Childofher

Peace can be a terror when you have never known it before.

Moments passed, and nothing happened, and nothing happened. The safety promised by the embrace blurred the line between the body and the spirit, and her heart and her soul both ached as one. She could scream now, and she did, relentlessly, wordlessly, a cry of hurt and terror, of discovery and loss.

What a waste it all had been. She had done everything expected of her, she had stayed so cautiously within the borders of girlhood, of propriety, of safety. All for nothing.

In the end, there was just no way to be careful enough.

And With Her Went the Spring

by CAROLINE RATAJSKI

when you haven’t prayed in a while

Watching women fight in MMA is always slightly ridiculous when you know any average male fighter would wipe the floor with them in seconds.

i don’t know what i’m trying to see here but it’s certainly something

you can resort to namecalling or whatever but the bottom line is that nobody has managed to produce an argument as to why biological sex isn’t a social construct that’s remotely coherent, nevermind convincing. your attitudes towards people who don’t fit your criteria for being male or female – whether they’re intersex, trans, or just people who’s sex characteristics in any way deviate from your anatomy textbooks – make it extremely clear to me that your ideology is more important to you than actual human beings. maybe get out of your echo chamber for a change and stop picking apart people’s bodies to determine whether or not you’re allowed to want to fuck them, which is really the only reason most of you care about this discussion to begin with. ugh. 

the “do you want to [thing they don’t want to do] right now, or in five minutes” method of getting a kid to do what you want genuinely hilarious, and very effective.

anyways, the two-party system is

women know hunger too well & not even in the sense of food/appetite (though that is painfully prevalent in so many of us) but hunger for identity, to be heard, desperate to be seen & then to not be seen at all, to simply be. a hunger that feels all consuming & then we end up devouring ourselves from the outside in just in order to deny our appetite for life & love. to hide our wants & desires. it aches all of the time & it’s so tiring i just want to feel full i want to feel satisfied with myself my body my existence  

if chocolate guy made it, it would look less like chocolate

A newly described burrowing frog, Synapturanus danta, from the Peruvian Amazon has a tapir-like snoot and resembles chocolate.

Photo by Germán Chávez.

to be honest, just let aphrodite in. just open yourself to her. pray naked, adore your body regardless of standards, dance whenever you feel the need to, laugh or cry without excuses or do both at the same time! allow you to love yourself and feel her inside.

out of interest I just looked up transit directions in Google maps from my parents house to my house and it told me to drive 20 minutes to a park to ride bus station, wait 6 hours, get on several different busses, then get off and order a Lyft