Shout out to those assholes who post stuff like “Oral sex on penises is so gross and I hate it but you should be honored to eat my pussy!” You’re an asshole and don’t deserve to receive oral sex. If you honestly dislike dick, good, cool, you do not need anyone’s permission to not have anything to do with it. But you cannot expect to have sex with people who have penises and treat their bodies like they’re gross and disgusting and inferior to yours. That’s disrespectful, and no, just because you might happen to be a woman that DOES NOT give you permission to treat your partner like shit. Maybe you don’t like performing oral sex or handjobs, fine, but it’s pretty unfair to expect your partner to do the equivalent to you, especially with an attitude like that. You want to know why your sexual experiences are unsatisfying? Because you’re an asshole. Because you think you should have everything your way. Because you’re selfish. Because you think your partner should be able to read your mind and know what turns you on and what pleases you without you having to tell them. Because you don’t know what turns you on because you’re a fucking hung up prude. Because maybe you need to face the fact that you and your current partner aren’t compatible. The problem isn’t men or penises. The problem is you’re a whiny asshole who shouldn’t have any more sex until you grow the fuck up. If you try to have sex with girls you will encounter the same problems, because being with a same sex partner will not make you any less selfish, lazy, or uncommunicative. 

Does your partner expect you to pleasure them and then they don’t return the favor? There are women who sincerely enjoy performing those acts and find them perfectly stimulating. Or he may be just as lazy and selfish and prudish as you are. But if you do not find the act stimulating YOU NEED TO SAY SO BECAUSE YOU ARE IN A PARTNERSHIP AND IT REQUIRES BOTH PARTIES TO FUCKING COMMUNICATE AND MAKE SURE BOTH OF YOU ARE HAVING YOUR NEEDS MET. Don’t feel you can communicate? Don’t feel your partner will listen? Again, the problem IS NOT THEIR GENITALS AND THE SUPPOSED SUPERIORITY OF YOUR VAG, THE PROBLEM IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP ITSELF WHICH IS VERY LIKELY A PROBLEM YOU ARE PART OF. Either fix it and open communication or end it. There is no in between. You do not get to sit on you whiny ass and complain and feel sorry for yourself, because YOU are responsible FOR YOUR OWN LIFE. 

If you post shit like that and you’ve never been face to face with someone else’s vagina you’re a fucking joke. Been there, didn’t care for it, was grossed out, was super embarrassing for everyone, not trying that again. You may have a completely different experience, and I encourage everyone to try a bit of experimenting throughout their life as part of normal sexual activity and growth. I am deeply grateful that there are people who LOVE vaginas, you’re dolls.

You do not every get a pass to be a bit a little shit and act like your chosen partner’s body is gross. You’re fucking immature. Wait until you grow the fuck up and are mature enough to have a real relationship.

capricedubibliophile:

Robert de Montesquiou. Les Chauves-Souris. Clairs-Obscurs. Paris: Georges Richard, 1893.
Bound by C.H. Meunier

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virtual-artifacts:

Ethiopian magic scrolls. 

1. Magic scroll, Ethiopia, Late 19th century

2. Magic scroll, Ethiopia Early 19th century,  2180 x 180 mm

3- Magic scroll of Wälättä-Gabriel, Ethiopia,  19th century

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adandyinaspic:

British Mod band The Motown Sect, 1965. Guess which member of this band went on to become heavy metal legend?

adandyinaspic:

British Mod band The Motown Sect, 1965. Guess which member of this band went on to become heavy metal legend?

beautifulcentury:


vant2bealone:

enigmarelle:

lost-in-centuries-long-gone:


In ghostly Japan
Author:  Hearn, Lafcadio, 1850-1904
Date:  1899
Place/Time:  United States
Publisher:  Boston, Massachusetts: Little, Brown and Company


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beautifulcentury:

vant2bealone:

enigmarelle:

lost-in-centuries-long-gone:

In ghostly Japan

Author:  Hearn, Lafcadio, 1850-1904

Date:  1899

Place/Time:  United States

Publisher:  Boston, Massachusetts: Little, Brown and Company

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hifructosemag:

A self-described history nerd, Mike Davis is a San Francisco-based artist who paints scenes stuck in another time. His detailed oil paintings are rife with personal symbolism and minuscule narratives, evoking Renaissance painters such as Hieronymus Bosch and Pieter Aertsen. Though he emulates the Northern Renaissance masters, Davis is entirely self-taught. He forayed into painting in his early twenties as an off-shoot of his tattoo career. The founding owner of esteemed San Francisco shop Everlasting Tattoo, Davis currently splits his time between his craft and his fine art, using his paintings as a cathartic processing tool to digest the events of his personal life. Read more on Hi-Fructose.

Anonymous said: Where are all these people finding womens jeans with "non-functioning" pockets? Like, I have about five pairs of jeans and they all have multiple pockets. I've never seen jeans without pockets. Are they actually buying leggings, not jeggings, that are patterned to look like denim? I'm so confused. All of my dress/office pants for work have pockets. Is there a special store for pocketless womens pants? Also, it's not that big of a deal, is it? Even men carry purses now.

YES.

I know this is the pettiest of issues, but that’s exactly why I’m reblogging this, because this is petty. WHERE ARE YOU FINDING PANTS WITHOUT POCKETS. Also, take a look at the men around you: THEY ARE CARRYING PURSES. Yes, they probably call them “satchels” or “cross-body bags” or “messenger bags” or “camera bags” BUT THEY ARE PURSES. And guess what they keep in there? ALL KINDS OF WEIRD SHIT. Can you fit a tablet in your pocket? A book? A fold-up hair brush (god, burn me alive for the sin of not wanted to look like I slept in an alley)? A notebook? Pens? Gum or breath mints? All of this at once? Comfortably? Lipstick gets melty in your pocket, but again, my bad for wearing make up. PURSES ARE NOT THAT HARD TO CARRY. You are probably carrying a bag of some kind anyway. Just call it what the fuck it is. Also, I know plenty of guys who don’t like carrying a lot in their front pockets, because guess what’s right up there? You guessed it, their genitals. So they have to put that crap in their back pocket, and then they get that nerve damage from sitting on their ridiculously overstuffed wallet. Get the fuck over it, it is not fucking hard to find pants with pockets, I have not seen pants without pockets in ages, and I have NEVER seen jeans or jeggings without pockets. GROW UP. Is this really your feminist rallying cry? Is this for real? God, I just, I give up. Really. I’m done. Let’s all go home. The fact that you’re incapable of going to fucking H&M and buying a pair of pants on sale for $5 THAT HAS LIKE FOUR POCKETS is your own damn fault.

Also, ladies, keep your emergency money in your bra. You know how most bras have those little pockets to slip the extra padding in? Pockets are pockets and believe me, you’ll know if someone tries to pick that one. Not classy? Not ladylike? I thought you were too much of a modern woman to carry even a satchel and now you’re worried about what people will think of you when they know where you store extra cash.

Hah. That’s always the bitch of a spell, isn’t it?

He bought a copy of the master’s Magic in Theory and Practice in Oxford in 1965. “I thought I might use it for spells and didn’t know I would ever use it in a novel. Trouble is, if you want a spell to achieve spectacular results, you have to do things like getting the skin of a gazelle taken from its mother when it’s eight months old, and steeped in turmeric and ground-up lapis lazuli.”

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houghtonlib:

The imitation of Christ, 1889. Bound in crushed morocco, gilt-tooled doublures, satin endpapers, by Fazakerley, edges gilt and gauffered, with fore-edge painting of Jesus based on William Holman Hunt’s painting “The Light of the World,” 1854.

*GC.T3610.Eg889b

Houghton Library, Harvard University

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laclefdescoeurs:

The Path of True Love Never Did Run Smooth, 1896, Talbot Hughes

laclefdescoeurs:

The Path of True Love Never Did Run Smooth, 1896, Talbot Hughes

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smithsonianlibraries:

detroitlib:

#ThrowBackThursday

We wanted to share this charming label found in many of our books for #TBT.  It dates to a time when the library was known as the Public Library of the City of Detroit (before 1865).. We love the wording, but love the five cent fine for grease spots even more.

Hope you enjoy this as much as we do!

Wow, they were pretty hard core about fines - 5 cents for dog-earring a page!

Tags: books

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Photos by Miron Zownir

Can you tell us the period of your life when you were documenting the “sex piers” ofNew York located between Westside highway and the Hudson River, from what I gather it was a pretty intense time?

I would say it was the time when the sexual revolution was at its peak. It is strange and sad that with the outbreak of Aids many hopes and dreams about sexual or any kind of freedom got shattered. In the early eighties there was little fear of such a devastating epidemical outbreak. New York was boasting with its sexual vibration. Every nightclub and even the streets where full of exotics, sexual misfits and freaks. The society was still hungry for all kinds of different artistic expressions. It was a time when a real change in taste, attitude, expression or style came from the streets into the media and not vice versa as it is today. Life wasn’t as organized and people weren’t so obsessed with health, money and fame. In the seventies and early eighties it was hard to find anyone who didn’t smoke, drink, abuse drugs or fuck with a condom. And the moral opposition didn’t have much to object about it. Nobody cared about them. The Sex piers at the West Side Highway was one of the many places that demonstrated that “I do what I want”-spirit. Of cause it was more secluded and purely for homosexuals. Not even the drag queens where welcomed there. But it was an anarchistic-like playground for people getting out of the closet to let their steam off.

The hero’s of that time where Bukowski, Burroughs, Crump or the Sid Vicious and not Lady Gaga, Harry Potter, Lagerfeld or that royal sister, what’s her name?

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scarletimprint:

Winner from the Museum of Witchcraft children’s art week.Nice. Original source: http://museumofwitchcraft.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/winners-of-childrens-art-week-announced.html

I don’t even know what my favorite part of this is.

scarletimprint:

Winner from the Museum of Witchcraft children’s art week.
Nice.

Original source: http://museumofwitchcraft.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/winners-of-childrens-art-week-announced.html

I don’t even know what my favorite part of this is.

"Who’s Gonna Rub Me," Margaret Doll Rod

It’s Margaret’s birthday. Please celebrate the way she’d want you to celebrate. And for those sad fuckers who don’t know who she is… your lives are empty and meaningless.