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“Purity is an illusion. The idea of purity has been used as an excuse for calamities like honor killings, bride burnings, child molestation. Purification is genocide.”// Alice Glass

wearecrystalcastles:

 

Purity is an illusion. The idea of purity has been used as an excuse for calamities like honor killings, bride burnings, child molestation. Purification is genocide.”// Alice Glass

Beck = one of my personal style icons.

theatlantic:

Living Myths About Virginity

Laci Green grabs a thin sheet of latex, stretches it over the end of an empty toilet paper tube, and starts cutting away with a pair of scissors. “I’m makin’ a hymennn,” she sings before holding up the finished product to the camera, where, on the other side, more than 700,000 subscribers now await her every upload. “Ta-da!”

Since 2008, the 24-year-old YouTube sex educator has been making informational videos about everything from slut shaming and body image to genital hygiene and finding the G-spot. This particular scene comes from a clip called "You Can’t POP Your Cherry (HYMEN 101)" which explains, with the kind of bubbly, web-savvy humor that makes her a popular vlogger, that the hymen isn’t a membrane that needs to bleed or be broken during intercourse—it’s actually just small, usually elastic folds of mucous tissue that only partially cover the vaginal opening and can, but don’t always, tear if stretched. A year and a half after it premiered, with well more than one million views, Green’s video debunking one of the most enduring misconceptions about virginity is also one of the most popular segment she’s ever recorded.

For a lot of women (and men), Green’s message is hardly news, for any number of reasons. Several comments on the video, which still arrive almost daily, point that out. But other comments tell a different story: that myths about virginity, sex, and basic biology still pervade even among sexually active adults, and when those myths get reinforced by vacuums of reliable information and sexist messages ingrained in popular culture, they can have serious consequences for women’s health.

Read more. [Image: Jaynneandd/Flickr]

Here’s the best article I’ve read about Woody Allen’s child molestation controversy.

I admit that when I first heard about it I didn’t want to believe it. I like Allen’s art. He is funny and insightful. It’s hard to imagine that kind of a darkness in him.

I’m not sure whether he is guilty or not, but I can’t vehemently claim that he is innocent, and I think that those who do are misguided. The idea that Dylan Farrow would publicly lie about sexual assault solely out of vengeance is hard to believe.

At the very least, she should be allowed to be heard.

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"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

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"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

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"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

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"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

Look what people did to my post haha…and the notes though. <3 arpeggia:

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"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

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"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

Look what people did to my post haha…and the notes though. <3 arpeggia:

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"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

Look what people did to my post haha…and the notes though. <3 arpeggia:

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"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

Look what people did to my post haha…and the notes though. <3

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"And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after," the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. "Didya like that, Mister Boogey?"

No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.

"Mister Boogey?" she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat.  When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?

The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.

"Gotcha," the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.

The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.

"I thought you left!" She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.

"Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?" The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”

Look what people did to my post haha…and the notes though. <3

lizclimo:

topical.

just like last year

Liz Phair - “Strange Loop”

The fire you like so much in me

Is the mark of someone adamantly free…

I can’t be trusted, they’re saying

I can’t be true

But I only wanted more than I knew.

Bon Iver - “Can’t Make You Love Me”

I didn’t realize this was a cover until today. Beautiful and heartbreaking.

This is a really great article about how the “social script of stranger rape” is largely inaccurate.

The majority of rapes are committed by a small group of men. These men also disproportionately commit violent crimes against women and children. Or to quote the article:

If we could eliminate the men who rape again and again and again, a quarter of the violence against women and children would disappear.

Overall, an informative and powerful article.