I apparently missed out on stuff from:
puffle that made her embarrassed (??)
amy that made a few people question their heterosexuality (??)
something something sex on the wall?
something something boobs?
something something no pants day?
something something no panties night?
Last year I found out the hard way that one can’t take a position like “routine circumcision of infant males is genital mutilation” without attracting unwanted attention. I was so freaked out by the ensuing vicious personal attacks, in fact, that I promised myself that for the sake of my sanity and my son’s safety I’d never mention the issue publicly again.
I realize I’m making myself vulnerable by talking about this. I don’t care. It’s too important.
And if you feel like I’m personally attacking you and/or your religion? Do yourself a favor and read/watch the materials I link to. Educate yourself. After that, if you still want to, you may harangue me to your heart’s content.
I, for one, agree. It’s an outdated, illogical, cruel and unnecessary mutilation that serves no purpose what.so.ever. Seriously, if one person even begins to claim cleanliness in an age of a million and one products, I’m going to bitch slap you into last millennium.
And for those that claim religious reasons, one very simple question: Did God Make A Mistake By Creating The Foreskin?
Name: Taiss Tumblr Name: xntrek Nicknames: Bob, “Hey You”, Taz, Tazman, Dr Taiss, AmaTaiss Birthday: Yes, I have one, this is not in vitro! Age: [Current Date] - [Aug 1973] Location: Outer South-East Melbourne, Victoria, Australia Current school/job: Enterprise Solutions Architect Sexual orientation: any which way, but do prefer against gravity Status: On. Random fact(s) about yourself: Umn … I’m random? Also, I do not have an enormous schwanzstucker. At least I don’t think so. Hobbies/Interests: Reading, Photography, blogging, social media, meeting people in real life, Do you smoke/drink: Not anymore / Yes, but in moderation. Favorite Tumblr blogs? Too many to count Why Tumblr? Because, it’s a community. Because, I like the brain dumps. Because, It allows us to be real.
It has come to my attention that seeking me out across the interwebs may be a cause of mouse induced RSI and that under new Occupational Health and Safety regulations, I must do what I can to alleviate any behaviour that fosters such injuries.
Thus I have updated my card.ly profile to allow you to quickly and efficiently find me on the web 1.0 and 2.0 social networks. I hope this assists you and removes any undue physical stress you may otherwise have endured.
Whether we are talking about friends or lovers, the rules are the same. It’s a three legged stool. Just four parts we need to remember and foster:
Communication I would think this is pretty self explanatory, but without it you don’t have much of anything. For a relationship to worlk, you need to be able to communicate. You need to always be able to talk about anything. If you only have one topic you can talk about, make sure it’s a big one.
Most importantly, remember, communication is a two way street.
Compromise Speaking of two way streets, compromising is another aspect of the relationship. You will never see eye to eye on all things. At some point you will need to meet half way.
Sometimes you can’t. Sometimes you need to give in all the way, and that’s ok, because you know they will do the same in another area.
Respect From these two acts comes this one word. One cannot hold any esteem for someone who does not listen to them nor meets them half way on any topic.
Trust From respect there is trust, because it has been earned. If you have this you have it all.
Communication helps us compromise. Equal Compromise fosters respect. Respect earns Trust. Trust removes barriers of communication.
People are never stubborn about stuff that really matters.
Anyone who loves you will never be mad for long.
Because you now know these things you will remember and want to try harder.
-I suck at articulating how I feel. This will likely make you mad too.
Welcome to the world of human emotions, where we each wish we could express how we feel, fail to do so and feel we are not worthy of the expression provided by others.
-I will always think you deserve better than I can offer you. This is likely true. This will also make me mad. You should be mad too.
What you can offer, no one else can. Never apologise for what it is you offer. Never assume that it is not enough nor that it is sub par to anothers! You should be mad if what you offer is not appreciated. You should be mad if they feel your offering is not worthy.
-I keep painful things about my past a secret. Not because I don’t want to tell you, but because it hurts to think about it. You will be mad at me for keeping these secrets.
Each of us has secrets. Each of us has pain. Even 50 years of loving relationship may never reveal the depth of the rain of tears that would be unleashed in some of those untapped emotional wells. The right person will be there, waiting, helpin and supporting if and when you are ready to shed light on the shadowy depths of those memories.
-I don’t even live close and it was my decision to be here yet I still complain about it. I know it gets old and I wish I could make you understand. This really should make you mad.
-I will make you mad. Obviously.
umn … nope, really you should stop being so hard on yourself … I mean, how about focusing on the reasons why you are/should be happy? What are the reasons you shouldn’t be apart? Why are you a good girlfriend? What are the things that will make them happy?
The reality is we can all easily see the ugliness and the hate and the darkness because it is far easier for us to look at the world in that way. Hell, look at all those hate groups — they are convinced by the twisted view of the world. It takes mere micrograms of effort to see the world in a different light. To see all of it’s beauty and love.
It’s like the effort of that first smile after we’ve spent the night crying. It’s hard. It’s maybe even false. But the next one comes easier.
“Fucking someone once isn’t an achievement.
If they ask you to fuck them again, then we can talk.”—My delicate petal darling Ingrid in response to my asking “how would you put it?” after claiming that “The measure of someone is not based on the number of partners they have had, but rather, the number that have asked them to return.” was too flowery (in this post)
“I just had an argument with a girl I know. She was saying how it’s unfair that if a guy fucks a different girl every week, he’s a legend, but if a girl fucks just two guys in a year, she’s a slut. So in response I told her that if a key opens lots of locks, then it’s a master key. But if a lock is opened by lots of keys, then it’s a shitty lock. That shut her up.”
I, against every moral fibre in my being, walked into a Borders Store and stared at the vast array of books that lined the shelves and filled the vast floor space. With determined effort, I inched my way through the forest of literature until I hit the swampland that was given the moniker of “supernatural romance” under the mount of “teen fiction”.
It was there that I faced my demons as my hand reached out and grasped onto a evil looking specimen that was a member of the dark brotherhood known as the twilight series. I did not want to. I struggled, standing there in a near statuesque trance as I debated the merits of walking out of the mire I stood and to plunge into the lush forests of “classics” for a copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula instead.
Against my better judgement, I dragged the carcass of this unholy blight towards the towers of Cash and/or Credit. But such was the weight upon my soul, that the deed required absolution. Through the valley of Fiction and into the eternal space of SciFi/Fantasy, were they sought. Thus was the carcass escorted by it’s bodyguards in the form of two Vonnegut and a Feist.
Through the two towers we did go, feeling like a young man purchasing prophylactics amid a varied collection of more “respectable” items on prom night … and with my purchase, left the scene of my shame.
The carcass was wrapped in a ceremonial shroud. I found it odd that it should be full of colour, cheer, and hope for a joyful afterlife. Wrapped in it’s new shroud, a plaque was placed upon it and taken to it’s new resting place.
The shrouded carcass was presented to she whose birth of 11 solar cycles we were celebrating. With patience did she gaze upon the plaque and thank us for our kind words before with great fervour did she tear away the shroud to reveal the monster once more to the light of day.
I may not approve of the evil that dark member of the twilight series brotherhood … but the way she smiled, the joy with which she sparkled and shone is a magic I do approve of. I can only hope it is not destroyed after she devours it’s unholy words.
With the presentation made, it was time for the bodyguards and I to return to our own kingdom, far, far away and to dream that perhaps she will, at least, learn to love the devouring of the word through this sacrifice.
Thank you for enriching my life. Your words are like silk, the music you share is a delicate petal falling across my ears and your appreciation of art are jewels across mine eyes.
I thank you, even if once in a while you do cause me to involuntarily scream out “Oh my gawd, what the fuck!” across an open cubicle farm on a Friday afternoon and thus having to obliterate the last sentiments of innocence from the minds of those around me by having to share images of such high quality and artistic expression.
Damn it, why isn't there an outsourced fitness and weight loss program?
Take my body for the hour - exercise it, torture it, purge it … hell take the whole day if you need to … I’ll just be here catching up on some Vonnegut … no, no, feel free to charge whatever you think is fair …