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Melusina
the cutest boy with cutest teeth. seductive as hell.
I’m wary of anything that smacks of “making feminism sexy.” Sex-positivity should be a part of feminism because sexuality is important—not because feminism needs spicing up. I really don’t want to imply any “be a feminist ally and you’ll get lots of kinky sex” deals here, or any “don’t worry, we’re not man-haters, we’re into stripteases and blowjobs!” cajoling. The challenge of integrating sex-positivity into feminism is communicating “women’s sexual desire matters” without giving any ammunition to “women are for sex.
The Pervocracy: What I Mean When I Say I’m Sex-Positive. (via sexisnottheenemy)
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Consider how textbooks treat Native religions as a unitary whole. The American Way describes Native American religion in these words: “These Native Americans [in the Southeast] believed that nature was filled with spirits. Each form of life, such as plants and animals, had a spirit. Earth and air held spirits too. People were never alone. They shared their lives with the spirits of nature.” Way is trying to show respect for Native American religion, but it doesn’t work. Stated flatly like this, the beliefs seem like make-believe, not the sophisticated theology of a higher civilization. Let us try a similarly succinct summary of the beliefs of many Christians today: “These Americans believed that one great male god ruled the world. Sometimes they divided him into three parts, which they called father, son, and holy ghost. They ate crackers and wine or grape juice, believing that they were eating the son’s body and drinking his blood. If they believed strongly enough, they would live on forever after they died.” Textbooks never describe Christianity this way. It’s offensive. Believers would immediately argue that such a depiction fails to convey the symbolic meaning or the spiritual satisfaction of communion.
Lies My Teacher Told Me, James Loewen (via whoistorule)
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(via TumbleOn)David Wong, This Book Is Full of Spiders
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(via TumbleOn)To Die For (dir. Gus Van Sant — 1995)
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(via TumbleOn)My husband does this pretty often, and it melts my heart every time. My sweet pet.
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