Originally Posted By freshslate
untitled by thenewclotheshorse on Flickr.
Jumping into the unknown
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Originally Posted By sexisnottheenemy
I don’t care how much sex anyone has, how often they do it, or who they do it with. I’m much more interested in the consent, pleasure, and well-being of the participants and the people affected by it. I respect women who are asexual, celibate, monogamous, multi-partnered, or have had more partners than they can recall. I respect women who only have sex after a commitment to monogamy and those who have sex with someone within minutes of meeting them. I respect women who have transactional sex, women who have sex for love, or for any other reason. I know that all of these categories are permeable and that many women move from one to another. And I know that any of these decisions can be made from a place of personal power, choice, and authenticity, as well as from a place of coercion, shame, and disempowerment.
Charlie Glickman (If You Don’t Respect Sluts, You Don’t Respect Women)
(via junkyard-bodhisattva)
Originally Posted By typeless
250 men and women were asked to draw what these emotions felt like in their bodies. These are the combined results.
(Source: typeless, via freshslate)
Originally Posted By devouringworlds
Every woman is a mystery waiting to be solved, but a woman hides nothing from a true lover. Her skin color can tell us how to proceed. A hue like the blush of a rose, pink and pale, and she must be coaxed to open her petals with a warmth like the sun. The pale and dappled skin of a redhead calls for the lust of a wave crashing to the shore so we may stir up what lies beneath her and bring up the foamy delight of love to the surface. Although there is no metaphor that truly describes making love to a woman, the closest is playing a rare musical instrument. I wonder, does a Stradivarius violin feel the same rapture as the violinist when he coaxes a single perfect note from its heart?
Don Juan DeMarco (via devouringworlds)
There is a solar power revolution quietly going on all across Africa by poor rural illiterate women, mostly grandmothers, who are empowering total villages with solar power. This is amazing, heart warming, and awesome. The world is changing. You should watch this and pass it on. Power to the PEOPLE.
Originally Posted By 3wings
Alice M. Boughton, Two Women Under a Tree, ca. 1910. Beautiful. Thank you, 3wings.
Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.
Ntozake Shange Sassafrass, Cypress, and Indigo
Originally Posted By arielleisrael
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
bob marley (via takeajourneythroughfashion)
(Source: arielleisrael)
What do you know of great love? Have you ever loved a woman until milk leaked from her as though she had just given birth to love itself, and now must feed it or burst? Have you ever tasted a woman until she believed that she could be satisfied only by consuming the tongue that had devoured her? Have you ever loved a woman so completely that the sound of your voice in her ear could cause her body to shudder and explode with such intense pleasure that only weeping could bring her full release?
Don Juan DeMarco
