“I’ve known rich people, and why not, since I’m one of them? The majority would rather douse their dicks with lighter fluid, strike a match, and dance around singing “Disco Inferno” than pay one more cent in taxes to Uncle Sugar.”—
Will you look at that! Scumbags of the earth united to celebrate an animalistic act that is usually used against Muslims. Oh what a joy! Where can I buy some basic humanity for you assholes?
We need to pool our cash for a t-shirt for Communismkills that says “I’d rather be torturing and abusing brown men to make up for the fact that I have no control over my life otherwise, and perhaps someday a neonazi racist will impregnate me”.
I believe in truth in advertising.
However will she decide what to wear in the morning when she has to choose between her waterboarding t-shirt and her Anders Breivik fangirl t-shirt?
Why in the name of fuck does this shirt even exist…
CISPA’s broad language will likely give the government access to anyone’s personal information with few privacy protections.
The bill completely exempts itself from the Freedom of Information Act.
CISPA gives companies blanket immunity from future lawsuits.
Companies can already inform the government and each other about incoming cybersecurity threats.
Most Republicans support CISPA, while most Democrats oppose it, and President Obama threatened to veto it.
The internet is fighting back.
I’m frightened that this one got so far. We have to realize they’re not going to quit, the next one will be even quieter, ever more sudden. It’ll be in the presidents lap before we even hear about it. We have to stay vigilant.
I miss the posts on FY Ron Perlman. Will those ever return?
Aw, now I feel like a terrible person for abandoning that tumblr. I can’t say for sure it won’t come back, but for my part, I am enjoying my own tumblr life outside of that, and I don’t have it in me to be entertaining for others right now. I am pleased that it was enjoyed :)
I’m much the same way sexually. I really don’t identify with any one group either come to think of it, and I didn’t mean to make you think about the future in a bad way! I will be more careful.
yeah, it kinda sucks, because a lot of people read ‘nonvanilla’ or ‘nonheteronormative’ and assume the sort of common bdsm/fetlife crowd. and, like, for me anyway, a big part of a lot of these more specific fetishes that my two long-term partners had was that it was something that was pretty warped and fun that made them really happy and then became something i really enjoyed, but it wouldn’t be at all enjoyable with someone with whom i had no connection (i’m very weird about casual sex and i think the bottom line is that it’s just not worth it for me and it’s almost never enjoyable).
I’m just going to reblog this because the reply thing is so short. I can utterly relate to the sexual issues here. Despite my deep and abiding love of kink and dominance in a sexual relationship, I don’t want a D/s relationship and I don’t associate myself with a fetish or bondage lifestyle, nor do I want to. I cannot and will not do casual sex either, I utterly suck at it.
But yeah, same issue. It’s really hard to find someone who’s willing to be dominating and insane in the bedroom but not in the rest of my day. I have no interest in being dominated over my morning oatmeal. Unless it involves being bent over the table afterwards.
Or finding someone willing to participate in the constant level of kink that I require AND cuddle. Maybe this is a completely unrealistic thing to want in a relationship. Even people who claim to be kinky tend to get quickly put off by my willingness and uh…creativity in that arena.
I require a certain level of snarkiness, argument, and intelligence as well. It’s no fucking wonder I’ve been single most of my life. I’m perfectly willing to compromise on a lot of things, but it’s been very bizarre to me to discover that so many people, and men especially, are so quickly put off by a woman who not only wants sex on a regular basis but goes after it with reckless abandon. Maybe it’s a power thing. I may never know.
It’s good to know that I’m not the only one tho, heh.
The story behind my url. I knew this would happen eventually. I’ve made up 100 stories about the name Munchflower. It’s been my nickname since 95. Popular misconceptions are mostly that it’s an oral sex reference or that i’m a lesbian. Penis flytrap. Lotus eater.
Sadly none of these are true.
It was the name of a bird I had an association with. When the bird died, I took it’s name. And it stuck. I go by Munch in real life.
I’m trying to think of something else for magenta now, lol. But since it’s you I will. Let’s see.
My sex life. I like..do not ever discuss my sex life with hardly anyone except the person I’m having sex with. I’m totally comfortable discussing my fetishes and whatnot, but any actual details about what goes on stay between me and my partner.
Something that makes me smile.
Yesterday my daughter came home and told me she’d had all these misconceptions about the hunger games, which she’s been reluctant to read. And I said - okay you can tell me about them, but you have to do it through the art of dance.
She spent like 20 minutes doing this fucking hilarious hunger games dance in the living room while explaining it all to me. I’m going to laugh about that one for the rest of my life. I wish I’d had a video camera.
My favorite dream: I’m not sure how to answer this, so I’ll go with actual night dreams. My favorite I think is still the one where I carried Matt Pinfields severed head around in a box to the houses of elderly ladies and had tea with them and that was my job.
Something I did embarassingly: I got caught by a large crowd of people singing and interpretive dancing in a public bathroom to the tune of ” I wanna hold your hand.”
What is something I barely tell anyone: I’m an extremely private person so I’m trying to think of something non private to tell here. Umm. I barely tell anyone about my sickness. You wouldn’t think it because I’m so public about it on here but I really don’t discuss it at all outside of tumblr.
Rapid City, South Dakota – A member and resident of the Cheyenne River Sioux Tribe of South Dakota came home from a 14-day stay in the hospital to find he had been horribly mutilated. Three Ks can be easily seen carved or…
“There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.”—Alexandre Dumas (via gravesbeyondwindows)
“One morning, after many dark nights of despair, an irrepressible longing to live will announce to us the fact that all is finished and that suffering has no more meaning than happiness.”—Albert Camus, The Rebel (via gravesbeyondwindows)
Using unhealthy coping mechanisms often starts out fairly innocently, with people repeating something that brought them pleasure and relief in the past. But since these approaches can’t actually treat depression,…
What if my medication IS addictive painkillers? I’m so fucked.
“I don’t mean to burden you with my non-problems. I know you’re busy.”
I texted that last night to someone, as I stood on the verge of tears, the verge of smashing plates, and the verge of curling up in the fetal position for a while. I was about a minute away from a full-on hormonal breakdown, and I was apologizing for being an inconvenience. For being a burden. Because let’s be real, what I really meant was I’m sorry I’m having feelings.
In the wake of many really important posts that have been circulating the blogosphere lately about gaslighting and being a Crazy Girlfriend ™, I’ve come to realize that while I faced my fair share of gaslighting in the past, the biggest perpetrator of shitting all over my feelings is me. So often I’m so consumed with not making waves that I instead apologize for having any feelings at all.
Tumblr is a dangerous website on the interweb that your child may be lurking on. As the most popular blogging platform on earth, it has lured many young teens into its clutches. Unfortunately, it harbors an extremely homoerotic leaning and contains dangerous media that children of any age should be exposed to. It is extremely malicious and will steal your child’s feelings, replacing them with sexualized isolation. Your child may become robotic and obsessed with gay porn. Tumblr is a predator, a predator gaining in liberal popularity.
Tumblr is full of gay porn and is one of the main distributors of homoerotic messages to youth. You will find posts about gay marriage with millions of hearts and homoerotic sex is one of the most popular subjects on the site. Many tumblr sites contain how-to guides for gay sex maneuvers, and it will burn your child’s brain. Young women find themselves drawn to images of men engaging in premarital kissing through tumblr and many end up transsexual, desperately wanting to be one of the men engaging in oral sodomy. But how does tumblr manipulate your child’s mind?
Like most other websites popular among strange liberal druggies, at its core, it is a cult. Tumblr is headed by groups of New York gays and nerds, and the head honchos seem to really like cats. You can’t have a moral website with cats, that’s an inherent contradiction. However, cats are extremely persuasive and have turned many people to the dark side. Cats also have a tendency to be evil, which we can see in cases such as Catwoman, in which the feline is extremely destructive and causes a great deal of harm to everyone. Many immoral liberals use cats to their advantage because they have hypnotic eyes and are small in frame. This is what captures so many youth.
Another compelling part of tumblr to youth is the overt sexualization of everything. All teenagers, except for properly raised Christians (special needs teenagers aside), are driven towards sexuality. Many youth announce foolishly that they consider themselves to be a homosexual. Many teenage boys are now engaging in sin docking. Many teenage ladies are having their cankerblossom massaged by other misguided youth. The uglier children are demon whacking during their melancholic programming sessions. Some teenage ladies spread images of their sin treats throughout their high schools and to all of the students and teachers. The destructive gay agenda devoted to destroying Christian morality and the sanctity of the Christian body has begun to manifest itself through tumblr, and it lures in youth.
I don’t know if rape jokes encourage rape culture. I don’t care. You still shouldn’t tell them.
Statistically, if you have told a rape joke to a group of more than five people, one of the people you told it to was a rape survivor, possibly of multiple rapes. They will not necessarily disclose this to you; rape apologism is endemic in society and most rape survivors are cautious about whom they tell. Some may even be too ashamed of their rape to admit it to anyone, or because of rape-minimizing narratives like “men can’t be raped” and “I consented to oral, so I couldn’t have been raped” may not admit it even to themselves. The fact remains: if you’ve told dozens of rape jokes in your life, then you have almost certainly told a joke that minimizes or trivializes rape in front of a survivor.
And if you put as your Facebook status “I totally raped at Halo today” for your two hundred Facebook friends to see, statistically, you have just reminded thirty-three people of one of the worst experiences of their entire lives.
i really admire those who seem to manage chronic, degenerative illness and maintain hope, but i just can’t be that kind of person. i see myself nowhere in these inspirational narratives, and while i honor my friends & their successes, i do indeed disdain the genre as a desirable ideal.
my friends tell me i owe no one a miraculous recovery. i’d like to believe them, because it’s a debt i could never repay.
instead i type morose, self-absorbed things on the internet while crying into my cat in a diazepam haze. being an outlier in one negative area doesn’t beget counterbalance by being an outlier in a different positive one. this carries a lot of shame: i feel i do the community a disservice, for which i’m sorry, but i’m not a model human who happened to get sick, but rather a relatively problematic human who happened to get sick. and i’m older than most i know with my array of conditions—the ultimate in survivor’s guilt.
this is an apology, then, a terrible apology that comes with inappropriate context & explanations bordering on excuses—still, i’m sorry.
All of this.
I’m sorry as well, but I can’t be positive about this. I feel like I’m letting people down by not being positive about it, but like this lovely person I’m honored to be associated with, I am older than most of the people I know who have it. I’m older than most of the people on tumblr. I’ve been around long enough to know without reservation that things don’t always get better.
For me they never will. I am never going to live without pain. I will only continue to degenerate until such time as my body completely gives out. This is my future. This is what I have to look forward to. I will not side with it. I will not make friends with it. The best I can manage is to war against it in some feeble attempt to keep my sanity. To rebel simply by surviving another day. But I will not be happy, I will not be positive.
I’m fucking miserable. I’m too tired to find some pithy offering of hope and substance. I just don’t care enough anymore. I hope that the rest of you have something more to hold on to, and that being as young as you are lends you some deeper meaning in your struggle.
It’s like setting a jar of moonshine on the floor of a boxcar full of 10 hobos and saying, “Now fight for it!” Sure, in the bloody aftermath you can say to each of the losers, “Hey, you could have had it if you’d fought harder!” and that’s true on an individual level. But not collectively — you knew goddamned well that nine hobos weren’t getting any hooch that night. So why are you acting like it’s their fault that only one of them is drunk?
You’re intentionally conflating “anyone can have the moonshine” with “everyone can have it.” And you are doing it because you’re hoping that we will all be too busy fighting each other to ask why there was only one jar.
Having POTS would explain nearly every single symptom that I have that is not immediately EDS related. The dizziness, extreme fatigue, high heart-rate, low blood-pressure, sudden blood-pressure drops from standing up, numb limbs, tingling, splotchy skin, migraines, and coldness. And, better yet, a positive diagnosis means that I could work with doctors on how to help combat these symptoms with medication or dietary changes. So, for those of you wondering why I would wish to have POTS, it’s because it would finally put a label on a group of symptoms that I had previously attributed to EDS and had scratched off as being impossible to treat.
So… yeah. Just a note.
(I seriously called up my mum after I researched POTS, though, because I was so excited that it may be what I have and thus be treatable. I’m like, ‘The past ten years of dizziness may have an actual cause and a name!’ I mean, if I’m going to have something wrong with me, it’s nice to at least know what it is for sure. If my diagnosis is negative, it means that I’m going to have to get tested for a bajillion other things, some of which aren’t nearly as treatable or manageable as POTS.)
I’ve intentionally avoided looking into POTS because I’m kind of terrified of my heart as is, and it’s easy to mentally just attribute every weird thing to EDS now. But if those are all symptoms of POTS then…um….shit…..