and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
For the last three decades many Americans have puzzled over a system that gives an R to a movie in which a women is carved up by a chainsaw and an NC-17 to one that shows a woman sexually pleasured. From such ratings one might conclude that sexual violence against women is OK for American teenagers to see, but that they must be 18 to see consensual sex. What message does this send to the kids the MPAA presumably means to protect?
I think a better definition of ‘flashback’ needs to be made.
It doesn’t have to be a visual memory. It can be auditory - the sound of a door slamming as an example - or even just a body memory. Like, your body just feels something that’s psychosomatic.
It doesn’t even have to hit you immediately. I want to communicate this because for the longest time, I didn’t think I was being triggered, even though I would feel like crap because I wouldn’t have a panic attack.
Basically, flashbacks are anything that brings you and/or your body back to the time of trauma. It doesn’t have to be conscious, and you don’t have to realize, “Oh, this is happening because of the trauma.” Just like serious nightmares don’t have to be the kind that wake you up crying in the middle of the night.
It is all about the money — the only reason dolphins are kept in captivity today is not for education, not for conservation, and not for science. If people did not pay to go see dolphins, dolphins would not be enslaved. There are plenty of alternative ways to enjoy the REAL ocean and wild dolphins without buying a ticket to see dolphins do dumb tricks that have nothing to do with their real lives.
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
don’t tell me “consent is sexy”
don’t you dare fetishize my inherent rights
i don’t care if it’s “sexy” or not, it is, above all, vital and necessary
there is nothing about my sexual freedom that needs to be made more appealing to you, my partners, or anyone by a catchy-ass slogan
have you ever stayed up late with someone texting or chatting and known as the hours ticked by that you’d be ridiculously tired in the morning but it didnt matter because it was really fun and totally worth losing sleep over just to laugh with someone and enjoy their company maybe and then the next day you keep tiredly recalling how much fun it was while you’re falling asleep in class and that makes it not so bad that you’re tired anymore