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Beauty, Sex, Games: A clash of world views. Or; bad reasoning in the real world part 4.

hardhoney:

somekindamonkeyz:

cross posted at idon’tknowwhatIam

Today a model on tumblr (Jin-Ja) received this hostile judgement over a nude photo shoot:

“do women have any dignity at all anymore? she states that one day she will be “brave enough” to shoot with him and then bam! She’s comfortable enough with a…

Case rested :)

The woman placing the complaint posted their comments not on tumblr, but on a fleshbot article about Insuh’s shoot. Another commenter said they “should stop projecting [their] regrets on other people” to which the original complainant responded:
“I have no regrets. Zero. We live and we learn. Then we grow up and realize that stuff like this is not cool. I also never stooped low enough to venture into porn. This is porn, not art. Helmut Newton, Man Ray they created art by using the female form. Showcasing its beauty. Not some dude with a fancy camera and an expensive zoom lens who takes smutty pictures of the body. It’s not beautiful once you take photos like this, it becomes offending. To each his own.”

They claim to take issue with porn, and with “smutty pictures” but does anyone find it interesting that they chose Fleshbot as the forum to voice these opinions? How many people actually spend time reading Fleshbot but don’t like porn?

(Source: beautysexgames, via clairerenardchasseur)

newsyork: Park Slope is very close to being officially extended to include parts of South Slope and Gowanus, with a parcel of contested Windsor Terrace space thrown in for good measure. In the coming Arenapocalypse, when South Slope grows strong with the exodus of proper Slopers fleeing the franchise encroachment that will come with the Barclays Center, we shall erect a great wall along 9th Street until they take our unsullied streets off their neighborhood’s roster. [via Curbed]

newsyork:

Park Slope is very close to being officially extended to include parts of South Slope and Gowanus, with a parcel of contested Windsor Terrace space thrown in for good measure. In the coming Arenapocalypse, when South Slope grows strong with the exodus of proper Slopers fleeing the franchise encroachment that will come with the Barclays Center, we shall erect a great wall along 9th Street until they take our unsullied streets off their neighborhood’s roster. [via Curbed]

But most of the time, my dear, I just feel like this

But most of the time, my dear, I just feel like this

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden, that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.

Pablo Neruda

She Tells Her Love by Robert Ranke Graves


She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

from Rumi

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.