I get on trains and I get off them again slightly further away, I smoke while I walk and wonder who else thinks they should quit. I get to work just a bit too early and sit at my desk...and I think.
And in a thought that I was thinking I thought well maybe I should write down what I think.
Thank you Ellen for showing us once again how to react to homophobia with class and humour.
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Her wit backfired and created one of the greatest awards show moments ever.
You just got hit on by the original Batman Movie Joker… How do you feel???
Images of broken light
I don’t normally reblog photosets, but I really do love this 100%.
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I believe that the wide spread accessibility of pornography via the internet has been detrimental to society in that it has put large expectations of performance and appearance (including appearance of pubic hair, penis size etc.) on both male and females. Sex should be natural and is intense enough without wondering if you are doing it right/look right.
The main issue I have with women saying that porn is disrespectful, is that, one, it is totally subjective and two, they cannot understand the relationship a man has with sex as it is so different to most women’s relationship with it. Women, due to hormone releases feel an emotional attachment that men do not when they orgasm. This gives men the power with sex. Everyone creates an attachment with people based on time, if you spend a lot of time with someone, even someone who you don’t really admire or enjoy the company of, your brain will crave them and effectively miss them, therefore women simply need to withhold sex in order to have the same effect on men, restoring the balance of power.
Yes, I use porn (as it were). Yes, it has expanded my knowledge of what I like but it has not as far as I am aware manipulated me into liking anything new. Obviously due to our mirror neurons and the fact that we are constantly learning to do whatever we are doing, better, I will have been sexually and otherwise conditioned to using porn. There was a time when I watched porn and felt nothing. I can remember the first time I watched it voyeuristicly the first time I imagined I was there and empathized with someone I was watching. Now I am used to watching porn as a means to an end, but this can mean a variety of things. I might watch porn because a woman has an amazing body, or just to see sex, or as some sort of fantasy fix. I watch certain things in porn that I would in no way like done to me. A friend grabbed me by the throat once when we were in a night club, in a mock sexual way, and I felt so turned on, so really, that was something for me that has influenced my sex life more than porn.
I don’t watch tv at all, or listen to the radio, or read newspapers/magazines. I think everything portrayed to us by the media is a load of bollocks, and in order to give my brain a break and not constantly battle the conditioning and stereotypical, illogical expediencies thrown at us by the media I avoid it at all costs. I don’t listen to pop music for the same reasons. I believe everyone has the capacity to be the best they can be, not many people actually achieve even tapping into this level of consciousness though (based on the theory of the 4 levels of consciousness). I appreciate being respected for what I can achieve and equality allowing me to prove myself in the first place, however, I have to say that I believe feminism is a load of bollocks, another pseudo-cult meant to empower people by causing hate and resentment. Nelson Mandela hit the nail on the head, you don’t get revenge from your oppressors, you prove them wrong by embracing them. If only we gave men back the right to their manhood, women would have the choice to do well, rather than just standing around preaching that they deserve it.
I respect myself a lot, I believe I deserve a lot and I believe I will achieve a lot. I have mirrored and conditioned myself to be rational and strong willed, to learn every day and to change my opinions and beliefs based on new and relevant information that I find. I think men have a lot of admirable traits, and (all this is generalised of course) they have some downfalls as well. The traits I admire in men, I have tried to gain myself (like rationality). Women are emotional and illogical. It’s in the hormones it is actually harder for a female to be successful/intelligent than it is for a man. This is not some great injustice, this is simply our scientific make-up.
I think that if people are selfish for liking variety in sex, then the same must be said for food. Of course gluttony is there, but everyone knows that a roast dinner is made up of many different foods.
I knew coming home would be hard but I had not taken into consideration all of the aspects of my life that are beyond my control. Watching my idilic happy family fall apart has never been something I could have imagined happening. I have never feared for my parents happiness, I have seen mz parents suffer in the past, a lot of the time due to me, sometimes due to death of loved ones or money issues. Accepting that I have, and can have no control over the situation was my first hurdle. I think I was under the impression that after a good chat with both of my parents we could sort out all the confusion and go back to happy families. A hard realisation was that maybe things were only happy families for me, and hopefully my sister too. Maybe my parents were not truly happy. The mess that has ensued over the last 3 weeks is indescribable, the pain I have witnessed, the mess that lust and a lack of communication can cause. It is not my place to feel bad, or suffer, it is hard, but it is hardest for my parents, it is their futures hanging in the balance.
My main reason for coming home from my happy life in New Zealand was my wonderful family. Living apart from them, happy or not, is the hardest thing I have ever done. I figured, if I can build a happy life here, I can build a happy life back in England, I have enough confidence in myself after the last few years to have faith in myself and whatever unfathomable cosmic powers may be on my side. Coming home to a broken and suffering home was a slight spanner in the works for this plan. Leaving a boyfriend, and beautiful friends who have become my chosen family on the other side of the world caused me to resent my parents who kissed me onto a plane a year earlier, smiling and telling me that nothing really changes in a year. It is like that part in the film you love, the part where someone makes a bad choice, or gets into the wrong car, or signs with the wrong record label, and with hindsight I now look at our smiling, faithful faces and I know the truth, that nothing is the same now, it is gone and it is impossible to get back. Death makes me feel this way, the tragedy of times that will never be the same, faith in something, in this case, marriage. In the ability to make things work forever, in the words ‘for better, for worse’, what do they mean to me now?
The question I was struggling with during my year abroad was this, do I really want to be here? Can I live without all that I love on the other side of the world. I eventually decided, no, I cannot, and three months later I made my way home to a very distorted version of a happy memory. I keep telling myself that I just need to give myself time, but I already find my mind is wandering off to the sunnier side of the world, asking me a very familiar question, only it is aimed in the opposite direction. Can I live without all that I have given up? Is it too early to tell? How long should I wait? Am I just being stubborn, or should I be listening to the guilty voice in my head telling me that I don’t even want to get used to life over here, it’s not the life I want.
Picking up my latest car. West coast from queenstown to Christchurch now via Greymouth. Backpacker selfie wut wut
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Ian Somerhalder being photobombed by Neil Patrick Harris
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