really be chockfull of women and their pubic hair this summer?” Can it be? Will we be applying #buzzword to #bodypart, and in #public? It concludes—as most pieces about pubic hair do—with a reminder that it really is a woman’s own choice, ultimately up to her.
Very personal, you know. Love your pubes, sisters. End thinkpiece.
But do we have to love our pubes? Is an apparently obligatory pride in our underbrush as unhelpful as the previously obligatory shame? Although certainly more positive, the end result is that we continue to endlessly dissect what’s happening in all of our ladygardens, instead of, say, our heads. Or even our beds.
TED talk with Ran Gavrieli “Why I stopped watching porn”
Gavrieli crushes this. Brilliantly thought out and expressed. Watch it today, think about it, and come back and watch the whole thing again tomorrow.
Let us remember him when he was beautiful. (Spoilers for Game of Thrones.)
My thoughts on the death of the Red Viper are significant and lengthy:
Because within five minutes of striding onto the screen in 4x01, Pedro Pascal a) convinced me that the character, so meaningless in the books, had value; b) invested me intrinsically in his story; c) became my first serious man-crush in a good long while;
Because I knew, of course, that he was going to get killed, but given the quantity of off-book adaptation changes this season, had me hoping that D&D would flip the script on this one, because the thought of three more seasons of Game of Thrones without Pedro Pascal is actually worse than the after-effects of the Red Wedding. Seriously: who the fuck am I meant to care about in this world if I can’t have my sweaty Spanish bisexual??;
Because that episode, 4x08, was expertly directed. Game of Thrones has finally learned the value of a held silence, and Alex Graves manipulated pacing, tone, and photographic composition throughout the first 50 minutes of “The Mountain and the Viper” to land perfectly on the final fight, which (excuse me) pops right out of the screen as a vibrant, vicious, and - ultimately - unbelievably horrific example of “what life is like in Westeros”;
Because early in 4x08, Dolorous Edd asks that if he is killed on the attack on Castle Black, the last surviving brother burns his body - because he doesn’t want to come back to this world. And later, Ellaria Sand asks the Red Viper, “Don’t leave me alone in this world.” The growing realization that Westeros, itself, is actually Hell. And “The Mountain and the Viper” is the proof;
Because THIS post has been my year:
I hate the way the word ‘easy’ is attached to girls who have had sex with more people than the expected norm. Easy is used as in ‘it was easy to have sex with her’ meaning that the process of eventually having sex with her is a challenge for you meaning that you wanted sex more than her making you the more dominant one and in exchange making her lower and therefore less admirable or respected.
But what about the possibility that a girl can choose who she has sex with? What about the possibility that just because a girl has had sex with numerous people numerous times does not mean that she’s ‘easy’ to convince into bed. Because she isn’t being convinced to do anything. She’s making a sober, conscious decision to bed anyone she wants to not because she has a deep rooted self-esteem problem but because she likes sex and the way bodies can move together and create an explosion of pure, unadulterated nirvana.
So the next time you used the word ‘easy’ to describe a girl who, simply put just likes to fuck, think about the possibility that maybe she isn’t easy. She has standards and complexities and knows what she likes and doesn’t like. She’s aware of her sexuality, and knows who will tick her boxes. She’s far from easy. She’s probably the most difficult feat you’ll ever face because she knows exactly what she wants and if you’re a person that refers to sexually active women as ‘easy’, then it’s probably not you.
God I hope this is true.
i dropped my monster space condom for my magnum astro dong
this is why cis men should be barred from doing anything important
Back to my longstanding assertion that the “extra large” condom industry is the pinnacle of marketing genius.
Boys, girls, boys AND girls, loincloths, arrows, Eva Green, sex, death, and human happiness. Read more
I certainly watched the first season of Veronica Mars back in whenever-it-was; I don’t think I ever watched the second (or the third). I don’t “get it.” I watched the movie over the weekend too, and was mostly delighted that - per the flick’s Kickstarted imprimatur - I didn’t have to go to a movie theatre to do it. It day-and-dated on the iTunes store, which for a movie based on a TV show that disappeared into the cracks in the middle of the digital decade, seems about right. Maybe Veronica Mars is a big-screen cinematic triumph, but I’ll never know.Read more
“Who she is changes when the next man comes into the room. And I find myself hoping the next man won’t come in.”
Space whore! The Next Generation! The oldest profession comes to Star Trek c/o a deeply skeevy premise wherein an alien empath naturally, willingly turns herself into the perfect woman for whatever male she happens to be in front of. And she happens to be in front of Captain Picard.Read more