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To become a mean bitch means one is saying what one thinks, not liking what one is getting, not liking what one sees and hears. I am stating it is sickening to look at you, what you do and choose not to do.
There are things I like but this is not it. What is it that women are given? Women should be grateful for everything is the default. To be grateful is something else. Yes one can be grateful but content for what one is given, to settle to this oppression, sexism, sadism, torture you offer I never will and truly hope no one else will either. Situation is not changing for any better, you are stupider than I ever thought was possible, abyss of stupidity swallows all. Oh well I haven’t appreciated intellect of humans enough and I still probably don’t. The same is the situation in general. Intellectuals are those who speak up and against, they act when they see injustice. That is the number one characteristic of an intellectual.
Thank you for the praises for the looks, for the clothes, for the ass, for looking so youthful, for being so nice and smiling like I really meant it all the time. It means that I am very happy and content all the time and because I like you guys just because I like guys :). Yes I suck your dick gladly. It is my duty and delight, how delicious. How fucking dare you. Most men and women are immature jackasses who think they are centers of the universe. I should like you? Why the fuck should I. I don’t have such manners and sleaziness in me to like people who do not have backbone. No reason. There is no liking. Liking is mere air, push of a button, virtual reality but what does it resonate is nothingness. There is contempt, hatred, foulness, bitterness, backstabbing, world led by indifferent asslickers who don’t wish to make a difference because they are scared. People are scared little fuckers, scared to stick ones’ necks out for a cause, for someone else. World is ruled by self-interest purely to destruction.
Uncanny Lover: Building a Sex Robot | Robotica | The New York Times
What is a perfect life?
All kinds of damage make life difficult. Anything. We must be prepared for anything, and are we?Life has to offer a plethora of flesh and mind eating violent sudden wrongs, it is mutating, damaging, hurtful and brutal, no matter where you live. Ways of brutality differ. Somewhere brutal action is less visible than somewhere else, nevertheless it is about hurting, getting hurt, dealing with damage.
People who have suffered hardship may have advantage. They may see possibilities in tiniest things, practically there where there is nothing much. They, who get hurt, which is all, have the possibility to see aspects through that hurt, perspectives otherwise would not be possible. They, who face the worst in life have to learn to give, get going despite anything and survive. Know how to either live with their cross, make something out of that cross, is it light or heavy, be a true badass fighter or magician, to tackle all possible darkness there is and win. To not think that damage is a sentence, curse, or that God has abandoned you or the whole world is against you. To overcome difficulties caused by injuries or injuries caused by difficulties, to deal with bleeding, ache, illness, loss, nevertheless one must overcome day after day pain and defeat the burden one way or another. Pain and hurt are our every day but we are not easily tolerant of pain of someone else. We see our pain, it can be blinding, but pain of that other is beyond our understanding. To become tired of being strong and defeating something bigger than oneself is an everyday issue. Self-pity is one way of trying to survive and understand why bad things happen to good people and why life has to be unbearably hard. When you cope with pain, is it possible to forget it?
About how we could face and see difficulties disabled face is to try out life disabled live.
How to deal with offense? What kind of things offend the most? Hurt against disabled is very every day. It is often situation of constant hurting and comparing to those who are not visibly disabled. Disabled stick out of the crowd, need special care, special planning for every detail in everyday life we take for granted, are in many cases denied dignity and control over their lives, do not have access to decent health care or have to fight constantly to find it, fight over aid and possibilities to influence their constantly disregarded and undervalued situation. Who wants to offend disabled? No one, but many do just by staring, being inconsiderate, calling names, talking about disabled without knowledge over their lives, feelings, thoughts or much reason because many disabled can speak for themselves. The thing is who listens to them, the kind of second class who are at our mercy, we who can do whatever we please, almost.
To talk about disabled as an abled person is awkward, it feels like I am stepping on toes. Situation of how to speak of those others whose experiences are more or less unknown is present and quite demanding. To speak about anyone whom you wish to be able to help but possibly do nothing but create empty talk of good-hearted naivety, everything may and will go wrong anyway because the experience is too distant and alien. You haven’t sat in their chairs, haven’t been looking at the stairs which you are not able to climb, haven’t been at the level of someone who sits all the time. Therefore I welcome all art that juggles this dilemma of finding the level and connection where we can truly understand obstacles and walls someone faces, identifying with complex hurt we carry abled and disabled, because we do not easily meet, learning to respect thoughts and feelings of others especially when realities of other people can be so completely unknown and far away even we physically stand close.
Designers design aid and mobility tools for disabled, but as I have come across many times, there is not much understanding of the every day problematic, which could be very simple things like how to keep your wheelchair clean, how much space one needs to turn and what kinds of doorsteps truly one has to go over at one’s house or how to reach out.
Anatomy of a sex bomb – I just wanna make you sweat.
Sex bomb is female. We know her without looking. She is an image, a whore, a body, a look, an attitude, a way to walk and talk, audacity to live by without shame and like herself as she is or wants to be. She is explosive in a way that can be seen harmless in a film, funny, seductive, natural without being natural. Most sex bombs are products of entertainment culture offered to viewers on a plate to be eaten with our eyes, abused anyway possible, be dreamed of. She is the dinner, she explodes inside of us, corrupts us and makes us feel the happiness of living via play. Enjoyment is born through looking at a beautiful being who enjoys herself being looked at and wanted. Why she is a bomb, ammunition, lethal, destructive and why she still is seen harmless when she is made a bomb for entertainment purposes continue to puzzle me. Who makes a sex bomb, a sex toy and object of a woman, what kind of woman is that? Female evil incarnated might be one opinion, guilt and fault women bear for seduction, a seductive bitch who likes to be sexual in public without feeling ashamed for her sexuality, her reasons and motives for her behavior and looks, her skin, movement and body showing in reveling clothing, a witch. Bomb is a strong word, a strong object of power with practical form and a straightforward use, means to kill, cause harm. A harmless bomb, woman with sex appeal with one mission, a selfish desire to seduce men which yet is not so harmless according to few religious doctrines. Women whose power and strength is sexuality are a threat as such to order and maintaining structure in society. Body full of promise of good time, fun and sin, what is the sin there then other than what is meant to happen between people, a contact, a mess. Magnetism and attraction which we must reject to be considered respectable and honorable people. Humor and funniness often times connected with sex bombing is veiling our shame and that we are unable to speak freely of sex. It has to be turned into parody and she who has no brain is behaving like this because she cannot do anything else. Value of a sex bomb though is enormous. Such women truly have means to make an impact.
Too bad to know how hateful people think.
Interesting talk by Esther Perel: adultery and infidelity, for anyone who has ever loved.
This is my stand: I am not for betrayal but when I am betrayed I betray you. Quite brutal don’t you think?
What are we afraid of? What is the scare? The thin line between love and hate.
Majakollektiivi Timanttimetsä 