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My name is Heather, and sometimes 'Carrot Cake' but you may call me 'M'Lady'

Here I write about myself a little, what I'm doing and what I'm into.

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Although most boys figure out how to bring themselves to orgasm by age thirteen, half of girls don’t have their first orgasms until their late teens, twenties, or beyond. Teenage girls widely agree that they get the message loud and clear that masturbation is something boys do, but girls don’t, can’t, or shouldn’t. The cultural focus on intercourse tells young women to expect they’ll begin to experience sexual pleasure once they have sex with a man (whether or not they’re even interested in sex with men). Nearly all teen boys, on the other hand, experience sexual pleasure long before they get their hands—or other body parts—into a partner’s pants. Despite the massive advances in women’s equality, young women’s sexuality is stuck in a surprising paradox. Young women are sold provocative clothes but aren’t taught where to find their own clitoris. Many girls give their boyfriends oral sex, but are too uncomfortable with their own bodies to allow the guys to return the favor. It’s still a radical act to say that women need and deserve access to information about their own sexual pleasure—not just about the risks and negative consequences of sex.

Dorian Solot, I Love Female Orgasm: An Extraordinary Orgasm Guide. (via feministhistorian)

I love that book, and I lost my copy when I moved! I knew this sounded familiar.

(via kateordie)

↵ Originally from feministhistorian

↵ Reblogged from kateordie

frumples:

this is my “bad things happen to good people” post

i’ve been thinking about people that inspire / intrigue me - ‘heroes’ for lack of a better word. it’s been obvious to me for awhile that i tend to romanticise about tragedy in the lives of people who are truly amazing at what they do. would these kinds of people stand out to us if there wasn’t something that prevented them from living a full life?

or, in stephen hawking’s case, would he have accomplished more or less without his illness?

would jeff buckley have sold out to the soul-crushing artist-fucking mtv industry? (the same one that tried so hard to ruin michael jackson’s life)

if he were still alive, would he have put out a record that i didn’t like?

sometimes i wish for more drama in my life, but i know that these people didn’t have a choice.

the following quote from bill hicks never fails to give me shivers -

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.”

And we … kill those people. “Shut him up! I’ve got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn’t matter, because it’s just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.

Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”

↵ Originally from frumples

↵ Reblogged from mrsquiggle

# a choice between fear and love

witchesandslippersandhoods:

“And you know, the fact is, nobody knew that they were prosthetic legs. They were the star of the show - these wooden boots peeking out from under this raffia dress - but in fact, they were actually legs made for me.”

Aimee Mullins, on her look in the Alexander McQueen S/S 1999 show.

↵ Originally from witchesandslippersandhoods

↵ Reblogged from rawbones

Mum is doing a cryptic crossword

Me: I got an email from BEST PENIS the other day
Mum: *laughs*
Pause
Mum: *reads out next clue* a gifted expert
Me: a sexpert!
Mum: alright alright, get off the penis

out of context quotes

ccake: I KNOW

I started just using the toilet constantly to get it dirty

HParv: there's medication for that

ccake: HAHHAHA

kateordie:

Ohhhh my. I think I broke a sweat.

(Source: didyoublush)

↵ Originally from didyoublush

↵ Reblogged from kateordie

# she is SUCH a babe

I probably post this every Australia Day but it’s still brilliant - Babakiueria

(Source: youtube.com)

rumoko:

Regrety: H&M ‘steal’ artists work, claim ‘inspiration’. They are ‘investigating’ now, only after being publicly outed as douches.

As with Ocean Marketing’s recent PR nightmare - the first ‘private’ response (to the individual) is the telling one. H&M failed that test.

↵ Reblogged from rumoko

# h&m

# copyright

# pr

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r0bertbrowniejr:

Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.

She explained to him in the store that they were…

This is so Quinn! I’ve gone out of my way since he was born to give him all the space I safely can to try everything and to explore his world and it’s various aesthetics freely. His tastes naturally vary wildly, of course (as every kid’s would when left to their own devices, I believe). I’d say 70% of the time he veers toward the stereotypical “male” things, but he also likes what he calls “beautiful” things, like flowers, unicorns, sequins and glitter. And who can blame him, right? Shiny shit is great! I never suggest or voice any kind of personal opinion either way, except to join him in being pumped about what he chooses for himself. I consider it my #1 job as a mother to be pumped, boundaries and discipline second.

We live in a very progressive/liberal area, but I still sometimes get a little worried (just deep inside my own self) that the kids at his preschool will make fun of him for some of his choices. I’ve even thought about the way the conversation would go sometimes. Like his currently pink glitter painted toenails, for example, or the winter gloves he picked for himself- covered in red glitter lip prints with “I LUV U” written across the cuffs. But then he actually gets to school and all the kids just think he’s the best, you know, because he is. It will get more complicated as he gets older, I know that. I’m relieved and happy, though, that he’ll at least have the first five years of his life free to explore himself without gender policing— at home or at school.

Raising Quinn in this way, which seems like such a small no brainer of a thing, has also had an effect on my mother (who once called me- less than affectionately- a “misguided gender radical” because I gave him a gender neutral name on purpose). She recently took him out shopping and offered to buy him a toy, and he chose a pink and purple plastic shopping basket of play food. She told me her first instinct was to prompt him toward the red and blue one that was also for sale instead, but then she thought about how “silly that was” and didn’t say a word. One family at a time!

my heart feels good