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Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.
I’m so glad this is a universal wondering among vagina-owners, haha.
‘Vagina-owners’
Tune in next time for: Are these menstrual cramps? Am I pregnant? Is it just gas? I wouldn’t have to ask these questions if I didn’t have a damn uterus
Next week: Is it a bladder infection? An ovarian cyst? Do I have endometriosis? Oh God please do not let it be cervical cancer! A 20/20 special
Y’all are forgetting the all-time classic: Is it just my period or is my appendix about to burst? Some nice tea and a heatpack or 911 and emergency surgery?
There is actually a test for that last one!
Place your hand over the pain, press down slightly and release. If the pain doesn’t change by any great margin, you’re fine. If it suddenly becomes some painful you can barely stand, Get thee to an Emergency Room
reblog for the safety of vaginas and their owners
The appendix test works with or without a vagina so reblogging for everyone.
Love people as if they were cats, in their character and their independance, without trying to dominate them, without trying to change them, let them come when they please, be glad for their happiness.
I watched several long-form interviews, mostly from April 2016. There was the SAG-AFTRA interview when The Night Manager was about to come out in the U.S., and I’ve just finished up the BAFTA interview by Jon Neumaier.
He has to be an interviewer’s dream! He can talk for a long time without coming up short of material, ever.
He never gives terse answers. And it’s NEVER BORING*, whether it’s anecdotes about costars or former directors (or accolades for or from the same), discussing his acting craft, or talking about studying/homework for a role, or bits of his history from his early days of auditions and roles. This was a fun rabbit hole for a Sunday evening with nothing going on but a howling snowstorm outside.
*Of course, listening to that deep, mellow, soothing baritone voice doesn’t hurt. At all.
mother nature stepped in on this too because just the other week a tourist died climbing Uluru. leave it alone.
This is off-topic for my blog but here are three reasons why you shouldn’t climb Uluru:
it’s dangerous, people have died climbing it and many more have been injured.
it damages the rock, you can see where the trail is because of all the wear and because there’s obviously no bathrooms on top there’s a whole lot of rubbish, used toilet paper and tampons on top further ruining the environment for future generations.
THE TRADITIONAL OWNERS HAVE ASKED YOU NOT TOO. Imagine if people were climbing, shitting on and leaving used tampons on a site significant to you (a church, war memorial, a place of cultural significance i.e. the Louvre.
I will also add that there’s plenty of other stuff to do around there: a tour about the cultural significance of Uluru and the surrounding area, a walk around the rock and watching sunrise and sunset on the rock.
Also btw it’s called Uluru not Ayer’s Rock now.
Aboriginal elders in conjunction with the Australian government are taking away the rope that allows people to free climb and starting guided tours around the region telling people about the origin stories that make Uluru so sacred to them. They want your tourism! They want to share their stories! They do NOT want you to clamber over and damage their ancestors.
i don’t want to achieve equality by sinking to men’s level, i want them to get on ours! why should i have to unlearn the conversational art of waiting my turn, unlearn sexual self-restraint, unlearn trust in others’ good intentions, unlearn the impulse to cater to others’ needs, just to have a chance at success among savages? why can’t the men learn some fucking manners so we can all conduct our affairs in a civilized manner? i shouldn’t have to stop saying sorry, you say sorry!
In the 80s when I was in my freshman year in college, they still had entirely separate mens and women’s dorms. I was in class waiting for a final to start and one of the guys was telling someone about how he had had to go into a women’s dorm to drop something off, and he was startled to see posters on the walls, flowers, curtains, etc. He said his men’s dorm had holes in the walls, things on fire, fights, guys walking around with open wounds and he just didn’t understand why they had to live like this. He said, “I want to live with the women, in civilization.”
Am reading Sisterhood of Spies, about women working for the OSS during WWII. One of the stories mentions that the women in London had a male visitor who would eat in their mess hall once a month. He was married and wasn’t interested in hitting on any of the women; he just wanted to eat in an atmosphere where people said “Please pass the butter,” instead of “PASS THE GODDAMNED GREASE”
I dated a guy who brought me along on group activities (movies, video game night, etc.) with four or five other male friends. Once I mentioned to one of the other guys that I hoped I wasn’t intruding on their “guy time” or some such. He got this sort of rueful look and said, “The truth is, I really like it when you’re here because it gives us a reason to act better. When it’s just guys, we all have to try to outdo each other with how vile we are.”
So the moral of these stories are men don’t even treat each other like human beings.
Me to my 6-year-old son: “You seem to like playing with the girls at school more than the boys. Why do you think that is?”
6-year-old son: “Sometimes I just don’t want to be pushed. It hurts and is mean. And the girls always pretend to be princesses or fun animals and stuff when they have tea parties. The boys just dump the tea all over the place. That’s just stupid and I don’t like wasting all that tea. It takes forever to make.”
Me: “Wow, I can understand why you’d rather play with the girls. The boys seem like they’re kind of rough.”
6-year-old son: “And when I play with the girls they make me the king because none of the other boys want to play tea party.”
Me: “Do you like being the king?”
6-year-old son: “Not really – I’d rather be a wizard, but it makes Georgia and Vivian happy.”
So, @kurtsieforlife asked me if I could break-down the following gif for them because I said in another post I had some concerns about this as a blue belter in karate.
*scurries in with a neatly pile of stacked papers. Clears throat to address Loki*
First of all, eyes. Those pretty blue-green-greyish eyes… Sweety, don’t look where you are going to kick, it betrays you. Just keep eye-contact with your enemy so they don’t know what you are up to. Or, in your case, this will be deadly enough on itself because you’d let them drown in those beautiful orbs.
Secondly, that knee which leads up to that gorgeous in leather wrapped thigh. You’re doing fine by lifting up your knee high enough but the angle of the kick is… incorrect. This kick would only double over your enemy and send him backward in a straight line, not upwards to the wall. If you are going to kick someone to make him fly upward you should be kicking from a lower angle. Like, from the floor, crouched on one leg and kicking up with the other. I don’t think we would have survived that though…
Thirdly, the arms. Those strong and finely sculpted arms (which we know of, yes) covered in those magnificent golden bracers. Keep those arms close to yourself in front of your torso instead of flinging them outwards. It will leave you exposed. Had your enemy been able to withstand that kick your torso and face would be open for an attack. Good thing it was just a weakly Human who was clearly gun-trained and not a ring-fighter.
Fourthly, your leg. That long, long, loooong, loooo… … *stares and drools* … damnit! Focus StarScreamLoki! Where was I? Oh, right! That looooong leg. Just before the moment of your foot colliding with the Human he is already staggering backward (hey, stunt people, don’t pull that rope so soon on the Human, Loki barely made contact). Anyway, if you are going to hurt your enemy and either punch or kick them, just remind this rule: you’re not going to kick/punch against them but through them. Ah well, I think your godly powers made up for that.
But, since I’m also someone who like positive encouragement, here are some things you are doing great:
Face; instill fear in your enemies by scowling menacing and angry at them. 11 out of 10 points. (Mark me down as scared and horny)
The scepter: You held on to that thing. Most people would open their hands just to get some extra balance when they are standing on one leg.
Hair flip; just… gorgeous. Those lustrous, black, spiky locks that are going in every direction. Hng.
No killing; very much kudos on this one, I would just have impaled the pathetic human with that sharp scepter.
Foot; kicking with the sole of your foot and not your toes. Very good, otherwise you’d break them and we don’t want that. Although, it gives me a reason to have you in a sick-bed and care for you…
Coat; the lose flaps of your coat that flying around you like you are a dancer. Very elegant. Just that you’re about to hurt someone doesn’t mean you can’t look good while doing so.
Throat; a little exposed but combined with that hair-flip we get a tremendous view on that very lick-able, suck-able and nibble-able throat of yours.
That was it I think… *throws essay out*
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I have to run for my life now because I’m not sure Loki would do well with this critic… *bolts*
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