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@vera-king-hrfl holy fuck dude - mega ideas for HotN costume ball perhaps...the amount of funds that went into these could pay off quite a few of my bills I believe...but they are fucking gorgeous

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How to Ride a Werewolf

Now remember, a lady rides sidesaddle, NOT astride. Your mother would be in hysterics at the very idea that a daughter of hers would ride a werewolf astride! Why, next you’ll be showing ankle…

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“Glycines” (“Wisteria”) dog collar by Philippe Wolfers, 1902, with plique à jour enamel, carved tourmalines and opals, rubies, garnets and Baroque pearls at Christie’s Geneva, May 18, 2016

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(MAG168) i love martin he's ridiculous

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The first asexual person I met outside of the internet was a 65 year old woman.

I’d been interning with her as an artist/executive assistant for some time. To put a long story short she’d developed a tremor that kept her from doing a certain amount of studio work, so in between sending emails and invoices for her I’d chip in and help with line art or drafting on longer projects. A lot of it was the two of us sitting in her basement studio, doing our own thing, waiting for the phone to ring. We got to talking a lot. I’d just moved across the country and was still finding my footing.

There was a handyman she had over occasionally — he was a personal friend who enjoyed her company more than she enjoyed his. She didn’t dislike him by any means, but he definitely had feelings for her that she didn’t reciprocate. One day, after he’d come over to repair something-or-other and left, she and I started talking about relationships.

She asked if I had a boyfriend. I told her I wasn’t interested in being in a relationship with anyone and that I’d never had a desire to be in a relationship. Admittedly, I was bracing for the “You’ll meet the right person someday” response. I knew it generally came from a place of care, but it never changed how much I dreaded to hear it. I really respected my mentor and I was prepared to nod along to whatever response she gave me. Instead of anything I expected her to say, she just kind of nodded and said, “Me neither. I think I’m — what’s the term — asexual?”

I was ecstatic. I told her I was asexual, too. I saw her sigh in relief, the same way I did. I couldn’t believe it.

We didn’t get much work done that day, we just started talking about our experiences. She’d been married once when she was younger and even during that period of her life her disinterest in a sexual relationship didn’t change. She had a roommate after graduating college who confessed to having feelings for her and she had to tell her “It’s not that I don’t like girls, it’s that I don’t like anybody.” The roommate harbored enough bitterness over this that they had to split ways. Her mother told her that she would quote “rather have a gay daughter than a daughter who didn’t fancy anyone at all” unquote.

I didn’t have nearly as many experiences as she did, but I was able to share my own for the first time. I shared how it was easier to say I was taking time to work on myself than to say I had no interest in being in a relationship. We talked about the words “You’ll meet the right person someday” and “You’ll know when you’re in love” and “Don’t worry, one day you’ll meet some guy that changes everything.” As if something was broken.

“I’ve been alive for sixty five years,” my mentor told me, “and I’ve never felt like I was missing something, even if everybody told me I was.”

Currently, my mentor lives with her parrot, her cats, and her backyard-wildlife pals in a house that she owns. She makes art and hosts community art groups and volunteers at care homes and is the most self-fulfilled woman I’ve ever met. And she loves her life. She loves the people she knows and they love her, too. If I could be half as cool as she is when I grow up, I think that’d be pretty amazing.

“Asexuality” isn’t a problem to be fixed or a phase to grow out of. Sometimes you’re fifteen and sometimes you’re sixty-five. I knew in my heart that older asexual people existed but it changed me completely to meet one. We were here before and we always will be.

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Very comforted with old crafts - spinning and weaving, but doubtless applicable to more - that there are no new mistakes I can make. People have done these crafts for millenia and will continue to do them for millenia. I manage to make a special and unique one-time-only mistake? Not likely!

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the thing about having Globes (be they boobs or butt or any other mighty mounds), is you must occasionally, while walking around naked, cup them in the palms of your hand and give them a good JIGGLE, like Justice balancing her scales

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It recently came to my attention that a lot of people, even those who frequently use condoms, don't know that you need to pinch the tip when you put one on or don't know why!

Leaving air in the tip will cause it to expand (and maybe break) when ejaculation happens. Also, air in the condom makes it more likely for the ejaculation to push the air down the condom and make it slip off.

Share to save someone from a condom breakage!

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There is no autism that makes white people unable to understand racism and when they're being racist. Please. Be serious with yourself and us.

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Me, meal prepping: wow so efficient so healthy so convenient so yummy :)

Me the second I have to eat meal-prepped food: well may be I don want that >:(

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the werewolf essay I'm on now points out that trial transcripts from witch hunts aren't really a good reflection of the popular culture's concept of witches and werewolves, because the confessions tend to be led by what the judges etc. want to hear (especially in cases where confessions are extracted under torture) & what the judges want to hear is based on theological and scholarly discussion, not popular folklore. Which makes sense! But what cracks me up is that the author then points out that a better source of popular culture is in records of slander cases. Which also makes sense! because these are allegations made by everyday people against everyday people, across a pretty broad cross-section of society. so I guess if you really want to know about what people believed you need to read about the kinds of insults and slanging matches they had, and I think that's perfectly delightful

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