Christians protecting Muslims as they pray during the NLC rally in Abuja on 1/10/12.
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"Ask me what kind of porn I’m into,
and I will take you on a magical journey to
What turns me on
is Ginny Weasley in the Restricted Section with her skirt hiked up,
Sirius Black in a secret passageway
solemnly swearing he is up to no good,
and Draco Malfoy
in the Room of Requirement
Slytherin in to my Chamber of Secrets,
I am an unapologetic consumer of
all things Potterotica,
and the sexiest part
is not the way
Cho Chang rides that broomstick,
or the sound of Myrtle moaning,
the sexiest part
is knowing they are part of a bigger story,
that they exist beyond eight minutes in
“Titty Titty Gang Bang,”
that their kegels
are not the strongest thing about them,
I am told that my porn is unrealistic.
Not quite as erotic
as flashing ads that say “JUST TURNED 18!”
so you can fantasize about fucking
the youngest girl you won’t go to jail for;
I’m told that my porn isn’t quite as lifelike
as a room full of lesbians begging for cock,
told that this
is what is supposed to turn me on,
Don’t you give me raw meat
and tell me it is nourishment,
I know a slaughterhouse when I see one.
It looks like 24/7 live streaming
that men are going to fuck me
whether I like it or not,
that there is one use for my mouth
and it is not speaking,
that a man is his most powerful
when he’s got a woman by the hair;
The first time a man I loved
held me by the wrists and called me a whore,
I did not think, “RUN.”
I thought, “This is just like the movies,”
I know a slaughterhouse when I see one.
It looks like websites and seminars
teaching you how to fuck more bitches;
Looks like 15-year-old boys
bullied for being virgins;
It looks like the man who did not flinch
when I said “Stop,”
and he heard, “try harder,”
If you play-act at butchery long enough
you grow used to
the sounds of the screaming.
It is just a side effect of industry;
Everything gets cut
into small, marketable pieces,
you can almost forget
they were ever real bodies.
I will not practice bloody hands.
I will not make-believe dissected women.
My sex cannot be packaged,
my sex is magic,
it is part of a bigger story;
I am whole.
I exist when you are not fucking me,
and I will not be cut into pieces
Brenna Twohy, FANTASTIC BREASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM
Brenna’s slam poetry has gone unexpectedly and brilliantly viral — but she’s about so much more than Harry Potter
""Professor: "You are a Christian aren’t you son?"
Einstein: (as a student) "Yes sir." "So you believe in God?" "Absolutely sir." "Is God good"? "Sure." "Is God all powerful?" "Yes."
“My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to heal others who are ill. But God didn’t. How is this God good then?… You can’t answer, can you? Let’s start again, young fella. Is God good?” “Yes.” “Is satan good?” “No.” “Where does satan come from?” “From God.” “Yes.” “Evil is everywhere isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct?” “Yes.” “So who created evil? … Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All those terrible things exist in the world, don’t they” “Yes sir.” “So who created them?… Science says you have five senses. Senses you have to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me son, have you ever seen God?” “No sir.” “Have you ever felt you God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?” “No sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.” “Yet you still believe in Him?” “Yes.” “According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol,Science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that son?” “Nothing. I only have my faith.” “Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.”
Professor, is there such a thing as heat? “Yes.” And is there such a thing as cold? “Yes.” “No, sir. There isn’t…. Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further than that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. … What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?” “What is night if there isn’t darkness?” “You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? In reality,darkness isn’t. If it is, well you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you? So what is the point you are making, young man? Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed. Flawed? Can you explain how? Sir you are working on the premise on duality. You argue there is life and there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey? If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes of course I do. Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir? … Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? Is there anyone in this class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain? Is there anyone who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it ?No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?” “I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.” “That is it sir…Exactly! The link between man and God is faith. This is all that keeps things alive and moving."
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"I am too tired and I miss you too much."
- Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren (via madnessandhoney)
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