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ollymoss:

I redrew the original three starting Pokemon to better fit with the Pikachu I doodled earlier this month.

ollymoss:

I redrew the original three starting Pokemon to better fit with the Pikachu I doodled earlier this month.

perpetualwanderer:

“When the web started, I used to get really grumpy with people because they put my poems up. They put my stories up. They put my stuff up on the web. I had this belief, which was completely erroneous, that if people put your stuff up on the web and you didn’t tell them to take it down, you would lose your copyright, which actually, is simply not true. And I also got very grumpy because I felt like they were pirating my stuff, that it was bad. And then I started to notice that two things seemed much more significant. One of which was… places where I was being pirated, particularly Russia where people were translating my stuff into Russian and spreading around into the world, I was selling more and more books. People were discovering me through being pirated. Then they were going out and buying the real books, and when a new book would come out in Russia, it would sell more and more copies. I thought this was fascinating, and I tried a few experiments. Some of them are quite hard, you know, persuading my publisher for example to take one of my books and put it out for free. We took “American Gods,” a book that was still selling and selling very well, and for a month they put it up completely free on their website. You could read it and you could download it. What happened was sales of my books, through independent bookstores, because that’s all we were measuring it through, went up the following month three hundred percent. I started to realize that actually, you’re not losing books. You’re not losing sales by having stuff out there. When I give a big talk now on these kinds of subjects and people say, “Well, what about the sales that I’m losing through having stuff copied, through having stuff floating out there?” I started asking audiences to just raise their hands for one question. Which is, I’d say, “Okay, do you have a favorite author?” They’d say, “Yes.” and I’d say, “Good. What I want is for everybody who discovered their favorite author by being lent a book, put up your hands.” And then, “Anybody who discovered your favorite author by walking into a bookstore and buying a book raise your hands.” And it’s probably about five, ten percent of the people who actually discovered an author who’s their favorite author, who is the person who they buy everything of. They buy the hardbacks and they treasure the fact that they got this author. Very few of them bought the book. They were lent it. They were given it. They did not pay for it, and that’s how they found their favorite author. And I thought, “You know, that’s really all this is. It’s people lending books. And you can’t look on that as a loss of sale. It’s not a lost sale, nobody who would have bought your book is not buying it because they can find it for free.” What you’re actually doing is advertising. You’re reaching more people, you’re raising awareness. Understanding that gave me a whole new idea of the shape of copyright and of what the web was doing. Because the biggest thing the web is doing is allowing people to hear things. Allowing people to read things. Allowing people to see things that they would never have otherwise seen. And I think, basically, that’s an incredibly good thing.”

Neil Gaiman [on Copyright, Piracy, and the Commercial Value of the Web] (source)

am i an adult now?

Sometimes it feels like I used to be a different person.

When I was in Kindergarten, I apparently wanted to be a dentist. I liked centres, “Baby Beluga”, and snacks. When I was in junior high, I was devout. At sixteen, I thought I’d fallen in love, was smart, and knew what I wanted. It only lasted so long.

When I left home and started university, I felt nervous, but nonetheless fairly self-assured. I wanted to be a teacher, I was going to become a teacher. Simple. I did well enough in school, shouldn’t be a problem. I had been one of the Smart Kids growing up. I was rather arrogant about it, in fact. But then things sort of started to crash midway through my second year of university. It’s a bit of a blur now, but I remember sleeping a lot and feeling like I couldn’t make it out of bed early enough for classes. 

I used to get really frustrated and upset. I’d know I was upset, and I was aware that there was no real reason to be upset, but it didn’t change how overwhelmed I was with emotion. My inability to control my emotions was incredibly frustrating. I’d cry and hyperventilate and slap myself. 

I get up, I go to work. Sometimes they even trust me with keys to the building. It’s still kind of a student job, not something I want to do for that long, but I work with adults who treat me like an adult and give me responsibility, and usually I don’t panic. I work full time and even have benefits. 

I have a house I rent with one of my boyfriends; I pay rent and utilities successfully. My relationships are mostly stable. I can cook and make a turkey, even. (Okay, with a bit of help from my mum.) 

I still forget that I’m an adult - sometimes I literally forget my age. But I’m losing the need to justify my adulthood to myself; it’s something that simply is. I went to my staff party the other night, despite having to go by myself. I didn’t panic about having to be alone or who to talk to - much. I felt pretty, and had fun, despite being in a social situation that would have terrified me a few years ago.

It’s nice to know I’m growing.

cognitivedissonance:

I love Lisa Simpson.

cognitivedissonance:

I love Lisa Simpson.

mizenscen:

“i like my body when it is with your” by E. E. Cummings


this is actually one of my favorite poems. but it should be “e.e. cummings”, i believe… (i’m a poetry snob, heh)

mizenscen:

“i like my body when it is with your” by E. E. Cummings

this is actually one of my favorite poems. but it should be “e.e. cummings”, i believe… (i’m a poetry snob, heh)

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Boys are told from a young age that whatever they do will be excused under the “boys will be boys” mantra, and that “boys will be boys” mentality leads to what I call the “boiling frog” problem of women’s sexual boundaries. I call it that because if you put a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will jump right out, but if you put a frog into a pot of room-temperature water and slowly heat it to a boil, the frog will acclimate as it heats and never jump out, eventually boiling to death. Similarly, when we learn as young girls to tolerate “low-level” boundary violations like the ones we often are forced to suffer in silence at school, at home and on the street – bra-snapping, boob-grabbing, ass pinching, catcalling, dick flashing “all in good fun” relentless violations that adults and authorities routinely ignore – it makes it harder for us to notice when even greater boundaries are being violated, eventually leading to the reality that many women who are raped just freeze and fall silent, because that’s what they’ve been taught to do over and over since day one. You tell me what’s more infantilizing: repeatedly letting boys (and grown men) off the hook for their behavior because “boys will be boys” and we can’t ever expect any differently, or creating a consent standard in which all partners take active responsibility for their partner’s safety, and which acknowledges the truly diseased sexual culture we’re soaking in every day.

well, fuck.

perpetualwanderer:

THE SEX UNEDUCATED: On Purity Education and Its Slut-Shaming Bullshit

saynathespiffy:

theskinofourteeth:

daleksanddaisies:

Hey guys. Let’s talk about purity. I was raised in a Baptist church in the Deep South. I had a purity ring, and most of my bookshelf was stuffed with titles about “wearing white” and being “pure” and do you know what? The choice to not have sex until marriage is 100% valid and no one should make fun of or belittle it. 

However— and this is the fundamental problem with the current teaching of purity— girls don’t have a choice. It’s not a choice they make. I know that I didn’t. I thought I had chosen it by myself, but I hadn’t. I’d decided to remain pure because I was terrified of the rejection associated with “impurity.” See, we don’t make the choice for ourselves. We are led to “choose” purity via this intense, constant use of shame.

I went to one weekend retreat that said, “Do you want to be a disposable paper cup, or fine china?” as a metaphor for whether or not a girl has sex outside of marriage. I read an anecdote in a book about how every time a girl had sex, she was like a pearl being whittled away at until it had no value at all. Constantly, they would bring up the hymen, as this mystical wall between your purity and your whorishness, and imagine my surprise when I saw an actual medical diagram and realized, well, number one, your first time shouldn’t hurt that much because this “wall” doesn’t actually exist and number two, there’s no way to medically tell if a girl is a virgin or not.

Basically what they teach in purity education, whether in so many words or not, is that if you are not a virgin you have less value as an individual. THIS ISN’T TRUE.

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I refuse to believe that this is true. What is this, sex trafficking, where you auction off virgins to the highest bidder? Why are we assigning value to people based on what’s been in their vaginas? We don’t have the same standard for boys, we don’t cram it down their throats that they are filthy, broken, used things that no one will want if they do the deed. I mean sure, it’s mentioned, but there isn’t this systematic reinforcement, like there is for girls. 

So here’s the thing. Being a virgin until marriage is a hard decision. It’s a decision that anyone can choose, a decision that I will defend and if I hear anyone calling these girls prudes or saying that they are anti-feminist for making this decision for themselves, then I have beef with those people, because prude-shaming is just as vile and backwards as slut-shaming (this is another post entirely, stay tuned). Fin, the point is that Purity, as it is taught now, is not for girls, as it should be. I forever regret the way I was taught to speak in whispers of the “paper-cup” girls, because truly, it is their decision, and it isn’t any of your damned business.

The men that say a woman has less value if she doesn’t want children, if she curses, if she isn’t a virgin, the men who tell other men to RUN, they don’t give a shit about real women. They don’t know how to love a real woman. They want a wife, in the antiquated sense of the term.  Another anecdote from a purity book: A woman and her husband come home, crossing the threshold to their bedroom on their first night of marriage. They are shocked; the room is full of garbage. It stinks, and there are strange men leering at the couple, saying “Hey baby,” to the poor, terrified wife, who then realizes that this is all her fault because these are all the men she has ever slept with, and the sexual baggage associated with them. The wife tearfully apologizes to her long-suffering husband, who mysteriously has zero emotional or sexual baggage to be mentioned. 

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Can we all please call bullshit on this scenario? If you’re waiting until marriage, do it for yourself. Do it for your faith. But if a man will love you less if you have had sex, if he looks at you like you’re dirty or he is disappointed in any way, he’s not worth waiting for anyways. If you feel ashamed of yourself, you shouldn’t. After all, Christianity teaches that there’s total forgiveness… so what’s the deal here? You are not a paper cup, you are not a whittled-away pearl, you are not an object to be considered “damaged.” Don’t decide to be a virgin out of fear. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that virginity is something that can be “lost,” and once you have sex you turn into a sex-crazed harlot. No, as always, as ever, the choices you make about your character, your education, what you read and what you watch and what you value and how you spend your time, all of these things will define who you are as an individual far more than whether or not you’ve had sex. Having a penis inside of you is not nearly as important or life-changing as people with penises would lead you to believe. 

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When I got to the part about the girls don’t get a choice, I wanted to cry.

I’ve needed someone to say that since I was ten.

That’s very sad. And it’s true. You really don’t get a choice. When one of your options involves everyone shunning you and treating you as inferior, that’s not a real choice.

I don’t care what anyone does or doesn’t do, but the whole “purity” crap just pisses me right the fuck off. If you call yourself pure you imply that everyone else is not, is somehow less-than. And that’s bullshit and you need to STFU.

Oh, and as for the mention of sex trafficking, purity does play a pretty big role. Nearly every time I’ve read an account of girls who were trafficked, there is some point where they mention that their captors raped them. Why? I didn’t understand it at first. Then I read about how most of these girls will stop fighting after they’ve been raped the first time because they’re “ruined” now and no man will want them. So they just give up.

Yeah, real nice. Good work there, purity myth.

Oh, and while I’m at it: saving your virginity so that you can get a “good” man is basically using it as a commodity and using it for wealth and social status. How is that not prostitution? How does that make you better?

Super torn here. So. Fucking. Hot. 
But the Sandman is for reading, not sexing!

Super torn here. So. Fucking. Hot. 

But the Sandman is for reading, not sexing!