Productivity culture will deceive you (especially if you are particularly high-functioning or a former Gifted Kid) into thinking that any use of your time that can’t be monetized or leveraged for your personal advancement is worthless, and I’m here to tell you that’s the devil talking. Do shit because you like it.
When I was 10, my mom made me wear a bra and it felt like a punishment for being different.
When I was 10, I took the bra off when changing for gymnastics and accidentally dropped it in the school hallway. A teacher picked it up and said, “Oh, this must belong to you” and handed it back to me in front of everyone. I quit gymnastics.
When I was 11, I thought maybe the boobs would be okay so long as they didn’t get any bigger than would fit in my hand, so I kept measuring it, but they did.
When I was 12, I started wearing two or three sports bras to smush them down, until one day a classmate said, “Are you wearing two bras?!” while laughing.
When I was 13, a boy told me he wanted to squeeze my boobs “until they popped.”
When I was 14, I got cast in a play as an older character and a classmate told me I got the role because I had boobs.
When I was 17, my mom told me to return a swimsuit because it would be too distracting for my boyfriend’s father.
When I was 21, I got properly fitted for a bra and everyone felt the need to tell me how much better my boobs looked.
When I was 26, I got pregnant and my immediate fear was that my boobs would get bigger.
When I was 28, I got shamed for trying to feed my screaming baby in public without a cover.
When I was 28, people asked me “why are you bothering to use a breastfeeding cover?”
When I was 30, people gave me weird looks that I wasn’t yelling at my kid for putting their hand on my boob.
When I was 31, I avoided going to the beach or pool because I didn’t want to have to deal with boobs in a swimsuit.
When I was 32, I got asked, again, “why don’t you get a breast reduction?”
When I was 33, I watched a 5yo girl get shamed for running around in sweltering heat without a shirt on and had to reprimand a bunch of tween boys who thought it was okay to shame her for doing something they do all the time.
When I was 34, my kid kept patting my breast and saying “Mommy’s squishy breast!!” They will never see me express any shame about tits, because I want them to have a different mindset than I had. Yes, boobs are nice! They’re squishy! They’re fun! That’s the end of that.
I’m 35 and no longer give a fuck. I don’t care anymore. As a teenager my tits were covered in stretch marks. They’ve been engorged with milk. My nipple changed shape with pregnancy. Give it another couple decades and my breasts will probably be all wrinkly. It’s sexual when I’m using it sexually. I don’t fucking care, and I won’t be ashamed anymore.
Every time a policy or cultural hangup treats people with breasts differently, it fucks us over.
Tumblr’s new policy makes an active choice to participate in this culture of shame. By classifying “female-presenting nipples” as explicit material, Tumblr has taken a stance that any chest or breast that differs from a male default is worthy of shame and unavoidably sexual. The idea that breasts are shameful and unavoidably sexual is exactly what fucked me up for so much of my life.
Stop shaming people for having bodies.
I’ve been seething in rage thinking of this all day and @aibidil put into words what was reeling in my mind.
Since there are a few new faces around here, I thought it was a good time to introduce myself & talk a little about my life.
My name is Nicole, I am 26 & I am currently living in a bus that my boyfriend & I converted into a home. We have two cats and my boyfriend & I have been dating for 6 years. I was ridiculously sensitive as a kid as I would have prophetic dreams of traumatic events that would happen to people I knew & didn’t know, I have been able to just tell how people feel (empathic) & can see inside of peoples’ heads.
In high school, I was supposed to die thanks to having factor five which made me have blood clots in both of my legs & abdomen. A birth defect ended up saving my life & that’s a whole other story in and of itself. These health issues paved the way for me to have endless paradigm shifts which helped carve my world view while also leaving me chronically ill.
I ended up going to college for nursing (much thanks to parental pressure) & ended up dropping out after the first year so I could follow my dreams of being an artist/photographer. I was successfully doing photography until it was too much for my health & now I work from home (our bus) & have my own mystic general shop called Oh Deer & Fox. (On Instagram & Etsy)
I am living an intentional & authentic life as a witch in a bus. 🌿
I like talking about & sharing art, scary stories, spiritual anything, photography, & so much more.
Please feel free to introduce yourself so we can get to know each other.
“If you give children a vocabulary that’s large enough and complex enough to express their emotions and their ideas, you give them access to complex feelings and emotions in themselves. So that if you talk to a teenager and all they can say about how they feel is BAD, and they haven’t got, you know, a larger vocabulary for lonely, abused, insecure, frightened…I mean there’s this huge panoply which…I remember when my daughter was just telling me that she just felt bad, I bought her a thesaurus. I said, “Look up, is it sort of over lonely, or is it insecure…and look up under lonely, you’ll find two hundred words for lonely. Which one?” But what that does is that it makes you feel that there’s this huge complexity of emotions and there are words for all of them. If you want children to feel less frustrated and less disenfranchised and less unable to even feel comfortable with their own emotions, you’ll have to give them a vocabulary that’s as complicated as their inner lives. And one of the things we see in children is this incredibly reduced capacity for reporting their inner lives to the exterior world. One of the things is just teaching them poems, just teaching them to memorize poems in school, they don’t have to interpret them, if they just internalize the language of the poem, the complexity of the emotion in the poems…” –Jorie Graham, in a conversation
Staff: We’re getting rid of all adult content on Dec. 17th to combat illegal content!
Everyone: You do realize this ban only hurts the people producing legal content, right? Like, those small pages posting illegal stuff never tag their pages appropriately, and don’t care about having to remake a new blog if theirs gets nuked because they can just make a new burner account to post that stuff again.
Staff: …
Everyone: The only adult content that will likely be spreading around would be the illegal content, since you are strong-arming the legally-abiding and responsible adult content creators who take care to tag and label their content and not post anything that’s god damn illegal.
Staff: …
Everyone: That’s also assuming that there won’t be people that just continue posting adult content, either with censor bars or cuts to bypass the adult content check, or by just posting whatever anyway and not caring.
Staff: …
Everyone: None if this even addresses the racism problems that people did have, including the adult bloggers you are now getting rid of. You can’t just get rid of text posts or images of disgusting rheotoric unless there’s a nipple in the mix, yeah?
Staff: …
Everyone: Speaking of which, this new plan of yours still requires moderation, which is seemingly the main responsibility you are actively dodging with this adult content ban measure.
Staff: …
Everyone: So now, basically nothing will have changed except for all the responsible adult content creators being gone that made up a decent number of your most active and loyal users, some of the most active critics and filters of racist content users being banned, and the only people being left posting illegal content or blatantly breaking your rules to post legal adult content to spite you.
Father Brown: “I try to stay optimistic, even though I must admit, things are getting pretty sticky.”
Sid: “Here’s how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the ‘50s: As long as you weren’t still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it.”
Mrs. McCarthy: “You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.”
Lady Felicia: “Every time I walk down the street, I need everyone, all the time, to like me so much–it’s exhausting.”
Bunty: “I think Emily Dickinson’s a lesbian.”
Flambeau
: ‘Why?…Why do you do this…?’ “Because it’s the one thing you can’t replace.”
Inspector Valentine: “I know all of that, how do YOU know all of that?”
Inspector Sullivan: “I’ll just keep all my emotions right here and then one day, I’ll die.”
Inspector Mallory: ‘Inspector, we found a pool of the killer’s blood.’ “Hhmmm……gross! Mop it up! Now, back to my hunch.”
Sargeant Goodfellow: “My vibe is more like: ‘Hey, you could pour soup in my lap and I’ll probably apologize to you’.”
It switches a lot ~I love nature so I take a lot of inspiration from that in everything I do. I love comfy, Mori girl like fashion, vintage, I also like Strega fashion too in the colder months. Mostly just quirky art student vibes with undertones of countryside Latina/Welsh witch. Lots of pastel colours but also muted/deep tones too!Not sure if I even answered this question heh.
Spitfire Alice A Gra 
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