Do you sometimes feel you do not exist?

Very often actually. I don’t know why. Whether there is the pressure wanting me not to exist or I am invisible truly. Honest feedback is hard to get because people don’t want to hurt directly but discretely. Very strange indeed. I have been giving this some thought and come to conclusion that it is not a very nice world to be a woman.

Women who make pornographic images, not by displaying themselves, not to display themselves but portraying sex. Their right to pleasure and to correct the imbalance.

That porn is for male pleasure, that it is for men’s eyes and gaze, that naked, fucking women sucking cock do what they do not to please themselves, but only their partners, only the male viewer. It is a stereotypical view, true, sure. How do women claim their right to their pleasure which is as important and why is this topic an ongoing issue that has to be brought up? It is the same as sex and porn being ridiculous to some, disgusting, objectifying and unnecessary. That it is shameful although sex in advertising is a full on phenomenon that does not bother hugely many.

In a way I display myself by drawing a pornographic drawing. I am curious and have no shame because I do not see I should feel ashamed. It is my curiosity to see how bodily holes can be put in use to make a pleasurable impact. Where pleasure comes from, for whom it is. Who can feel pleasure through porn and why it is interesting, porn and pleasure? What is porn and where do we draw the line of acceptable?

Should you feel bad for your privilege?

So much so that to act against gender discrimination, against any discrimination is compulsory for you. To use your privileged position to make an immediate change happen now not somewhere in distant future. Not just to make talk after talk while the same shit goes on forever. People who accept the current system and do nothing to change it do not deserve their privileges.

It truly is sad to have such bad news from Saudi Arabia, somewhere nothing much really changes.

within my grasp

Emotions as we and why do we like to abstain and refrain our emotions into illness. Having an order of emotions, taking them for granted and as inferior phenomenon which reason must rule and guide. An order which many of us seem to live by is not to, a no, a ban, prohibition of. What do we let out and what we do not because we are not allowed, because it is not proper, we do not dare? It is an interesting topic, because our emotional refusal, which could be called a plug that is not wished to be pulled, a tag, pivot behind a door, stepping stone, something nonverbal, unspoken inner banner which is there, but how far and can you see it. Inner banner, a flag of your own, what is it like?
 
Revolution is an emotional event. It is a moment of not wanting to have that plug anymore. Not wanting to be dictated, controlled over, told what to say, do, be like and feel.
It is feminine to feel, to show emotions, to cry, to laugh, be insecure, admit sensing. Crying is a powerful outburst with tears and facial expressions. Crying is probably the most controlled emotional and physical act, please don’t cry, I would have to react to your tears. 

irrational behavior of those who oppose, lunacy, mental. To declare mental

Out of evil good will come. How come?

Line –  Happy to be a woman –  appears in a strange light.  Being a woman is a constant battle, because it’s about being taken for granted, self-evident, which I’m not, and as nothing is. Out of what kind of mind comes the thought that someone is an image only, a thing, someone is an idea, one-dimensional creature, available in her purity, innocence, and that is, how women should be –  accessible. Isn’t it strange.

Feelings, nothing but some feelings.

sigh. How about a sensible thought.

Thank you.

More lessons in life, please contact, because I really need to be taught a lesson or two.

Emotions are forces to be used creating good, like art. For what I know, rage and showing your anger can purify the air and bring new dimensions to your relationships between human beings, those beings who walk on two legs, smoke tobacco and say Fuck you, I do what I fucking like. It is good also not to hide what you feel, like nowadays showing feelings other than nice is prohibited and seen as vulgar. To wake you up – you people are fucking vulgar dot! I like to act differently, it’s refreshing. And showing what you feel makes you healthier. RAGE!! Because all things that happen don’t please sometimes, naturally ..how normal. I feel all kinds of emotions and I also like to show them. Again repeating myself. Don’t misinterpret anger to hate, they are close, but still I cannot say I hate anyone anymore, at least very long. When I was young I was more black and white. Don’t be afraid. You should be able to apologise, if you have hurt someones feelings. But yes, hate is a feeling, an important one. Don’t misuse it.

This is Dr. Love for you all good people out there. FEEL! Enjoy life. Have a barbecue. Sending loving waves to all over the Globe. Cheerios. (Me, Poisonous? Only when necessary, Darling.):) Ask me anything. I want to be of an assistance, I mean help to you. H