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I think my favorite things in all of existence are flaccid cock pictures. I’m not kidding when I say that. It’s always an amazing intervention on the Cock As Weapon Of War narrative that loves to position cock as swords or otherwise bully type creatures.

To see a beautifully flaccid cock allows one to imagine a new type of cock based sexuality, a new way of being a cock bearer, etc etc. This is not one of my favorite flaccid cock pictures—but it is nice. I do like it. I especially enjoy his flaccid show offy look at how big I am even tho i’m flaccid hmmmmm thoughtful expression. :D

(what happens when you use an image from barelyferal and a quote from midwesternmountainmama)

“A part of me has become immortal, out of my control.”

‘[T]hey started going to crime scenes, where their angelic messages were often greeted with odd stares, and occasionally tears.

“Colbert: Why would you walk away from rock superstardom? Hot and cold running women!

Eno: Funnily enough, that didn’t stop when I walked away.”

- Yes.

“In 1999, Paterno defended linebacker LaVar Arrington after he assaulted a defenseless Pitt punter in the middle of a game. Then in 2000 he allowed quarterback Rashard Casey to start every game despite being charged with assaulting a cop. In subsequent years according to Chris Korman, “Players were constantly getting into violent altercations with other students…. There were fights at the ice skating rink, the union building at the center of campus, frats, apartments, houses.” Former Ravens cornerback Anwar Phillips was accused of sexual assault, yet was allowed to “play in a bowl game before serving his two-semester suspension”. Korman looked into “probably a half-dozen others [sexual assault cases] that never went to trial. Women were fearful they’d never get a fair trial in State College. Victims of beatings knew the scales of justice were already tilted against them. ESPN actually compiled numbers to show just how rambunctious it got in Happy Valley, reporting that from 2002 to 2008 there were 46 players charged with 163 counts.” In 2006, LaVon Chisley, a defensive end who spent three years in the program, killed a fellow student by stabbing him 93 times. This was after he took loans from sports agents and became academically ineligible to play football. However, he was allowed to participate in Penn State’s Pro Day. Paterno even went so far as to say Tony Johnson, a wide receiver arrested for DUI “didn’t do anything to anyone.” Sports Illustrated in 2011 declared Penn State as one of the worst schools in college football for players with police records with 16 players charged.”

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I Bleed Crimson Red: Paterno knew in 1990s about multiple Sandusky child molestations, may face new state and federal investigations

oh, look. turns out that when you’re trying to cover up a child prostitution ring, you don’t much care when your players stab somebody 90 times or rape/beat multiple women.

as far as I’m concerned, fuck firing people, they need to shut down the entire fucking dept, if not the school (the rest of the school, mostly just to perform oversight and examine how money from the football program/athletic dept has made it into the rest of the depts,)—and do some *serious* institutional reorganizing. no more police chief serving the football coach, no more sponserships and donations to keep the program running, no more men only programs/departments/teams/etc (not saying that other genders present will stop rape, but that it’s *acceptability* of the “men only” space that makes it ok to determine under what conditions “outsiders” (i.e. children, women, fellow students, etc) will be allowed into the space—and it’s NOT ok for men to decide how others will be a part of their community)

“bumper stickers and fridge magnets remind us that life is not a rehearsal. we encourage one another toward the secular modern heaven of self-fulfillment: the development of the personality, the relationships which help define us, the status-giving job, the material goods, the ownership of property, the foreign holidays, the acquisition of savings, the accumulation of sexual exploits, the visits to the gym, the consumption of culture. it all adds up to happiness, doesn’t it—doesn’t it? this is our chosen myth, and almost as much of a delusion as the myth that insisted on fulfillment and rapture when the last trump sounded and the graves were flung open, when the healed and perfected souls joined in the community of saints and angels. but if life is viewed as a rehearsal, or a preparation, or an anteroom, or whichever metaphor we choose, but at any rate as something contingent, something dependent on a greater reality elsewhere, then it becomes at the same time less valuable and more serious. those parts of the world where religion has drained away and there is a general acknowledgement that this short stretch of time is all we have, are not, on the whole, more serious places than those where heads are still jerked by the cathedral’s bell or the minaret’s muezzin. on the whole, they yield to a frenetic materialism; although the ingenious human animal is well capable of constructing civilizations where religion coexists with frenetic materialism (where the former might even be an emetic consequence of the latter): witness america.”

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Julian Barnes  (via clavicola)

Yes. Connected to discussion last night about self-awareness as a narcissistic rhetorical disorder vs as a starting point for change.

Also the political act of taking your bra off.

[Flash 10 is required to watch video.]

choire:

Not sure which one I am (both?) but this is definitely about my entire life.

I really like the little moment of self-care at the end.

creaturesofcomfort:

Eileen Agar was a Female Surrealist.  Pictured on the left wearing her piece “Ceremonial Hat For Eating Bouilliabase”

Right, “Angel of Mercy” 1934, left “Precious Stones” 1936.

“I’ve enjoyed life and it shows through, like a transparent skirt.”

Transported.

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For lovers of corduroy, including Sandra Pieloch of Brooklyn, N.Y., no day can ever be more meaningful than 11/11/11.

“It’s the day that most closely resembles corduroy ever,” says Ms. Pieloch, a 35-year-old graphic designer. “It’s the date we’ve been preparing for.”

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Thank you for this, Wall Street Journal. (via motherjones)

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