brain sex, huh? while we agree that the brain is the sexiest organ, dead prez kinda coined that phrase years ago, mr. research man.
not cute: it seems that several areas are seeing a rise in teen dating violence. also, this past week was teen dating violence awareness and prevention week.
did you know? february is national condom month!
obligatory love day mention: recession-proof v-day ideas.
2.07.2009
2.06.2009
2.05.2009
repression, the t-shirt
take a look at this.
the shirts are also mentioned on gawker, but your loving proprietress isn't too fond of the tone over there. try feministing for a better take.
so here's what initially comes to mind:
what happens when you choose to not teach your kids about sex/sexuality in a comprehensive way and they go around saddlebacking instead?
if god is love and god loves us and wants us to love ourselves, what's wrong with enjoying pleasurable feelings on one's own in the absence of marriage and/or a committed partner?
the spiritual nitpicking around what is acceptable and what isn't, which parts of scripture to uphold and which to ignore becomes more telling by the hour.*
on that note, hell, what's wrong with feeling good, period? there are far more pros to masturbation and orgasm--both scientifically and spiritually speaking--than cons.
the sexual force is what spurs creativity, life, and all forms of loving. even a mother's love begins with the sexual act she performed in order to conceive her child.
...don't cringe. it's true. obviously none of us feels the need to envision our parents in that position {and you don't have to!} but one cannot, on the most basic of levels, separate the two. doing so forces a sort of schizophrenia that produces, well, shirts like this.
it is worrisome when a culture or religion relegates masturbation to furtive petting in front of a computer during a late night porn binge. there are volumes of literature from the corners of the world outlining how sexual energy can be used for healing, instruction and enlightenment, making threats of hairy palms and blindness all the more ludicrous.
we're sure that you beloveds will continue your scheduled pleasure sessions without a second thought, but we weep for the children who are being told to keep their hands to--or is it away from?--themselves.
*that link further proves the problems inherent in trying to use a plagiarized, politically edited and deliberately incomplete text as the infallible word of the divine. also problematic is the absence in said text of an initiation system or other specific means of working with said divinity--within or without oneself--beyond the bare minimums of prayer and unexplained endless rules and regulations. but that's another post.
the shirts are also mentioned on gawker, but your loving proprietress isn't too fond of the tone over there. try feministing for a better take.
so here's what initially comes to mind:
what happens when you choose to not teach your kids about sex/sexuality in a comprehensive way and they go around saddlebacking instead?
if god is love and god loves us and wants us to love ourselves, what's wrong with enjoying pleasurable feelings on one's own in the absence of marriage and/or a committed partner?
the spiritual nitpicking around what is acceptable and what isn't, which parts of scripture to uphold and which to ignore becomes more telling by the hour.*
on that note, hell, what's wrong with feeling good, period? there are far more pros to masturbation and orgasm--both scientifically and spiritually speaking--than cons.
the sexual force is what spurs creativity, life, and all forms of loving. even a mother's love begins with the sexual act she performed in order to conceive her child.
...don't cringe. it's true. obviously none of us feels the need to envision our parents in that position {and you don't have to!} but one cannot, on the most basic of levels, separate the two. doing so forces a sort of schizophrenia that produces, well, shirts like this.
it is worrisome when a culture or religion relegates masturbation to furtive petting in front of a computer during a late night porn binge. there are volumes of literature from the corners of the world outlining how sexual energy can be used for healing, instruction and enlightenment, making threats of hairy palms and blindness all the more ludicrous.
we're sure that you beloveds will continue your scheduled pleasure sessions without a second thought, but we weep for the children who are being told to keep their hands to--or is it away from?--themselves.
*that link further proves the problems inherent in trying to use a plagiarized, politically edited and deliberately incomplete text as the infallible word of the divine. also problematic is the absence in said text of an initiation system or other specific means of working with said divinity--within or without oneself--beyond the bare minimums of prayer and unexplained endless rules and regulations. but that's another post.
2.04.2009
you're such a flirt.
greetings, illuminated ones.
it's been awhile, but, to paraphrase john lennon, life is what happens while you're making other plans.
let's take a moment to examine the idea of flirtation, hm?
flirting, like any other skill, is innate for some and learned for others. one excellent treatment of the topic can be found in mama gena's school of womanly arts. one of her best tips, in our opinion, is that we should refuse to confine flirtation to the bar scene or open mic night.
flirt with yourself. turn your most aggravating chore--dusting, for instance--into an appreciative survey of the beautiful things you've surrounded yourself with, the books you love, the gifts you've been given over the years.
flirt with your food. notice the sunny juiciness of fruit. appreciate the labor and love that went into the preparation. smile to yourself as you dig into your dessert.
flirt with the universe! take your desires--no matter how "impossible"--and roll them around in your mind like a cat toys with a ball of string. hear them out. pull them to their logical conclusion and beyond.
you might be surprised at what you discover.
it's been awhile, but, to paraphrase john lennon, life is what happens while you're making other plans.
let's take a moment to examine the idea of flirtation, hm?
flirting, like any other skill, is innate for some and learned for others. one excellent treatment of the topic can be found in mama gena's school of womanly arts. one of her best tips, in our opinion, is that we should refuse to confine flirtation to the bar scene or open mic night.
flirt with yourself. turn your most aggravating chore--dusting, for instance--into an appreciative survey of the beautiful things you've surrounded yourself with, the books you love, the gifts you've been given over the years.
flirt with your food. notice the sunny juiciness of fruit. appreciate the labor and love that went into the preparation. smile to yourself as you dig into your dessert.
flirt with the universe! take your desires--no matter how "impossible"--and roll them around in your mind like a cat toys with a ball of string. hear them out. pull them to their logical conclusion and beyond.
you might be surprised at what you discover.
2.03.2009
the word
today we will examine a passage from women who run with the wolves by dr. clarissa pinkola estes, one of the sacred texts revered by witchy women worldwide.
chapter: "clear water: nourishing the creative life"
verse: "fire on the river"
chapter: "clear water: nourishing the creative life"
verse: "fire on the river"
it may also be that a woman's creative process is misunderstood or disrespected by those around her. it is up to her to inform them that when she has 'that look' in her eyes, it does not mean she is a vacant lot waiting to be filled. it means she is balancing a big cardhouse of ideas on a single fingertip, and she is carefully connecting all the cards using tiny crystalline bones and a little spit, and if she can just get it all to the table without it falling down or flying apart, she can bring an image from the unseen world into being. to speak to her in that moment is to create a harpy wind that blows the entire structure to tatters. to speak to her in that moment is to break her heart.
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