I had a lengthy rant planned in defense of certain taboo sexual fetishes, which included a sub-rant about the ethics of sexual objectification- but others have made my arguments much more eloquently. Furthermore, it’s almost five in the morning. Instead, I’ll just recount the event that set these thoughts in motion. I’m sure you can imagine where I was headed.
When I was out shopping yesterday I saw two amputees kissing by the fountain in the nearby park. I stood there for probably fifteen seconds and just objectified the sweet jesus out of these people. So… sorry, lovely couple. But in truth, I’m not that sorry.
I wish I knew someone named Tad so that I could tell them to fuck off. I don’t know why, but I have a burning urge to scream “Fuck off, Tad!” at the top of my lungs. But it must be directed at an actual person, named Tad, that I know well enough for my words to have some impact.
Oh lord I used to shell out the money for these ridiculous things when I was 18 and just starting art school. They taste terrible, and for some reason, the homeless didn’t try to bum them off of me. They are awfully pretty though.
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Once upon a high school bout of depression I wrote a love poem to my toilet. It was very cleverly titled “Porcelain” and it went something like this…
I make you filthy and you keep me clean,
Pure, sane.
Only reliable companion–
You hold my head so I don’t drown.
You erase my indiscretions.
I worship you with secrets
And you swallow each with your voice-
Steady and deafening.
Someday I’ll repay your service.
I’ll rectify the abuse
With my perfection,
And you’ll want my presence as I need yours.
Tube-eye or Thread-tail (Stylephorus chordatus)
Found in deep subtropical and tropical waters around the world, the tube-eye lives in the shadowy depths during the day and makes nightly vertical migrations to feed on plankton. It is an extremely elongated fish: although its body grows only to 28 centimetres (11 in) long, it has a pair of tail fin rays that triple its length to about 90 centimetres (35 in). Its eyes are tubular in shape, resembling a pair of binoculars.
Dante Fenolia
After having thought endlessly on how to best vent my anger and frustration about a certain situation, I’ve realized a couple things–
I have no right to be angry. I was the one that fucked up and I shouldn’t be surprised that it blew up in my face. Hell, I should be relieved that the reaction was as tame as it was.
And all I can really do now is laugh it off and move on. All I’ve lost is another tenuous friendship, and probably all of the equally tenuous friendships attached to it. It’s nothing new.
So… LOL, another bridge burned.