Bodies are hairy. No matter the gender, your face will have hair and that is more than okay.
Your butthole is going to have some hair too. And maybe your nipples. And your tummy. And where ever else.
Stretch marks. Those are a thing. Everyone gets ‘em. If you don’t, you probably don’t have skin.
Vaginas smell. Every vagina has a scent. Don’t worry about it! (Unless something seems wrong, then go get it checked out! No need to feel embarrassed or ashamed.)
Vaginas come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, flavors. All are beautiful.
Penises come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, flavors. All are beautiful.
You don’t need to shave anything if you don’t want to. It’s tooootally not mandatory.
Sometimes people get butt acne.
You can have a vagina and want short hair and think dresses are just the worst.
You can have a penis and want long hair and think dresses are just the best.
You can wear whatever you want and style your hair however you want.
You can even think whatever the hell you want.
People might tell you that you are a girl because you have a vagina. People might tell you that you are a boy because you have a penis. People will tell you what your gender is. But in reality, you don’t have to be that gender. You don’t have to be either of those genders.
You are what you are and it’s just the worst thing if you try and hide that.
“Not being assaulted is not a privilege to be earned through the judicious application of personal safety strategies. A woman should be able to walk down the street at 4 in the morning in nothing but her socks, blind drunk, without being assaulted, and I, for one, am not going to do anything to imply that she is in any way responsible for her own assault if she fails to Adequately Protect Herself. Men aren’t helpless dick-driven maniacs who can’t help raping a vulnerable woman. It disrespects EVERYONE.”—
The only thing I have found to help with the ribs is osteopathic manipulation. Mine sub-lux everytime I laugh hard…the lower ones aren’t so bad for me, but when the ones under a shoulder go, I can’t breathe or use the arm on that side. Good luck!
I have no idea what that is, but I’ll look it up, thank you. And OW. That must suck!
I wake up at 6:30 every morning, like fucking clockwork. I take my pills. I go back to bed for a few minutes, get up again and begin getting both children ready for school. 6:30 comes and I sluggishly attempt to roll my sorry ass out of bed. My pain levels have been astronomical lately. Despite my breakthrough pain medication having been upped yet again, my spinal pain is the equivalent of having St. Elmo’s fire running through it and my feet feel like every tendon left in them is tearing. But this morning I had something new.
In my attempt to roll over I was seized ( there’s no other word for it ) with a splitting stabbing ungodly sharp pain in my side. What in the fucking hell. I cannot roll over. I cannot stand up. I literally fall out of bed, having been struck helpless by this pain, and to the ground. It takes me til almost 7 to get up and get into the kitchen to take my medication. It hurts to breathe. Finally it dawns on me that it’s my ribs. A closer inspection reveals that one of my lower ribs is not where it should be.
I dislocate all the time. My ankles and elbows and knees are hardly ever IN place, but this is new. I’ve never popped a rib. I have no idea how to un-pop a rib. I can’t begin to press on it, it hurts way too much. Because I am ungodly stubborn, I manage to get everyone ready, get my son to school. He has an assembly, he is student of the month. I intend to be there. But since I have a little time, I decide to take my daughter and I out for coffee before I go. I attempt to pull my car back out of it’s spot, and the engine stalls and dies. Car just stops. I turn it off, turn it back on, try again. Same thing. My daughter, who seems to be under the impression that I have some control over my vehicle outside of steering it, begins screaming at me. Because things don’t suck enough. I turn the car back on and let it run for minute, then pull out. It finally works.
Much like my rib, I have no idea how to fix the car. Is it the alternator? It’s been hard starting for a month. Will I be able to get her to school now?? Pick her up? I need car to keep working until school is out. Then if it must break, it can break, bu not right now. We go get coffee. By the time I get to the school for the assembly, I am in agony. Its obvious to everyone around me. I am clutching my side and begging god to let me die. Finally in an act of desperation, I let myself fall backwards against the wall behind me and then to the ground on my butt. Everyone stares. My daughter loudly announces that she doesn’t know what’s wrong with my brain. I don’t care. It works.
The rib goes back where it belongs but now I’ve hurt my back even worse. I get the car back home and break my fast acting morphine into chunks, down extra ibuprofen and inhale it. I can’t wait any longer.
I’m very tired. Also, if anyone has any suggestions on how to relocate ribs that don’t involve moshing, I’d love to hear them.
Sext: We are both wizened and content, and sit on our rocking chairs while watching the sun dip below the flat reddish horizon. Our love is strong and our lives complete. The land before us is a large plane of golden yellows and deep, bright reds, all intertwining and vibrantly changing under the sun. You stop to ask me why it's getting warmer at sunset, and isn't it beautiful, and was our land always this colorful? And I reply that no, it wasn't, the prairie is on fire, we should probably run
Sext response: I grab your hand as the sky grows ever redder, the spreading realization that it is not a prairie fire and is, in fact, the final fire, burning in my veins. As your flesh begins to melt, I pop your eyeball back in with my tongue and whisper ” Hey..thanks for all the sexts. “
Sext: I watch you writhe under me under bright lights, and listen to your voice as I plunge my instrument into you. Your voice is breathy to start, and then increasing in force and pitch. Soon you're screaming. I mean, literally screaming. Wait a minute, nurse, I think we forgot to give this one anesthesia
Sext: I am nervous on our first date, and so I shakily stretch out a limb to touch your hand in the darkness of a movie theater. You turn and smile, so I stretch out another. And then another. And another. And another. Your eyes widen and you start to scream but it is too late mortal, I am Cthulhu and your soul is now mine
These are my questions to answer from the last post. Any of my followers can look and tell me their answers, I’m quite interested. Tag me in your answer post :)
Rule 1: Post the rules
Rule 2: Answer my questions and then create 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post.
Rule 4: Let them know you tagged them.
so here are my questions
1. what do you remember your first favorite band to be? Oh that’s easy. U2 was my very first favorite band, back when I was a wee little thing.
2. Favorite wall in your room? I’m not sure I have one.
3. Favorite thing in your room? My bed. I pretty much live there. Unless you count my laptop. Which I pretty much also live on.
4. something that made you laugh today? Reading a review of a Schwan’s tamale in which the people complained that the outer husk was completely inedible. I have since decided that stupid people henceforth will be known as husk eaters.
5. Something that made you sad? My pain levels have been off the charts for a week.
6. favorite character from fav book/movie/show? I really can’t narrow these down. I have so very many. I’ll say Johnny Truant for now.
7.favorite food? Again..narrowing down. I make pretty damn good fried chicken. Samoa ice cream. The Oh’s roll from our local teppanyaki place.
8. Thing you do when your sad? Music.
9. best friends name? This is a difficult question. I don’t really have one right now. I suppose Arlo is pretty close tho.
10. How did you meet them? Online.
11.wanna be friends? Of corpse.
I will tag some people but I am far too tired and hurting to make up my own questions so you can just use these.
Many adults are put off when youngsters pose scientific questions. Children ask why the sun is yellow, or what a dream is, or how deep you can dig a hole, or when is the world’s birthday, or why we have toes. Too many teachers and parents answer with irritation or ridicule, or quickly move on to something else. Why adults should pretend to omniscience before a five-year-old, I can’t for the life of me understand. What’s wrong with admitting that you don’t know? Children soon recognize that somehow this kind of question annoys many adults. A few more experiences like this, and another child has been lost to science.
There are many better responses. If we have an idea of the answer, we could try to explain. If we don’t, we could go to the encyclopedia or the library. Or we might say to the child: “I don’t know the answer. Maybe no one knows. Maybe when you grow up, you’ll be the first to find out.”
”—Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as the Candle in The Dark (via ironfleet)