Punishment Room (Kon Ichikawa, 1956)

transparent space mermaid ouo

Tumblr social justice: spreading the world apart instead of bringing us together, one group at a time.

I don’t normally post long serious things like this but, having been attacked myself over so-called cultural appropriation, I feel a bit strongly about it. (That isn’t to say that I in any way support the use of traditional clothing used by any person in a way to mock said culture)

Cotton Fingers package

36 ladytime objects

i refuse to call me period anything other than moonsickness now

We are in fact werewolves

Fun fact: Native Americans used to call it “moontime”. (And I’ve been calling it that ever since I learned the phrase, because it sounds so much better.)

Tribes had ‘Moon Lodges’ and a woman would go into and stay in the lodge until her moon time has passed. During her time in the moon lodge, the elder women would teach her medicine, herbs, ceremonies, rites, prayers and on. Teachings were handed down to her.

The women, at this time, were expected to rest and not perform any chores and she was taken care of by the elder women of the tribe. No cooking, cleaning or lifting. This was a time for the woman to learn and nurture herself and to also embrace her womanhood.

A woman’s moon time was never looked down upon; there was no negativity put on it. The men respected and revered her. The men also cooked and took care of the children at this time, which was a wonderful time of bonding between a father and their children. It was a time of love and respect.

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man the native americans had it all proper sorted until white people happened why do we have 2 fuck everything up

Black Elk (via thecalminside)

all people, goth or otherwise, are permitted to pose with my grave

Maat, Egyptian Goddess of Truth by Veronica Leandrez

Keep you heart light #maat #rbg

I feel that there are some questions I would not be able to escape from if they were intentionally, carefully asked. Sometimes the right kind of questions are the worst possible questions, and that is why just the thought of them are so intimidating to me. I experience both anxiety…

And these, my friends, are precisely the kinds of questions I yearn to be asked. The things which probe into the darkest, most hidden corners of my mind.

You see, I want to unravel. It is a deep, pressing ache. I want— no, I need you, with a pure, perfect desperation, to penetrate me to the very core of my being. I want to dissolve, in, and with and through you until nothing remains but that which can never be destroyed.

Because ~it~ is everything. And I am everything. I just need you to help remind me.

A question then, dawn-steals-the-night: Why live? Go.

Why live? Why indeed…

I have struggled with this puzzle since the moment of my conception, trying to fit all the pieces back together through both incomprehensible highs of ecstatic wonder and through a fathomless abyss of unrelenting anguish. And as I inconsolably howl and violently thrash through these merciless cycles of creation-annihilation-resurrection I must admit that there are still times I plunge deeper into an infernal pit of despair than I imagined possible. And there are moments I descend even further, more profoundly into what seems at times a vast and unyielding wasteland of numbness. There are still times when I ask myself, "Why live?" And I cannot for the life of me pluck an answer from this web of creation even though I try with all of my heart.

But even in my darkest moments, the Piper always comes to lead me back into illumination, whispering sweetly in my ear as he gently lifts the blindfold from my eyes and loosens my bonds allowing light and depth and colour and feeling to return. Once again restoring me back to this very life. And in these moments of inspiration and revelation I am able to see far beyond the walls of the tower I oftentimes find myself trapped inside, into realms of truth and beauty and awe inspiring wonder.

And so you ask me why live?

There are many answers I could give and what is true for me as with many things in life can only belong to me and may very well taste of bitterness and defeat to another. As I grapple day to day with the often draining monotony of life, horror at what my fellow humans are capable of doing to one another and a sorrow that at times reaches right through me leaving me to claw at the bindings of my own flesh, in order to find relief I must constantly remind myself that always there is hope and there are things that are always worth surrendering to:

To experience: To cry, to shout, to be enraged, or terrified. To play, to feel intoxicated or enraptured, or ensnared by a thought, a person, or an emotion. To laugh and giggle, squeal and shriek uncontrollably. To feel the rain as it trickles down your face and washes everything clean, to dive into a frigid lake and stare in awe at the aurorae as they paint magical rainbows across the sky, or to taste the cold purity of a snowflake and know the deep silence of a frozen winter landscape as it glimmers in the starlight. To pull someone near, taste the salt of their skin, the heat of desire and the flames of their passion, or to pull them close to wipe away their tears, to kiss away their pain and rage, or simply just to let them know that someone else is there.

To connect, and reconnect: to openly share and appreciate the world and humanity. Because despite the horror of it all, I truly believe there can be something better, if we learn to work together. That it is worth it to reach out and engage with our surroundings and with one another even if it means we have to take a chance with our hearts. In a world where we have attached so much shame to expressive emotion it takes greater strength and determination to allow for vulnerability than it does to be an impenetrable fortress and ever, I endeavour to surrender to this openness and reclaim it as my strength.

In moments of my despondency, coldalbion, you have been the one to remind me that I am truly never alone. If there was something I could do to weave a web of interconnection around every single soul who has ever felt as I so utterly, desperately alone as often as I have I would give my everything. Because I, who am blessed to be connected in ways most people can’t even begin to imagine know this thing is true, that we are never alone. Even if I sometimes need reminding. And I wish with all of my heart everyone could feel and remember that we are all intertwined with one another, that this world is one great ecosystem of which we are each inseparable pieces whether we recognize it or not and the whole system relies on each and every one of us to play our part whatever that part may be. Even the trickster is only conspiring to wake us all up. There is room for everyone here.

And above and beyond all of this, my reason to live is always, always this:

To Love. Purely, passionately, unceasingly. To love and to learn to love with a completeness of my being that would terrify even the gods in all of their infinite wonder. To wrap my arms around myself, my friends, strangers, lovers, and give all of myself over completely to the ecstasy of that love, allowing it to flow infinitely out over all of creation and back again in one unending circle.

This is so badass.

Zeus took fuck, marry, kill way too seriously

"IT’S ‘FUCK, MARRY, OR KILL!’ ‘OR!’ NOT ‘AND!’ WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”

— Hades at some point probably

I laughed way too hard at this.

Love Letters to Creation: Candy Coated Lies

She remembered every line, the cracks in his forked tongue as he spoon fed her candy coated lies, wrapped in yet another layer of high fructose corn syrup and sprinkled in sugar. How he seemed to think it would nourish her enough she would remain willing and supple in her slavery.

She was starving in her subservience.

His words were serpentine, slithering their way around her chest, squeezing every last breath from already desolate lungs.

And she remembered:

She was a child again. On her knees. An act of prayer to a god that had abandoned her to the desolation of her heart, long before the beginning of time.

(Just as willing a slave.)

This was a different serpent than the one who taught Eve to embrace her power and her sensuality. Here was the snake that rewrote the original story and hid its truth.

Her truth.

This was the serpent that had fed her lies stripping her of her intrinsic divinity, her potential to create.

He had forgotten that it was her strength, courage, individuality, and the terrifying rage that oozed through fractures in her soul that fuelled his desire to possess her. He had forgotten that shackling her was an act of suppression that ripped all he desired from her, leaving them both bereft and impotent. 

Nusunku

Her eyes a sunrise, light enters my soul each day; I awake anew.

I built a temple out of tears. Can you see it? It glistens in the moonlight, a monument to each and every soul who has ever felt themselves choking upon their own. If you are impeccably silent, you might hear its gentle waves. They echo unceasingly through the halls of space and time, trying to wash away each shard of sorrow ever poured forth from the heart of creation.

Now I am drifting. Spiralling down through this fathomless sea of grief. I pray one day I will see you again my friend. Perhaps one day, this madness will lift and I will no longer be called to serve the dark goddess of the deep. Perhaps one day…

The Best Birth Control In The World Is For Men by Jon Clinkenbeard

If I were going to describe the perfect contraceptive, it would go something like this: no babies, no latex, no daily pill to remember, no hormones to interfere with mood or sex drive, no negative health effects whatsoever, and 100 percent effectiveness. The funny thing is, something like that currently exists.

The procedure called RISUG in India (reversible inhibition of sperm under guidance) takes about 15 minutes with a doctor, is effective after about three days, and lasts for 10 or more years…

Oh, and when you do decide you want those babies, it only takes one other injection of water and baking soda to flush out the gel, and within two to three months, you’ve got all your healthy sperm again.

The trouble is, most people don’t even know this exists. And if men only need one super-cheap shot every 10 years or more, that’s not something that gets big pharmaceutical companies all fired up, because they’ll make zero money on it (even if it might have the side benefit of, you know, destroying HIV).

signal boost 

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can this replace the normal contraception methods we have pls

This has existed for YEARS. They ran an article about it in WIRED magizine but I don’t think anyone read it .-.

Maybe more reblogs then?  Up to a million at least.  We have this technology to get the word out and change the world.

Of course, there is still the whole ‘spreading of sexual diseases’ problem, which is one of the main reasons why condoms are still flogged more than any other contraceptive, because they prevent that too.