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I am so lame when it comes to popular music, and I don’t mean lame in the cool hipster “I don’t follow the mainstream” way. I mean lame as in “I have no idea what radio station plays the Top 40 hits and unless a song is performed on Dancing With the Stars or has to do with Madonna or Kylie Minogue” kind of way. I’m telling you all this because I know I’m way too late to the Blurred Lines Party. I had no idea about “Blurred Lines” lines until my sister came to visit a couple weeks ago. It’s a catchy song with a music video filled with naked ladies.

However, this parody by New Zealand law students is pretty fantastic. I also enjoyed boylesque troupe Mod Carousel’s version. Men prancing around and dancing in their underwear looks pretty ridiculous, but I guess that’s the point of objectification — turning a person into a dancing object.

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It’s Labor Day, so watch a documentary about going into labor on Netflix. Ricki Lake gives birth in a bathtub.

It’s Labor Day, so watch a documentary about going into labor on Netflix. Ricki Lake gives birth in a bathtub.

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"He was going to stab me, so I had to push it." - Civil Rights activist Gloria Richardson. Watch her whole interview about women activists at the March on Washington here

Make sure you watch Amy Goodman’s interview with Gloria Richardson, civil rights activist and one of the few woman able to speak at the March on Washington. I write “speak” loosely because all she managed to say was “Hello” to the crowd before she was escorted off the stage.

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Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But 100 years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men — yes, black men as well as white men — would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check that has come back marked “insufficient funds.”

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. 1963 is not an end but a beginning. Those who hoped that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “for whites only.” We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today my friends — so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning “My country ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father’s died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!”

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi — from every mountainside.

Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring — when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children — black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics — will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

— Martin Luther King Jr., August 28, 1963 at the Lincoln Memorial during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom

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As mentioned earlier, I love checking out books through my public library’s Overdrive selection because it means I don’t have to go anywhere and have instant gratification for my reading desires. Unfortunately many books I want to read have long waiting lists, so rather than let my Kindle stay empty, I opt for books immediately available. For some reason or another, my online library has lots of Harlequin Romances to instantly download, and I’ve now read more than I ever thought I would in my entire lifetime. I admit, most I read in jest and for a good laugh. Many titles are from their historical romance bodice rippers series and use flowery language to describe sex scenes. Things like, “Genevieve leaned her sex into Allister’s throbbing manhood. She felt it stiffen and rise as her womanhood began to dampen and pout for his touch.”
Awhile ago, Harlequin announced a partnership with Cosmopolitan magazine and created a new publishing imprint entitled Cosmo Red-Hot Reads. No doubt these were created to quell the desire of the Fifty Shades of Grey frenzy. The heroines in these novels are supposed to be young, smart, and career-driven, but also have passionate no holds barred sex. Their first title, Afterburn by Sylvia Day, was just released on August 15. Being bored with Shades and not ready to read another period piece, I saw it for $3.00 at the Kindle store and thought, “What the hell?”
Afterburn is much more realistic than the bodice rippers and a hell of a lot more entertaining than Shades. Yes, the language is still a bit too ornate and euphemism-filled, but I saw no mentions of “womanhood”, “manhood”, or comparisons to flowers. Day is also a much better writer than EL James and her sex scenes are far more believable.  Here’s just a taste.

He thrust hard, sinking deep in one lunge, wrenching a cry from me as I fell hard into orgasm. Neck arched and eyes squeezed shut, I lay taut as the pleasure pulsed through me, my core tightening on the powerfully thick cock inside me.

For $3.00, I was quite impressed with the novel and not too disappointed at it being such a quick read. At the same time, I’m not overly invested in the characters either and don’t see my self eagerly awaiting the sequel’s November 12 release date. It was a good distraction from the many times I got fed up with the ridiculousness that is Shades, and reminded me not all romance protagonists are insane whiny girls who remind me way too much of Bella Swan (get your own shitty characters!). If you need something to occupy your time and have $3.00 to spare, I recommend. It’s certainly not the stereotypical Harlequin you’ve come to expect.

As mentioned earlier, I love checking out books through my public library’s Overdrive selection because it means I don’t have to go anywhere and have instant gratification for my reading desires. Unfortunately many books I want to read have long waiting lists, so rather than let my Kindle stay empty, I opt for books immediately available. For some reason or another, my online library has lots of Harlequin Romances to instantly download, and I’ve now read more than I ever thought I would in my entire lifetime. I admit, most I read in jest and for a good laugh. Many titles are from their historical romance bodice rippers series and use flowery language to describe sex scenes. Things like, “Genevieve leaned her sex into Allister’s throbbing manhood. She felt it stiffen and rise as her womanhood began to dampen and pout for his touch.”

Awhile ago, Harlequin announced a partnership with Cosmopolitan magazine and created a new publishing imprint entitled Cosmo Red-Hot Reads. No doubt these were created to quell the desire of the Fifty Shades of Grey frenzy. The heroines in these novels are supposed to be young, smart, and career-driven, but also have passionate no holds barred sex. Their first title, Afterburn by Sylvia Day, was just released on August 15. Being bored with Shades and not ready to read another period piece, I saw it for $3.00 at the Kindle store and thought, “What the hell?”

Afterburn is much more realistic than the bodice rippers and a hell of a lot more entertaining than Shades. Yes, the language is still a bit too ornate and euphemism-filled, but I saw no mentions of “womanhood”, “manhood”, or comparisons to flowers. Day is also a much better writer than EL James and her sex scenes are far more believable.  Here’s just a taste.

He thrust hard, sinking deep in one lunge, wrenching a cry from me as I fell hard into orgasm. Neck arched and eyes squeezed shut, I lay taut as the pleasure pulsed through me, my core tightening on the powerfully thick cock inside me.

For $3.00, I was quite impressed with the novel and not too disappointed at it being such a quick read. At the same time, I’m not overly invested in the characters either and don’t see my self eagerly awaiting the sequel’s November 12 release date. It was a good distraction from the many times I got fed up with the ridiculousness that is Shades, and reminded me not all romance protagonists are insane whiny girls who remind me way too much of Bella Swan (get your own shitty characters!). If you need something to occupy your time and have $3.00 to spare, I recommend. It’s certainly not the stereotypical Harlequin you’ve come to expect.

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Let’s talk about the special sauce

Anonymous: Female/gay; I gave my girlfriend oral a couple weeks ago for the first time. She tasted really spicy — like it actually stung my tongue spicy. Is this normal?

Unofficial non-peer-reviewed research has shown that our own personal tastes and flavors are derived from our diets. Eat lots of sodium? You’ll probably have saltier tasting semen or pussy juice. Love fruits and vegetables? You’ll most likely be sweet and mild.

However, I have never heard about anyone tasting as spicy and lip-tingly as my favorite Thai restaurant’s Pad Thai dish. That doesn’t sound normal nor very pleasant, and I would encourage you to tell your girlfriend to see her doctor. Vaginal secretions are made up of delicate flora and their smell, look, and probably even taste can tell a whole lot about the vaginal health of the owner. Cloudy grey, fishy smelling, or cottage cheese curdled discharge are telltale signs of an STI or yeast infection. It wouldn’t hurt to have her see the doc and make sure everything’s A+ in the vulva department.

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Let’s talk about losing it

Anonymous: Wats the right age to lose ur virginity

I would suggest waiting until you can write full words and use punctuation.

Okay, I kid! I kid! It’s just a pet peeve of mine when people write me messages like a 14-year-old girl composing a text message to her BFF.

If you ask Anastasia Steele — 21 just of shy of 22. Katherine Danziger in Forever — 17. Anne Welles in Valley of the Dolls — I think 19 or 20? Carnie Wilson — 13.

My point is, age is irrelevant because it all matters to the individual/you and whether or they/you think they/you are ready. Most of the time your readiness is in relation your maturity level. Can you handle the responsibility that comes with being sexually active? Are you prepared to prevent against pregnancy and STIs/STDs? Are you too embarrassed to buy condoms? Do you trust your partner? Do you know how to end a question with a question mark? Answer no to any of these inquiries — then you are most likely not ready.

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Planned Parenthood’s got seven lovely reasons for us to look forward to Obamacare being activated in October. As US Secretary for Health and Human Services Kathleen Sebelius most recently stated, “The law is in place. People are still arguing about whether it should be repealed or shouldn’t be repealed, but it is in place.” Like it or, and I happen to like it very much, this is the law, and let’s get educated on it.

Planned Parenthood’s got seven lovely reasons for us to look forward to Obamacare being activated in October. As US Secretary for Health and Human Services Kathleen Sebelius most recently stated, “The law is in place. People are still arguing about whether it should be repealed or shouldn’t be repealed, but it is in place.” Like it or, and I happen to like it very much, this is the law, and let’s get educated on it.

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Sorry for the unintended break, but I think I’m ready to come back. I had many months to move, digest a career change, become my own boss as a freelancer, develop an opinion for Ben Affleck as Batman, and read too many books thanks my new public library’s Overdrive selection. Actually, because of the library, I’ve also finally gotten the chance to read Fifty Shades of Grey without having to purchase the damn thing. I mean, I haven’t finished it, but I damn well intend to because I want to know what all the fuss is/was about. Good god do the main characters annoy the hell out me!  I hate reading novels where I couldn’t give two flying shits about the main protagonist, BUT THE THINGS I SUFFER THROUGH FOR SMUT’S SACK! As far as titillating sex goes, I’ve certainly read much much much better. And how did EL James decide upon “inner goddess” as a vulva euphemism?
But Shades aside, I have work to, which includes lots of Obamacare updates because the uninsured like myself have to know these things, love for Wendy Davis, and questions to answer. Come along, dear readers, and venture with me once again in the crazy world of sexual politics. I hope I don’t disappoint you too much.

And is anyone else besides me in strangely love with Salad Fingers?

Sorry for the unintended break, but I think I’m ready to come back. I had many months to move, digest a career change, become my own boss as a freelancer, develop an opinion for Ben Affleck as Batman, and read too many books thanks my new public library’s Overdrive selection. Actually, because of the library, I’ve also finally gotten the chance to read Fifty Shades of Grey without having to purchase the damn thing. I mean, I haven’t finished it, but I damn well intend to because I want to know what all the fuss is/was about. Good god do the main characters annoy the hell out me!  I hate reading novels where I couldn’t give two flying shits about the main protagonist, BUT THE THINGS I SUFFER THROUGH FOR SMUT’S SACK! As far as titillating sex goes, I’ve certainly read much much much better. And how did EL James decide upon “inner goddess” as a vulva euphemism?

But Shades aside, I have work to, which includes lots of Obamacare updates because the uninsured like myself have to know these things, love for Wendy Davis, and questions to answer. Come along, dear readers, and venture with me once again in the crazy world of sexual politics. I hope I don’t disappoint you too much.

And is anyone else besides me in strangely love with Salad Fingers?

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That distraction that is life

Sorry for being MIA. I’ve had lots of stuff happen since my last posting many months ago. I quit my job, I moved to another major metropolitan Texas city, and I started employing myself through freelance work. It’s all been very busy. I’ve also been a little disheartened with our world, which isn’t exactly a good motivator. Prominent people are passing away and will never have fruit punch again or yawn or brush their hair. Others are getting away with murder. Texas lawmakers and my shitty excuse for a governor are making abortion access nearly impossible, which makes me grateful I have never been in the position to seek an abortion, but sad knowing many others aren’t as fortunate as I. And Tuesday I turn a year older, and I guess I’m supposed to be excited, but in actuality, I don’t really care and nearly forgot until someone pointed it out to me last Thursday. So yes, distractions abound, and I hope to get back into the swing of things, but I don’t know. I’m tired and poor, and right now I should work on not being poor and tired and getting health insurance once again. You know, priorities that come with being a responsible adult.

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Let’s talk about sugar pills

Anonymous: On what placebo pill do girls start their period? I just had sex with my new boyfriend for the first time last week. We used condoms, and I’m on the pill. I have taken 4 placebo pills already. I’m spotting, but my period isn’t coming, and I’m having heart attacks. I keep getting told by friends that a lot of them don’t start their periods till the last placebo and going onto the new pack of birth control. Am I worrying over nothing?

If you just started taking birth control, then it might take awhile for your body to regulate to the hormones. Your starting date depends on a number of factors like your own body’s natural menstrual cycle, the type of pill you are on, and diet. With my birth control (Sprintec), I usually menstruate by the third day of placebo pills. You should not be worried. You had protected sex and are taking an oral contraceptive.

If you continue to never have a period on birth control, or it becomes irregular, then I suggest you see your doctor. S/he may want to switch you to a contrapcetive with different hormone levels in order to better accommodate your body.

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Anonymous
Just out of curiosity, what does Dr. Bronner's taste like? I've used it as laundry detergent, but never toothpaste...

Not very good.

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Did any of you happen to catch Independent Lens on Monday night? They aired a great documentary called Wonder Women! The Untold Story of American Superheroines, all about the history of Wonder Woman and female superheroes. Me, being the comic book fan that I am, loved every minute of it. They interviewed lots of notable women, including Gloria Steinem, Gail Simone, Kathleen Hanna, and adorable little comic book fangirls. In addition to Wonder Woman, the doc also discusses other strong television heroines like Buffy Summers and Xena. I highly recommend you give it a viewing.

You can stream the program in its entirety here on the PBS website until June 14.

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damnsoprochoice:

Mitsake this comic makes:
1. Calling abortion infantcide — it’s just not2. Acting as if Gosnell did abortions — he did not.
Look carefully, pro-lifers, cases like the one with Gosnell will be exactly what will happen if abortion becomes illegal

Important, readers.

damnsoprochoice:

Mitsake this comic makes:

1. Calling abortion infantcide — it’s just not
2. Acting as if Gosnell did abortions — he did not.

Look carefully, pro-lifers, cases like the one with Gosnell will be exactly what will happen if abortion becomes illegal

Important, readers.

(via rhrealitycheck)

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My sister sent me this Playtex Fresh + Sexy Intimate Wipes advertisement she she found in her recent issue of Glamour magazine. The tagline reads, “A clean beaver always finds more wood.” The copy at the bottom says, “Introducing new Fresh+Sexy wipes by Playtex. The before and after intimate wipes that get you ready for whatever comes next. CLEAN WHERE IT COUNTS.” According to Playtex’s website, these wipes marketed for men and women are “specifically designed for use before and after sexual activity – so you can feel confidently clean and ready for whatever comes next.”
Readers, I just want to tell you there’s nothing wrong with a quick splash of water and toilet paper. We all know quickies happen and can be quite the turn-on, but being fresh out of a bedroom romp doesn’t mean you’re dirty “WHERE IT COUNTS” (or any other place for that matter). You don’t need to wipe yourself with a mixture of citric acid, fragrance, and propylene glycol. You smell just fine. Save your $7.50 and buy some Dr. Bronner’s Magic Soap instead. That stuff is so natural — I’ve even brushed my teeth with it.

My sister sent me this Playtex Fresh + Sexy Intimate Wipes advertisement she she found in her recent issue of Glamour magazine. The tagline reads, “A clean beaver always finds more wood.” The copy at the bottom says, “Introducing new Fresh+Sexy wipes by Playtex. The before and after intimate wipes that get you ready for whatever comes next. CLEAN WHERE IT COUNTS.” According to Playtex’s website, these wipes marketed for men and women are “specifically designed for use before and after sexual activity – so you can feel confidently clean and ready for whatever comes next.”

Readers, I just want to tell you there’s nothing wrong with a quick splash of water and toilet paper. We all know quickies happen and can be quite the turn-on, but being fresh out of a bedroom romp doesn’t mean you’re dirty “WHERE IT COUNTS” (or any other place for that matter). You don’t need to wipe yourself with a mixture of citric acid, fragrance, and propylene glycol. You smell just fine. Save your $7.50 and buy some Dr. Bronner’s Magic Soap instead. That stuff is so natural — I’ve even brushed my teeth with it.

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