#Cassia;cassette

[vivvy-of-the-lake]

...I was writing this post but then Tumblr didn't save the draft and I lost everything!!! </3

I'm going to answer this rapid-fire because I feel bad about losing everything :(

Get to know me

Tagged by @trans-lykanthropie!!! <3

Tagging: @spaceyfreyja @muscatjello @puppygirlbone2 @cassia-thots @with-a-side-of-wilfey @incendiarylust @cant-ra @aki-blackwood @mommys-sapphic-lullaby AND SO MANY I'M FORGETTING!!! You don't have to do this btw, only do it if you want to!!!

Last song: I prefer albums and soundtracks over songs, but I was listening to one of my favourites earlier today - Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of the War of the Worlds which I have on CD!

(Originally here I went on a tangent about my Panasonic SA-PM71SD combination cassette deck and 5-CD changer but that'll probably be in its own post now!)

Currently reading: I like collecting books on aviation, railways, and military history, but unfortunately I'm much better at the collecting than the reading </3

However, I have been enjoying some good yuri recently!!! If you're trans then I cannot recommend Hanayome wa Motodanshi (The Bride Was a Boy) highly enough!!! Was reading through it earlier today and god damn, the feels...

(It's a certified egg-cracker but it also includes lots of helpful information about being trans and it was a very helpful resource for me when I was first questioning!!!)

Currently watching: I'm bad at watching things too, but I suppose I'm watching Season 6 of Taskmaster and enjoying that <3

Current obsession: ...I don't really feel like I have one right now - I'll typically go from obsession to obsession, in particular certain periods and events in history, but with how busy life has been I haven't really had anything to obsess over as of late.

Although I might count these cat ears as an obsession soon because I LOVE THEM SO GODDAMN MUCH

These are the ones I got and I'm wearing them as I type this - the amount of gender euphoria they grant is unbelievable O_O Just listening to the bells as I tilt my head to shake them is making me smile and feel so so so so sooooo happy!!!

[namesetc]

name ideas short for cas? (i dont know if i phrased it the right way, english isn't my first language, sorry!)

names that have cas/cass as a nickname i think you mean?

also you dont need to apologize for english not being your first language, i know it isnt easy /lh

Cassandra / Casandra

Cassondra

Cassian

Cassius

Casper

Caspian

Cassadee / Cassidy / Casidi

Cassandrea / Casondria

Cassandri

Casey / Cassie / Cassi / Cascy / Casie

Cassia / Casia / Casiah / Cassea

Cassio

Cascadia

Cascata

Casen / Casein

Casiel

Castiel

Casilda

Casilde

Casimira

Casina

Cason

Cassadina

Cassander

Casta

Caster

Castara

Castora

Casset

Cassette

Cassyette

Ericas

Farcas

Focas

Licas

Lucas

Marcas

Phocas

Zitocas

if you'd like more with a more neutral, masc or fem feel let me know!

[intotheclash]

Finalmente era partito. Ce l'aveva fatta. Era una settimana che ci rimuginava sopra. anche quando era in tutt'altre faccende affaccendato, il pensiero tornava sempre lì: al punto di partenza, o di arrivo, ciò era ancora da stabilire. Sperava e temeva, allo stesso modo. si era preso un giorno di riposo, tanto ne aveva accumulati così tanti, nel corso degli anni di servizio, che avrebbe potuto anche starsene a pancia all'aria per un bel pezzo. Era salito sulla sua ammaccata utilitaria bianca ed era partito alla volta del suo paese natale. direttamente in bocca alle proprie origini. Un viaggio breve, ma che aveva il potere di coprire la distanza di decine d'anni. non voleva ammetterlo, neanche con se stesso, ma era emozionato come un bambino il primo giorno di scuola.

Uscito dal Grande Raccordo Anulare, si immise sulla Statale Flaminia, la via che preferiva. La più tortuosa, vero, la più lenta, niente a che vedere con l'autostrada, o la Cassia, molto più veloci e agevoli, ma volevi mettere la bellezza! Sarebbe comunque arrivato in paese. Il suo paese. O, meglio, non più il suo, visto il tempo che aveva passato lontano. Ormai era, a tutti gli effetti, un cittadino, anche se non proprio un romano de Roma. Piuttosto uno dei tanti burini trapiantati nella capitale del mondo. Quindi, tirando le somme, non più un paesano e giammai un cittadino puro. In pratica senza radici e senza futuro. Un bel cazzo di risultato, c'era di che vantarsene! Il viaggio scivolò via come l'olio. Tenne accesa la radio per fargli compagnia. Il vantaggio della radio, rispetto alle cassette, già, perché lui ancora faceva affidamento  su una di quelle anticaglie che si cibavano dei nastri, faceva fatica a disfarsene e ci era affezionato. Il vantaggio della radio, tornando al discorso, era che lei non ti costringeva ad ascoltare. Era una compagna discreta. potevi tranquillamente continuare a pensare ai cazzi tuoi, senza prestarle attenzione, non si offendeva mai.

Giunse all'Arco di Porta quasi senza accorgersene, potenza del riflesso condizionato. dicono che, in ultima analisi, la guida non sia altro che questo. D'ora in avanti, però, avrebbe dovuto procedere con i piedi di piombo, cercando di dissimulare quel fastidioso senso di nausea che lo stava avvolgendo come un putrido sudario. Il maresciallo Giovanni Ferri parcheggiò la sua affaticata autovettura in Piazza del Castello a si diresse, a passo deciso, verso il bar lì vicino, con la speranza... con quale speranza era un mistero anche per lui. Era quasi mezzogiorno, il valzer dei campari, secondo i suoi ricordi, e come da consolidata consuetudine, doveva già essere iniziato. O mancava poco.

"Buongiorno a tutti!" Disse aprendo la porta del locale, lo disse con troppa enfasi, troppa giovialità. Era solo, nessun altro cliente. "E buonanotte al cazzo!" Pensò subito dopo. "Che entrata da coglione. Anzi, peggio, da carabiniere." E pensare che stava in borghese. Per non dare nell'occhio, aveva rinunciato anche a portarsi la pistola, ma appena aveva aperto bocca, si era fatto riconoscere. Coglione! Si insultò ancora mentalmente. Che entrata di merda! Dalla porta del bagno, fece capolino un ragazzotto magro, rasato a zero. Un bel tipo, non tanto alto, magro come un chiodo del dieci, sguardo sveglio e intelligente, e sfoggiava una maglietta dei Clash.

"Buongiorno a lei. Posso esserle utile?" Disse cortesemente il ragazzo.

"E tu chi sei? E che fine ha fatto il sor Francesco?" Domandò il maresciallo, guardandosi intorno per la prima volta. Non era il bar che ricordava. Non era quello della sua adolescenza. Era stato stravolto. Chissà perché siamo portati a pensare che alcune cose non potranno mai cambiare. Soprattutto quelle legate alla nostra infanzia. Soprattutto se questa infanzia si è vissuta in un piccolo, immutabile paese. E non solo le cose, anche le persone, cristallizzate nella memoria come in un incantesimo.

"Non so chi sia il sor Francesco, ma io lo so chi sono: sono Alessandro, faccio il barista, per questo mi trovo qui." rispose sorridendo il giovanotto.

"Scusami, ti devo essere sembrato un coglione. Ma giuro che non è così. Il fatto è che sono moltissimi anni che manco dal paese e, vai a capire per quale stupido motivo, ero convinto di trovare tutto come lo avevo lasciato."

"Niente affatto. Sembri soltanto uno con dei bei ricordi. Non è poca cosa."

"Puoi darmi un Campari corretto con il prosecco, per favore?"

"Sono qui per questo" rispose il ragazzo, iniziando ad armeggiare con le bottiglie.

Buttò giù d'un fiato, pagò ed uscì in strada. Sarebbe tornato più tardi. Ora aveva voglia di fare un giro sulla macchina del tempo. si addentrò pigramente nel dedalo di viuzze, in cerca di visioni, odori, suoni a lui consueti. non riuscì a fare a meno di passare anche davanti alla sua vecchia casa. Quella dove era cresciuto, insieme a sua madre e a quel dettaglio trascurabile che era suo padre. Si fermò, imbacuccato nel suo cappotto di nostalgia, a cercare qualche segno del suo passaggio. Un muro scrostato, una macchia di vernice, una vecchia scritta sbiadita dal tempo, niente, come se non fosse mai esistito. Avevano ridipinto la facciata dell'edificio da non molto, di un orribile giallo smorto, c'erano panni stesi al balcone, di certo non erano suoi, si sentì come sa avesse subito un torto. Era come se fosse stato scippato della sua giovinezza. Salutò con un cenno del capo la sua vecchia dimora e proseguì nel giro di perlustrazione. Incrociò in tutto una decina di persone, non di più. non riconobbe nessuno. Non avrebbe potuto, sette su dieci erano stranieri, il carabiniere, a volte, prendeva il sopravvento sull'uomo. anche qui, in questo buco nero di paese, chissà cosa ci stavano a fare visto che di lavoro neanche l'ombra. Soltanto una decina di anni prima sarebbe stato impensabile. Gente che andava lì a cercare fortuna, cazzo, non fosse stato tragico, sarebbe stato davvero comico. Controllò l'orologio, l'una meno un quarto, era tempo di tornare al bar. sicuramente avrebbe avuto più fortuna, o almeno sperava. fu fortunato, la speranza non fu disillusa, non dovette neanche entrare per constatarlo, Tonino, il suo vecchio amico Tonino, stazionava davanti alla porta godendosi un aperitivo in compagnia di altre tre persone che immaginava di conoscere, ma che non riusciva proprio a riconoscere.

"Ciao, Tonino, come va? Posso unirmi alla compagnia?" Disse emozionato, arrivandogli alle spalle.

Tonino si girò di scatto, era il ritratto dello stupore. Rimase col bicchiere appoggiato alle labbra, sgranò gli occhi, ma non riuscì ad inghiottire neanche un sorso. Squadrò da capo a piedi il nuovo arrivato, per un tempo che sembrava non avesse fine, poi: "Guarda chi ti capita tra capo e collo," Disse "Qual buon vento, Bomba? O preferisci essere chiamato maresciallo Ferri?"

"Cosa? Maresciallo?" Chiese uno degli altri due. quelli di cui proprio non riusciva a ricordare i nomi.

"Già, il nostro amico è un maresciallo della benemerita."

"Uno sbirro!" Disse sempre l'altro, facendosi scuro in volto. Sputò per terra, buttò giù d'un fiato il suo Campari, consegnò il bicchiere al barista e: "Io con gli sbirri non ci bevo!" Grugnì allontanandosi seccato.

"Ti do ragione, neanch'io ci bevo!" Gli gridò dietro il maresciallo, ma l'altro neanche si voltò.

"Complimenti! Sei appena tornato e già hai trovato un nuovo amico. Complimenti vivissimi!" Lo prese in giro Tonino.

"Non è che la cosa mi turbi particolarmente. Può andare a farsi fottere dove vuole."

"Non farci caso, è sempre stata una testa di cazzo! Ordinati da bere, piuttosto." Disse il terzo, mostrando un sorriso privo di parecchi denti.

"E tu, Orco, che ne pensi? Neanche a te piacciono i carabinieri?"

Lo aveva riconosciuto non appena aveva aperto bocca. Quella dentatura fantasiosa e quel vocione sgraziato e cavernoso erano il suo marchio di fabbrica.

"Non particolarmente, Bomba, me se non ce l'hanno con me, facciano pure il cazzo che vogliono. Te compreso."

"Dai, facciamoci un altro giro, offro io. Dopo, se è possibile, se non hai troppo da fare, vorrei parlarti in privato. " Disse ancora il Maresciallo rivolto a Tonino.

"Perdi tempo, fratello, sono pulito!"

"Pulito è una parola grossa, diciamo che ripulito suona più veritiero."

[cinnxmonsummxr]

記 憶 ; memory prj | family day

mmr00, kioku11

Manhattan, New York. Septiembre 06, 2003.

Desde que se había enterado por su hermana mayor de la severidad implicada en la enfermedad de su madre y tras no recibir respuestas con la excusa de que “era mejor para ella no preguntar”, Cassia había iniciado su propia investigación en distintas páginas web e incluso libros que tomaba prestados del área de salud y medicina en la biblioteca pública de Nueva York. Entre todo lo que había descubierto algo había llamado su atención más que cualquier otra cosa, algo a lo que coloquialmente denominaban el "último día bueno” y que aplicaba para varios pacientes con enfermedades terminales cuyas luchas llegaban al final. Lo definían como el día en el que el declive en la salud súbitamente se detenía y, al menos por unas horas, todo mal parecía ser lo suficientemente soportable; no obstante, el único problema de saber este detalle era que ni ella, ni su madre ni nadie sería capaz de identificar cuándo iba a llegar día en específico, pues al llegar simplemente pasaría como otro día no tan malo.

Las primeras semanas habían sido agobiantes para la niña, pues aunque se había prometido a sí misma no obsesionarse al respecto, lo cierto era que terminaba haciéndolo sin poder evitarlo. No había conversado al respecto con nadie, ni siquiera a Margueritte ni a Diederik les había comentado sus descubrimientos pues sentía que así le sumaría a los chicos un peso más sobre los hombros del que ya cargaban. Cada día que su madre se despertaba y recordaba detalles menores que por lo general no retenía cuando la demencia era quien ganaba, algo en el pecho de Cassia se encogía; sentía pánico de que esa fuese la última vez que la verían bien, temía que el tiempo con ella se les escapara entre las manos como si de arena se tratara, estaba asustada de que el día en que no pudiese oírla pronunciar su nombre nunca más, estuviese cerca. A veces se culpaba a sí misma, en especial cuando otro buen día se repetía en la misma semana o varias después, pues se repetía que estaba perdiendo demasiado tiempo a la espera de que su madre se marchara en lugar de aprovechar cada minuto posible al lado de la mujer que le había dado la vida.

Fue así como después de casi dos meses desperdiciando oportunidades para compartir genuinamente con su madre, Cassia finalmente dejó de obsesionarse respecto a cuándo llegaría ese supuesto último buen día— si es que lo hacía en algún momento y no eran meras patrañas. Casi sin darse cuenta hizo a un lado cada temor y preocupación, como si hubiese encerrado en una caja todo lo que invadía su mente en relación al estado médico de Leilani, lo que trajo como consecuencia que ese acontecimiento que había estado esperando y que tanto la atemorizaba llegara de la manera más inesperada posible, tomándolos a todos desprevenidos. Recordaba la mañana de aquel sábado con extraña diafanidad. Como todos los días, inició de manera normal: las chicas se levantaban temprano para ir a la cocina y preparar el desayuno juntas, mientras su padre preparaba en una bandeja los alimentos estrictamente seleccionados por el nutricionista de su esposa junto a un vaso de agua adicional y sus pastillas. Al igual que cada día bueno, Leila estaba despierta y acostada, con su expresión cansada pero sonriente al ser ayudada por su hijo mayor para enderezarse en la cama; al ver a sus niñas y esposo entrar por la puerta de la habitación, la francesa hizo su mayor esfuerzo por ocultar el dolor corporal que estaba experimentando de forma cada vez más habitual. Tragaba sus pastillas sin protestar, bebía la mitad del vaso de agua y luego daba un sorbo al zumo que Margueritte le preparaba cada mañana com naranjas frescas del mercado. Partía los pancakes con arándanos que Cassia le cocinaba cada tanto para consentirla un poco, probaba un par de bocados y finalizaba con el tazón de frutas frescas que Mikael picaba en pequeños trozos para hacerle más sencilla la tarea de masticarlo. En un buen día, como aquel, la mujer lograba comerse prácticamente todo lo que se le ponía en frente.

Aunque generalmente se sentía muy cansada para ver la televisión, aquel sexto día de septiembre había accedido a que su hija menor pusiera alguna película animada con tal de pasar en compañía de sus tres hijos el rato; tras deliberar durante varios minutos seguidos, llegaron todos al acuerdo de poner Toy Story 2. Diederik, quien era el que estaba más cerca del cajón donde guardaban todas sus películas, tomó el cassette que habían elegido y con cuidado lo introdujo en la ranura del VHS. La hora siguiente se les pasó con bastante prisa, incluso a pesar de que tuvieron que devolver la cinta varios cuadros cuando su padre decidió unirseles. Cuando los créditos comenzaron a rodar por la pantalla, Leilani se incorporó en la cama una vez más y se inclinó hacia sus hijos.

—Chicos, ¿qué les parecería si hacemos un picnic esta tarde para almorzar? —sugirió enardeciente.

Ni siquiera tuvo que repetirlo, pues los tres volvieron a verse con innegable entusiasmo y una sonrisa de oreja a oreja les había iluminado el rostro ante la idea de poder pasar un sábado fuera de casa después de meses sin hacerlo.

—Espera, mi amor… —Mikael tenía el entrecejo fruncido ante la preocupación y miraba a su esposa algo atónito. —¿Estás segura de poder soportarlo? Estaríamos en el suelo y el clima--

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

—Mikael, estaré bien —le interrumpió la francesa para tranquilizarlo, posando la mano en su mejilla con dulzura. —Llevaremos almohadas y yo llevaré abrigo. Todos lo haremos. Solo quiero salir de la casa al menos por un día.

No tuvo que decir más, pues así de fácil había terminado de convencer a su marido de que fueran a Central Park en aquella tarde de verano. Cada uno por su cuenta fue a ducharse y prepararse, y mientras Mikael ayudaba a su esposa a entrar y salir de la bañera, las niñas se habían encargado de alistar todo lo que debían llevar. Entre emparedados de distintos sabores, bocadillos, frituras que guardaban en la alacena, frutas y ensaladas, Cassia y Margueritte habían llenado dos canastas casi repletas para disfrutar los cinco de una comida que los dejase satisfechos al final del día. En una tercera se encargaron de guardar mantas para colocar en el suelo, almohadas y cojines que quizás serían de utilidad para ayudar a Leilani a sentirse más  cómoda, y por supuesto, un par de copias del mismo libro de poesía que podrían leer quizás cuando acabaran de comer. Al marcar el reloj el mediodía, todos en el hogar estuvieron listos y abordaron la camioneta para salir. El trayecto desde su residencia en Greenwich Village hasta Central Park no era demasiada, y para suerte suya, tanto el tráfico como el clima eran considerablemente llevaderos. Aunque Mikael seguía preocupado por la comodidad de su mujer, el apretón que cada tanto ella le brindaba en la mano era garantía suficiente de que estaba tan bien como le era posible. Adentrarse en el parque había demorado un poco más de lo esperado, pues debido a que Leilani necesitaba aferrarse al brazo de Mikael para mantenerse en pie debido a que sus piernas aún eran débiles, no era capaz de avanzar con demasiada prisa sin sentir mareos. Cassia y Margueritte, que ya conocían con demasiada exactitud las hectáreas de la zona, se adelantaron para escoger el mejor puesto cerca del río y rodearse de toda la diversidad presente mientras que Diederik se mantuvo al lado de sus padres para ayudar si es que era necesario. Extendieron las mantas entre ellas dos, acomodaron las almohadas para su madre y distribuyeron los alimentos que cautelosamente habían empacado para su día de campo; el resto de la familia no tardó en unirseles y ocuparon cada uno un lugar cerca del otro sobre la manta. Entre comidas, risas, bromas y anécdotas las horas transcurrieron con lentitud, como si estuviesen permitiéndoles a todos disfrutar de aquel maravilloso día juntos que sin duda iban a atesorar por el resto de sus vidas. Nadie, ni siquiera Cassia, ni Mikael, ni sus hermanos, ni la misma Leilani llegaron a sospechar que, mientras reían a carcajadas y correteaban por el pasto cerca del lago, aquel sería el último día bueno que tendrían. Ninguno sospechaba que todo podría caer en picada desde allí, no les importaba tampoco, pues al menos durante esas 24 horas juntos todo se sentía normal en su día familiar.

[twiggycute]

Untitled #1404 by chemicalfallout249 featuring artificial flowers ❤ liked on Polyvore

Green sweatshirt / American Apparel overalls shorts, $43 / Knee-high socks / Mini skirt / Dr. Martens slip resistant shoes / Vans backpack, $42 / Choker necklace / Horn earrings / Statement ring / Sterling silver jewelry / Icon Brand signet ring, $19 / Green hat / Mens oversized sunglasses / Cassia body cleanser, $9.70 / Bubble bath / Body cleanser / Body cleanser / Modern home decor / Artificial flower / Cactus pot, $13 / Fujifilm instax mini 8 Instant Film Camera Black / RageOn! - World's Largest All-Over-Print Online Store!

[potatopotatopotatoe-blog]

Untitled #1332 by chemicalfallout249 featuring Cassia ❤ liked on Polyvore

Faux fur jacket, $230 / CO high rise shorts / Topshop fishnet tight, $8.70 / Flat shoes / Nickel free earrings / Knit hat / Yellow sunglasses / Lipstick / Cassia body cleanser, $9.37 / Body cleanser / High Voltage Classic Cream Formula Hair Color / Manic Panic High Voltage Classic Cream Formula Colour Hair Dye..., $13 / Lays Flavor Finalists Chicken Waffles, Sriracha and Cheesy Garlic... / Vintage 1970s Polaroid OneStep land camera, $41 / Plain Black Background Skateboard Decks, $68 / Magic 8 Ball Mini Game / ハートレザースタッズチョーカー, $17 / Pizza Patch Emoji patches Velcro patch from Hatjoy / SMILE LIGHTER.

[bian-41]

The Truth Don't Stop by kpanda56 featuring western home decor ❤ liked on Polyvore

Monki print dress, 415 ARS / Topshop black booties, 575 ARS / Betsey Johnson clutch, 1.560 ARS / Movado water resistant watch, 6.285 ARS / Barrette hair clip, 55 ARS / Philosophy mascara, 355 ARS / Cassia body cleanser, 160 ARS / T3 straightening iron, 1.755 ARS / Western home decor, 350 ARS / Alöe glass terrarium, 620 ARS / Urban Trends Collection rustic home decor, 910 ARS / Black box, 5.225 ARS / IKEA Halogen, 71 ARS / Fountain office accessory, 300 ARS / Monkey business, 260 ARS / Product Information, 69 ARS / Kuzy MINT GREEN Rubberized Hard Case Cover for Apple MacBook Pro 15.4"..., 550 ARS

[didweallfalldown]

nothing could go wrong with you by floodrats featuring a tailor scissors ❤ liked on Polyvore

Dsquared2 beads jewellery / Pin jewelry, €4,39 / Junk Food Clothing mens t shirt, €25 / Calvin Klein Underwear mens underwear boxer, €25 / Cassia body cleanser, €7,91 / Disney black mug, €11 / Dot Bo tailor scissors, €11 / Mapleton Drive navy home decor, €70 / Halloween home decor, €2,62 / Playstation 4 Dualshock Controller, €51 / Rolling Stones Autographed Telecaster Style Guitar, €3.300 / ShopCurious - Little Shop of Horrors - Ted and Eddy - the two headed..., €34 / Cassette tape, €225

[ourwrittenstories-arch]

Tell her throw it back, then I blow a bag Drop it down low, let 'em know it's like that Feel like I'm hexed, yeah, that bitch bad Collar on her neck and her ass real fat

[wefashionablepeople]

secrets that i can't keep| testing tags by orchid-fire featuring white hand towels ❤ liked on Polyvore

Green crop top, $13 / Topshop high waisted jeans, $52 / NIKE low cut shoes / Maison Margiela handbags tote / Marie Turnor leather purse / Laura Mercier body moisturizer, $56 / Cassia body cleanser, $8.74 / Byredo body moisturizer / TokyoMilk body moisturizer / Clinique beauty product / Christy white hand towel, $3.37 / Apple iPhone 5 Unlocked Cellphone, 16GB, White / CB2 Usb Key Chain

[twiggycute]

stress by chemicalfallout249 featuring a nylon backpack ❤ liked on Polyvore

Adidas Originals cotton shirt, $175 / Bitching Junkfood blue romper, $65 / Fishnet tight / Shoes / Fjällräven nylon backpack, $115 / Heart jewelry / Lazuli lapis lazuli jewelry / NOVICA sterling silver jewelry / Gothic ring, $9.59 / Vintage jewellery / Lip jewellery / Topshop blue hat / Agent 18 tech accessory / Heart sunglasses / Cassia body cleanser, $9.45 / Disney bath body product / Body cleanser / Beauty product / Fujifilm Boys Blue Instax Mini 8 Camera | AlexandAlexa, $26 / Electrohome Archer Vinyl Turntable Stereo System with Built-in... / Gorillaz Humanz Vinyl 2LP / Maxam 16oz Ceramic Mug Silicone Lid / My Neighbor Totoro 6" Chu Totoro Plush | Hot Topic

[potatopotatopotatoe-blog]

Untitled #1336 by chemicalfallout249 featuring a marble sculpture ❤ liked on Polyvore

Diane Von Furstenberg jacket / Short skirt, $140 / Pieces Imagine Shapewear Body, $13 / Topshop fishnet stocking / Mini skirt / Fjällräven man bag, $90 / Cross jewellery / Skull ring, $2.96 / Hot Topic filigree ring / Cat ring, $13 / Forever 21 cross jewellery / Lip jewelry / Beanie hat, $27 / Retrò retro glasses / Beautyblender makeup tool / Lipstick / Cassia body cleanser, $9.37 / Body cleanser / ARCTIC FOX 100% VEGAN STERLING SEMI PERMANENT HAIR COLOR DYE 8 OZ / Woven Workz black bedding / Dot Bo white home decor / Marble sculpture / Electrohome Archer Vinyl Turntable Stereo System with Built-in... / Fujifilm Fujifilm Instax Mini 8 instant camera Black my, $74 / Amazon.com: Stress Cube for Fidgeters! Relieve Stress, Anxiety, and... / Maxam 16oz Ceramic Mug Silicone Lid / So White / My F in' Guitar Pick, $2.01

[loveyoutfits]

NOVEMBER NINTH by faded-pictures featuring purple bath towels ❤ liked on Polyvore

Totême turtle neck sweater, $83 / Acne Studios cropped pants, $255 / Tennis shoes / Acne Studios clutch, $72 / Tsovet watch / Nars cosmetic / Nars cosmetic, $32 / Cassia body cleanser, $8.53 / Living Proof hair conditioner / Christy purple bath towel, $1.83 / Flower stem, $11 / Hourglass cosmetic / PlayStation 3 DualShock 3 Controller - Black (PlayStation 3) / Eyelash Eyelashes Sleep Eye Mask Masks Sleeping Blindfold Night Travel... / Easy Milkshake Ideas / Women's Clinique 'Repairwear Uplifting' Firming Cream For Combination...

[lovenddesireinrome-blog]

Blog Post ONE: Foundation

This blog is meant to be an informative collection of posts that explain the many layers that make up the Homeoerotic cultures and attitudes that existed in the Ancient Roman times. Comprising of topics from Lex Scantinia to the prolific poetry and excerpts of Sappho. The primal issues for philosophers, historians and many others that are apart of the discussions that is Same-Sex love and desire is that the population of people they are surveying no longer exist. Furthermore, because of the heteronormative and patrilineal traditions of that time the accounts of the individuals we are most concerned with happen to be the least prevalent. Fast forwarding to current times Gay culture is now the most accepted that it has ever been not only on a political level but also socially.

To provide background and foundations for context let me preface this discourse by saying Homosexuality was existent since the dawn of times. However, historically it has been viewed a lude, perverse and deviant from normalcy. The Libertas or social liberties and freedoms of the freeborn male manifested themselves in the mastery of the individual's own body. Additionally, in the person’s preference of a passive or submissive sexual position. The choice of this position implied servility and a loss of virility. Homosexual behaviour among soldiers not only violated the law against intercourse among freeborn men, but it also compromised the penetrated soldier’s sexual and therefore military dominance. This is a big issue for Romans because self image is one big part of the representation of Rome. Additionally, rape and penetration are some of the many symbols and sometimes also the realities of military defeat. One great example is In 46 BC, where Caesar submitted to Nicomedes IV of Bithynia. This is where the degreading  title, ‘the Queen of Bithynia’ originated. According to the historian Polybius, who writings are thought to be from the 2nd century BC noted that the penalty for a soldier who allowed himself to be penetrated was fustuarium. In short this punishment was cudgelling to death or being beaten with a club. For the Romans this crime was as heinous as deserting the military during battle. Both of these crimes involved cudgelling after the individuals was found guilty.

In ancient Rome, men who were penetrated anally were thought to be taking on the role of a woman, but women who were anally penetrated were thought to be taking on the role of a young man.  So it is still to hard fully comprehend how the Romans truly felt about homosexuality. However, this type of sex is clearly prohibited and outlined in the in the Lex Scantinia. The Lex Scantinia is a poorly documented ancient Roman law that penalized sex crime or stuprum against a freeborn male minor otherwise known as ingenuus or praetextatus during ancient times. These laws may also have been used to prosecute adult male citizens who willingly took a passive role in having sex with other men. Thusly, it was aimed at protecting the Roman citizen's body from sexual abuse, but did not prohibit homosexual behavior, as long as the passive partner was not a citizen in good standing. This may seem like a small point of contention but this law single-handedly limited the methods of legal sex at that time. Not only does this law preclude certain individuals but more imporatnly excludes indivudials with certain sexaul charcteristics. Some historians theorize that this law was put in place as a direct strategy to curtail pederastic practices in ancient Rome. Additionally, at that time the morals and ethics that concerned the Romans were normally centered around themselves. Even though there was a clear level of permeability as far as their government concerned. Ancient Rome’s ethical and moral practices were normally one sided so same sex intercourse with prostitutes, slaves or war captives was considered totally acceptable as it did not threaten a freeborn’s masculinity as long as the Roman citizen took the active role in penetration. At this slaves were thought to be property and thusly lacked the legal standing that protected a citizen’s body. A freeborn man who raped a slave would not be charged with rape. The only crimes that charges that could be brought against the rapist would be laws relating to property damage. This only happened in extreme cases because the slave’s owner would have to initiate the legal process. Similarly prostitution was legal, common, and often were organized to take place at brothels and  fornices otherwise known as arcade dens. These fornices were run at the circuses that Rome was infamous for. However, almost all  prostitutes were slaves or freed men and women. A freeborn individual could become a prostitute but only receiving the social status of infamia. This is the loss of respect and social reputation and credibility. After sometime this individual would be known as an infamis, losing her or his social and legal standing as well. Although the Lex Scantinia and the enforcement of the law is mentioned in several ancient sources, such as 227 BC where Gaius Scantinius Capitolinus was put on a Lex trial for sexually molesting the son of Marcus Claudius Marcellus; the full legality and provisions of the law are still unclear.

Now that we have laid a small but meaningful foundation as far as the foundation of Lex Scantinia I would like to bring up the concept of the Bulla or a small amulet that placed around the neck of growing Roman freeborn children. Primarily worn by young men the bulla is a tangible symbol that asserts both innocence and immaturity of the sexual level but also the fact that these young people should not be touched or swain in a sexual manner. To give you a more comprehensive  picture here is a funerary relief of a young roman boy with his two parents. This Roman marble relief found on the Via Cassia an infamous major road that leads from Rome near the Acqua Traversa. Here we can see a father and mother bid farewell to their young son. He wears a bulla around his neck. Normally worn by boys until fourteen years old. The child also wears a toga to symbolize his status and also his family's aspirations. In the picture you can see the young child placing  his right hand on his father's shoulder while reaches out with his left hand towards his mother's breast. These two gestures alone demonstrate the young boy’s childlike nature. These maybe an artistic and stylistic element by the artist to show how children may cling to things that comfort them. To continue we see the mother, in turn, outwardly extending a handful of fruit to son. This gesture is both a sign of fertility and sustenance for his long journey to afterlife. Additionally, the child’s father drapes his left arm around the boy's shoulders. This is an affectionate gesture that shows exactly how much his parents loved and adored their son. A beautiful embodiment of the saying “I have your back”. If you look closely in the background you can see two birds perching. These two birds flanking deep in the image I feel, explain how there are other sources of direction in our lives. However,  there are two birds. These birds maybe a representation of his parents. These birds on his shoulders protecting him and showing him the way. This relief would have been placed on the family's roadside tomb. This family was most likely very affluent because It is also carved on the back with the mirrored identical image. The other side is very damaged and now the relief rests against a wall in the Vatican museums. This type of marble relief is called "a cassetta"  because it is framed in a rectangular boxlike frame that resembles the modern day cassette tape. This piece is dated back to the period of Rome's first emperor, Augustus (27 BCE - 14 CE).

[adsindubai]

Ac Fridge Dishwasher Service Repair Maintenance 0503413344

M.I.T Technical Works L.L.C Dubai Telephone Number: 04-3258396 Mobile Number: 050-3413344 Whatsapp Number: 0503413344 Window Ac | Split Ac | Central Ac | AC | A/c | Split Air Conditioner | Duct Type Air Conditioner | Central Air Conditioner | Fan Coil Unit FCU | Package Units | Ceiling Cassette Type Air Conditioner | Water Chiller | Portable Ac | Panel Ac | Panel Air Conditioner | Dx Chiller Unit | HVAC VRF Variable Refrigerant Flow Systems | VRV Variable Refrigerant Volume System | Refrigerators | Fridge | Deep Freezer | Ice Cream Freezer | Cold Storage | Cold Room | Walk in Chiller | Chest Freezer | Mini Bar Fridge | Chiller Freezer | Salad Bar Freezer | Ice Maker | Cake Display Freezer | Washing Machine | Dryer | Dishwasher | Water Heater | Electrical Work Repair Maintenance Installation Cleaning Service and Handymen Service in The Palm Jumeirah | JBR Jumeirah Beach Residence | Dubai Marina | JLT Jumeirah Lake Towers | Jumeirah Islands | Dubai Land | The Meadows | The Lakes Lake | Emirates Hills | The Views | The Springs | Spring | Barsha Heights | TECOM | tcom | The Greens | Green | The Gardens | Garden | Barsha | Al Quoz | Al Khail Gate | Al Barari | Jebel Ali Free Zone | FZCO | JAFZA | Dubai Investment Park DIP | Arabian Ranches | Discovery Gardens | Jumeirah Circle – JVC Jumeirah Village Circle | Downtown | Old Town | Up Town | Business Bay | Mirdiff | Al Warqa - Nadd Al Hamar | Wasl Road | Al Bada | Umm Suqeim | Jumeira | Jumeirah | Jumeirah Park | Karama | Deria | Bur Dubai | Mankhool | Al Rashidiya | Mirdif | Al Furjan Villa | Furjan villa | IMPZ International Media Production Zone | City of Arabia | Falcon City | Al Qusais | Al Nahda - Umm Ramool | Al Jadaf | DIFC | difc | Green Community Motor City | Tecom | Sheikh Zayed Road | Dubai Media City | Al Muntazah | DP WORLD | Jebel Ali Industrial Area | Dubai Industrial City | Cedre Villas | Semmer Villas | Mira Townhouses | Mira Oasis | Reem Community | Air Port Free Zone and Dubai Surrounding Area | Al Ghadeer Abu Dhabi - Acacia Avenues - Akoya Oxygen - Amaranta - Anantara Residences - Aqua Dunya - Arjan - Aykon City - Azizi Riviera – Bawadi - Cassia at the Fields - Cedre Villas - City of Arabia - City Walk - Creek Park - Culture Village – Deema - Desert Palm - Dragon Mart - Dubai Autodrome - Dubai Creek Golf Club - Dubai Creek Harbour - Dubai Parks and Resorts - Dubai Science Park - Dubai South - Dubai World Central - Emirates Living - Fendi Styled Villas – Forat - Four Seasons Golf Club - Ghoroob - Just Cavalli Villas - Legends Dubai - Lilac Park - Living Legends – Maeen – Majan - Marina Walk - Marwa Homes – Mira - Mira Oasis - Montgomerie Golf Club – Naseem - NSHAMA Town Square - Oasis Towers - Oia Residence - Orchid Park - Old Town - Pacific Village – Palmera – Paloverde - Park Lane - Pearl Jumeirah - Rahat Villas – Reem - Residential City – Ritaj - Royal Pearls - Sahara Meadows - Seasons Community - Serena Casa Bella – Shorooq - Sobha Hartland - The Galleria Villas - The Heart of Europe - The Hills - The Lagoons - The Nest - The Old Town Island - The Plantation, Equestrian & Polo Club - The World - Tijara Town - Valencia Park Townhouses - Victory Heights - Villa Lantana 1 - Villa Lantana 2 – Villanova - Viridian at the Fields - Wadi Almardi - Waterfront Jebel Ali - Whispering Pines - Zen by Indigo – Zulal – DWC – Burj Khalifa M.I.T Technical Works L.L.C Dubai Telephone Number: 04-3258396 Mobile Number: 0503413344 Whatsapp Number: 0503413344 Email Address: info@mittechdubai.com Website: www.mittechdubai.com Technician Contact Person Mobile Number