Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.



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FUN FACTMichael Cera agreed to play himself as a complete coke fiend psychopath only because they let him wear his windbreaker. 

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I feel like this is essentially how all of my friendships start.

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Anonym fragte: Penises are for urinating and supplying sperm for reproduction, doesn't mean we urinate and fuck in public .. why should breast feeding be okay? fucking typical one sided feminist


Does your penis provide sustenance for another person? No. Can you show your nipples in public if you want to? Yes. Also, breasts are not genitals or sex organs. Only 13 out of 190 cultures world wide consider them to be sexual or even private parts. Don’t even act like this is a feminist thing. This is a babies-have-the-right-to-eat thing.





The United States has a pro-life problem. Every day, clinics across the country are besieged by protestors, causing emotional distress to patients and threatening the safety and privacy of patients and clinic staff. Protestors hold gory, photoshopped or mislabeled posters, shout obscenities, pray and sing loudly, stalk patients and staff, and condemn passersby to hell for…walking past, I guess. Some students even get school credit for protesting.

One of the more egregious types of protestors is the “sidewalk counselor,” who, despite having no professional or medical training to claim the title, follows patients up and down the sidewalk, pleading with them not to enter the clinic (and perhaps instead, to visit one of their fake clinics).

At least eight abortion clinic employees have been murdered by anti-abortion extremists since the early 1990’s. Other acts of terrorism include multiple cases of attempted murder, arson, bombings, anthrax threats, stalking, death threats, and vandalism. These extremists usually participated in clinic protests before their attacks, or were associated with anti-abortion groups.

  1. Helpers of God’s Precious Infants protesting outside a clinic in New York City (via @Tracie713)
  2. Protestors outside a clinic in Englewood, New York. Clinic escorts are in neon vests (via Merle Hoffman)
  3. Rain won’t keep away the protestors outside Louisville, Kentucky’s only abortion clinic (via Every Saturday Morning)
  4. A ring of protestors surrounds the buffer zone outside the Coastal Birth Control Center in Corpus Christi, Texas (via USNews)
  5. Catholic schoolchildren pray outside Women’s Med Center in Sharonville, Ohio (via The Catholic Telegraph)
  6. Over 200 students from Virginia’s Christendom College swarm a Planned Parenthood in Washington, D.C. (via LifeSiteNews)

It is completely unconscionable that pro-lifers feel the need to threaten people who are exercising their legal right to an abortion (or in many cases, their access to other reproductive healthcare, like birth control or PAP smears). Some of Kermit Gosnell’s victims testified that the reason they went to him was because they were frightened of protesters at the local legal abortion clinics. Pro-lifers: YOU ARE SCARING WOMEN INTO GETTING BUTCHERED BY UNLICENSED PRACTITIONERS. I hope that keeps you up at night.

In that third picture there, the one from Kentucky, see them standing on that yellow line? Yeah, that’s a tactic of theirs. The escorts had to make the city put an emergency strip there so that patients could be dropped off easily, otherwise the anti’s would park all along that sidewalk and prevent anyone from getting out.

The atmosphere here in Kentucky is… mortifying. NY Times wrote an article on it, even. They scream and yell, they lay their hands on you—once a woman stormed into the clinic and began screaming at the patients waiting in line. Once, the CPC next door caused a grandmother to have a heart attack because they kept the pregnant daughter inside and kicked her mother out (with the help of police, no less!) They sent the grandmother to the hospital in a taxi cab.

My first morning escorting down there I witnessed an awful car crash right on the corner and within seconds the escorts were whipping out their phones and going over to the scene (the clients were inside already) where a young girl looked gravely injured, meanwhile the “pro-life” crowd simply… continued kneeling on the sidewalk and screaming at the building. They didn’t look once.

Anti’s will stand outside your car door to prevent you from opening it. They will harass your partner/family if you go inside for your appointment and they step outside without you. They don’t care why you’re there—a young girl’s fetus was dead and she was sobbing about it, and they mobbed her. Even over the traffic, across the street, you could hear her screams: “MY BABY IS DEAD. SHE IS DEAD.

But they didn’t stop. They never do. They managed to illicit a reaction out of her (what they’re always looking for here, they WANT to cause a scene) and so they stayed around her in a circle until she finally managed to make it to the front of the building with the other clients. It was rainy and cold and the women all huddled together under the awning with the escorts around them, waiting for the building to open, eyes closed tight and jaw clenched hard, silently crying or praying out-loud, some singing to keep them distracted, others half-heartedly trying to talk to one another about senseless things, all to avoid the crowd of angry protesters just a ring of bodies away from them.

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