Lucrezia Borgia + yellow
"Готика и стимпанк"Модель: Катерина Баумгертнер /Model: Katerina Baumgertner
- from Sophocles’ Oedipus Tyrannus, predicting the future meme of “let me explain you a thing” (literally: “firstly, hear this thing itself from me, now, that I will say”)
have you ever been sexually attracted to a voice
Musical theatre fandom:
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.
You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.
As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.”—
Astrid Bergès-Frisbey and Clémence Poésy |Ephemeral boutique, Tokyo, 24th March 2012
here are some cool facts for you
- it has been proven time and again in study after study that there is no correlation between mental illness and violent behavior, except in that mentally ill people are more likely to have substance abuse problems and there is a correlation between substance abuse and violence. mental illness itself is not a risk factor for violent behavior
- yes that includes mental illnesses with psychotic features
- "In this study, the prevalence of violence among those with a major mental disorder who did not abuse substances was indistinguishable from their non-substance abusing neighbourhood controls. A concurrent substance abuse disorder doubled the risk of violence. Those with schizophrenia had the lowest occurrence of violence over the course of the year (14.8%), compared to those with a bipolar disorder (22.0%) or major depression (28.5%). Delusions were not associated with violence, even ‘threatcontrol override’ delusions that cause an individual to think that someone is out to harm them or that someone can control their thoughts." (x)
- you hear that, motherfuckers
- mentally ill people - and yeah, even (especially!) those who are sick in what you think of as The Crazy Way - are not more dangerous than people without mental illnesses. it’s not ambiguous. it’s not a matter of debate
- how then do you justify using slurs that paint mentally ill people as dangerous
- how do you justify it when mentally ill people are two and half to four times more likely to be the victims of violent crime than average
- how do you justify it when mentally ill people are at an elevated risk for domestic violence and abuse
- how do you justify it when mentally ill people are almost universally the subjects of ridicule or fearmongering in popular media
- how do you justify it when mentally ill people are massively more likely to be unemployed and/or homeless than people without mental illnesses
- how do you justify it when mentally ill people are coerced and abused by the professionals who are supposed to help them
- how do you justify it when mentally ill people are afraid to seek help at all because of social stigma
- how do you justify it when these aren’t just suspicions but observable facts
- how the FUCK do you justify it
When I started transition, almost 14 years ago, I imagined, I had this fantasy, that I would start taking hormones and in a few years, I was gonna blend in and no one would ever know that I was trans. I could just live my life undetected. And I knew a lot of trans folks like that, it was presented as the goal of transitioning.
When I realized that I wasn’t blending in effortlessly, I had to sort of to reevaluate things for myself. I had to begin to think about and I’ve begin to own this transgender thing. It became something that I had to say, "Well, this is who I am." (x)
GET TO KNOW ME MEME: [1/10] current celebrity crushes; arden cho
courfeyrac riding the same bus to his job for the past six months, consistently getting on the 6 AM pick-up and riding it all the way across town until he reaches his destination. each and every day he stands at the same bus stop right beside another man who has hair comparable to a wild dandelion and always holds his cup of coffee as if it were the only thing keeping him awake. they never speak, not once, though courfeyrac is tempted every single day more and more.
they never even share a glance, they never ask for each other’s names — the only thing that they have successfully done together is ride the bus.
until one day the only two seats available are conveniently next to each other in the single empty row and they have no choice but to shuffle to a sit beside each other. it’s terribly awkward for a good fifteen minutes with legs shifting and bags being moved here and there until they manage to look at each other at the same time and both of them blurt out introductions like they’ve sat on their tongues since the beginning
"hi i’m so sorry this has taken so long this is awkward—"
"i’m sorry if i came across wrong—"
and they find out very quickly both of them had been highly aware of each other’s presence but neither of them could bring themselves to strike up a conversation and they eventually start to talk every day