Month: April 2012

That Rebecca West quote isn’t fucking feminism. It’s degrading towards prostitutes, who are largely WOMEN. Get your feminism together.

Standard

Oh boy.

All right. I can understand where your reaction comes from. And I hate to preface this with the typical my [insert relation here] was [this disadvantaged/marginalized group here] but I have advocated for sex worker rights. I do have friends who are sex workers.

The intention of the Rebecca West quote in my opinion, was not to degrade prostitutes. It was instead to state, as I see it, that it is inappropriate and insulting to both women and prostitutes to write off feminists as prostitutes and to turn the word prostitute into an insult.

I have worked with sex workers in intellectual settings. I have extreme respect for sex workers. So, please, don’t patronize me. Especially under the anonymity of the Internet.

Gallery

The real bonds that hold someone aren’t rope or chains or leather. You can’t buy them in a sex shop or a hardware store. You can’t call them pervertibles or pass them off as arts and crafts supplies. They can’t be removed with a scissor or a key.

There’s a point where you just decide to give yourself over and that’s it. You’re bound, hand and foot. Locked away. Restrained. Vulnerable. 

Sometimes, it’s incredibly freeing. Others, it’s horribly painful. There’s moments where it tears at you so completely because you realize the true depth of it. There’s moments where that same realization fills you with such utter joy that it renders you wordless. Surrender is a strange feeling because you haven’t completely lost yourself, just the battle.

And you’re bound long before you realize you are. There are new feelings and there are ways you can no longer move. And there’s a persistent idea, a simple phrase that at the same time feels so desperately painful and so indescribably wonderful.

I’m your girl.

itmakesmewet:

lovely.

fullfrontalnerd:

catphrodite by Marcus Ranum

Gallery

THIS. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS.

If you don’t like when I reblog feminism stuff, seriously, just unfollow. There’s nothing keeping you here.

Gallery

“What did you get on your SAT?” The Southern Gentleman asked me the other day.

I sighed, “let’s please not get into this. It’s so silly. It was like three years ago.”

After some badgering, he finally got it out of me.

“Fine,” he conceded, “you have the higher score. But I still control the sex.”

We’d struck a balance of sorts.

Gallery

Everyone, please take some time to vote for her. She’s a powerhouse.

kaylasaurus:

Cecile Richards, president of Planned Parenthood, an organization that has helped countless people, is up for Time’s 100 list for 2012. She is severely down in the polls, and you can make a difference. Go vote now!

Gallery

Sometimes, he sends her to the corner to think about what she’s done.

But, she isn’t the sharpest little girl.

So sometimes that takes a while.

Gallery

Confession: My nipples aren’t horribly sensitive to light touch, but when pressure comes into play it’s an entirely different story. I’m usually entirely too sensitive for most clamps/clothespins/etc. I have a pair that work the way the ones in this picture do, so they can be adjusted, but I’m still a huge wuss about the whole thing.

Unwinding.

Standard

Well, followers, I just passed through a nasty cluster of deadlines with some great successes.

I just got back from a pretty intense session at the gym to get anything left over from this long, arduous week fully out of my system. I’m going to kick back now and watch the finale of Dance Moms which looks like it is going to be riveting.

Later this evening, I’ve got plans with friends. And, tomorrow, I leave to spend the holiday with my family and some friends from high school who I haven’t seen in a while.

Maybe I’ll write a post or two. I just feel awwwwesome.

Gallery

The struggling is all for show, really. She wants it, she asked for it by name. But when she gets what she wants, she simply can’t hold still.

She’s been told before that these things are wrong, perverse. To accept them in practice would be to accept them in principle. And she couldn’t do that. She’s a woman of principles.

And so she squirms. And she gasps. And she begs please don’t. Usually, she’s given it anyway. But, sometimes, the action stops. And she has to beg for it. Admit it. Claim it. 

She has to give it a name again. And by naming it, she makes it hers.