“We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.”—Madeleine L’Engle (via commongrnd)
tbh i appreciate that people want to suggest healthier bdsm-related erotica but honestly i don’t think we should be culturally normalizing bdsm because even our baseline cultural conception of sexuality is already overwhelmingly infused with violence and control
and i just really don’t want to hear about or see anything related to male doms and female subs, ever, like ever
i respect your right to enjoy what you enjoy in the bedroom and i actually do think individual people can engage in bdsm in safe and relatively emotionally healthy ways, but it just isn’t possible to delineate between that and coercion, violence, and abuse on a macro, cultural level
i do not want to see men dominating women portrayed as a representation of healthy human sexuality ever
so for those of y’all who are new, cat parsleytheherblion is one of the incandescent queerplatonic loves of my life, and so long as the Atlantic Ocean insists on existing you will all have to put up with my sappy posts about how much I miss her.
as cool as it is to have a close group of friends on tumblr, i want to make that one friend that i can talk to about anything and we become best friends and send each other cute messages and things in the mail and all that good stuff. then one day we eventually get to meet and it’s like some scene from a movie where we slowly run at each other in the middle of the airport and hug.
Supermodel Andreja Pejic, known in the fashion industry for her stunning and often androgynous modeling of both men’s and women’s clothing, has come out as a transgender woman.
Pejic says she will only model women’s clothing from now on, and reportedly has the full support of her friends, family and agency.
Pejic said in a statement, “To all trans youth out there, I would like to say respect yourself and be proud of who you are. All human beings deserve equal treatment no matter their gender identity or sexuality. To be perceived as what you say you are is a basic human right.”
She also told Style.com, “I figured out who I was very early on—actually, at the age of 13, with the help of the Internet—so I knew that a transition, becoming a woman, was always something I needed to do. But it wasn’t possible at the time, and I put it off, and androgyny became a way of expressing my femininity without having to explain myself to people too much.”
Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger.
But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile.
”—Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (via yesyes)
“They guillotined Charlotte Corday and they said Marat is dead. No. Marat is not dead. Put him in the Pantheon or throw him in the sewar, it doesn’t matter - he’s back the next day. He’s reborn in the man who has no job, in the woman who has no bread, in the girl who has to sell her body, in the child who hasn’t learned to read; he’s reborn in the garrets of Rouen; he’s reborn in the basements of Lille; he’s reborn in the unheated tenement, in the wretched mattress without blankets, in the unemployed, in the proletariat, in the brothel, in the jailhouse, in your laws that show no pity, in your schools that give no future, and he reappears in all that is ignorance and he recreates himself from all that is darkness. Oh, beware, human society; you cannot kill Marat until you have killed the misery of poverty.”—Victor Hugo (via bunniesandbeheadings)