Meanderings
Human beings took our animal need for palatable food … and turned it into chocolate souffles with salted caramel cream. We took our ability to co-operate as a social species … and turned it into craft circles and bowling leagues and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We took our capacity to make and use tools … and turned it into the Apollo moon landing. We took our uniquely precise ability to communicate through language … and turned it into King Lear.

None of these things are necessary for survival and reproduction. That is exactly what makes them so splendid. When we take our basic evolutionary wiring and transform it into something far beyond any prosaic matters of survival and reproduction … that’s when humanity is at its best. That’s when we show ourselves to be capable of creating meaning and joy, for ourselves and for one another. That’s when we’re most uniquely human.

And the same is true for sex. Human beings have a deep, hard-wired urge to replicate our DNA, instilled in us by millions of years of evolution. And we’ve turned it into an intense and delightful form of communication, intimacy, creativity, community, personal expression, transcendence, joy, pleasure, and love. Regardless of whether any DNA gets replicated in the process.

Why should we see this as sinful? What makes this any different from chocolate souffles and King Lear?
ursulavernon:

white-aster:

murdorito:

windows7virus:

bookrat:

One of my hens attempted to crow this morning.
I didn’t realize it at the time. No, my immediate assumption was that something was brutally murdering one of my birds. I rushed to the rescue only to find the yard conspicuously empty of threats, but I didn’t relax until that awful rasping caw came again from my right.
Here she is compared to another black bantam I got at the same time as her. Her comb and wattles are huge, but I just kinda disregarded it because those two aren’t the same breed even though they’re similar looking. Shouldn’t have, that comb is almost rooster-sized regardless of breed differences.
Just wanted to share, I figured Tumblr would get a kick out of a non-binary chicken.

Years ago I had something similar happen. In the early spring a batch of mixed breed chicks hatched (all I can remember is that they were 1/4 silkie) as the months passed and the chicks grew and their sex characteristics developed, all hens… sort of.
One bird, a petite black hen, started crowing, by the fall she was crowing just as well and often as the roosters we kept in the coop. But it didn’t stop there. During the winter I noticed this hen exclusively roosting with other hens, not that odd, but then one day I saw her mounting them.
When we let them out off the coop to free-range in the spring she had a small harem of other hens. They would follow her, “mate” with her, and only roost next to her, and, if a rooster antagonized her or her harem, she would spar with him (not always successfully). 
So remember, if anyone tries to explain away non-binary identities with a “Natural Order of Things” argument, flap aggressively at him and try to stab him with your leg spurs.  

nonbinary chickens are pretty common! Reason #89574897345 why I fucking love chickens.

"So remember, if anyone tries to explain away non-binary identities with a “Natural Order of Things” argument, flap aggressively at him and try to stab him with your leg spurs." 
<3  :D

There was a case of a peahen doing this awhile ago, and actually grew part of the dramatic tail and everything. Birds are AWESOME.

I learned recently that chickens (maybe other birds as well but the talk was about chickens) only have one active ovary.  And if something happens to cause that ovary to stop working, the other one is supposed to activate.  However, sometimes it activates more as a testes than as an ovary and the hen will begin demonstrating many physical and visual qualities of a rooster due to the heightened presence of testosterone. Of course, that part isn’t necessary for a lot of the same sex mating.  That just happens a lot in the animal kingdom.

ursulavernon:

white-aster:

murdorito:

windows7virus:

bookrat:

One of my hens attempted to crow this morning.

I didn’t realize it at the time. No, my immediate assumption was that something was brutally murdering one of my birds. I rushed to the rescue only to find the yard conspicuously empty of threats, but I didn’t relax until that awful rasping caw came again from my right.

Here she is compared to another black bantam I got at the same time as her. Her comb and wattles are huge, but I just kinda disregarded it because those two aren’t the same breed even though they’re similar looking. Shouldn’t have, that comb is almost rooster-sized regardless of breed differences.

Just wanted to share, I figured Tumblr would get a kick out of a non-binary chicken.

Years ago I had something similar happen. In the early spring a batch of mixed breed chicks hatched (all I can remember is that they were 1/4 silkie) as the months passed and the chicks grew and their sex characteristics developed, all hens… sort of.

One bird, a petite black hen, started crowing, by the fall she was crowing just as well and often as the roosters we kept in the coop. But it didn’t stop there. During the winter I noticed this hen exclusively roosting with other hens, not that odd, but then one day I saw her mounting them.

When we let them out off the coop to free-range in the spring she had a small harem of other hens. They would follow her, “mate” with her, and only roost next to her, and, if a rooster antagonized her or her harem, she would spar with him (not always successfully). 

So remember, if anyone tries to explain away non-binary identities with a “Natural Order of Things” argument, flap aggressively at him and try to stab him with your leg spurs.  

nonbinary chickens are pretty common! Reason #89574897345 why I fucking love chickens.

"So remember, if anyone tries to explain away non-binary identities with a “Natural Order of Things” argument, flap aggressively at him and try to stab him with your leg spurs." 

<3  :D

There was a case of a peahen doing this awhile ago, and actually grew part of the dramatic tail and everything. Birds are AWESOME.

I learned recently that chickens (maybe other birds as well but the talk was about chickens) only have one active ovary.  And if something happens to cause that ovary to stop working, the other one is supposed to activate.  However, sometimes it activates more as a testes than as an ovary and the hen will begin demonstrating many physical and visual qualities of a rooster due to the heightened presence of testosterone. Of course, that part isn’t necessary for a lot of the same sex mating.  That just happens a lot in the animal kingdom.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

She has SO MANY QUESTIONS right now but isn’t sure she wants the answers…

thefrogman:

[video]

Puppies!

camwyn:

lolshtus:

Finally, I Get To Know What They Mean

Man, nobody ever told me these either. It would’ve been nice to have a clue about the ones for ‘bleach’ and ‘dry clean’, because they’re about as intuitive as a broken electric door.

This is ridiculously helpful.  I know practically none of this.

camwyn:

lolshtus:

Finally, I Get To Know What They Mean

Man, nobody ever told me these either. It would’ve been nice to have a clue about the ones for ‘bleach’ and ‘dry clean’, because they’re about as intuitive as a broken electric door.

This is ridiculously helpful.  I know practically none of this.

I love the story of Matilda.

It’s Celebrate Bisexuality Day!

enbyofdionysus:

Bisexual Awareness Week exists to help draw attention to the public policy concerns of bisexual people while also celebrating the resiliency of bisexual culture and community.

Throughout #BiWeek, allies and bi people learn about the history, culture, community and current policy priorities of bi communities. (x)

About Bisexual Awareness Week

8 Things You Didn’t Know About the Bisexual Community

Myths and Stereotypes De-Bunked

Remembering Brenda: The first pride was organized by a bisexual woman

BiResource

Bi Brigade: For Bisexuals, By Bisexuals: Website, Advocate article

#27BiStories

Understanding Issues Facing Bisexual Americans

GLAAD Reference Guide: Covering the Bisexual Community

#WhatBiLooksLike

If anyone has anymore resources/articles they want to link, feel free to add on!

seanbeanisaredshirt:

harokissmile:

ksteeno:

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

what did i just read

Irish women are strong as fuck

I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal

seanbeanisaredshirt:

harokissmile:

ksteeno:

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

what did i just read

Irish women are strong as fuck

I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal

When I was 8, I was confused about being called ‘bossy’ because I wanted to direct the plays that we would put on for our parents. But the boys were not. When at 14, I started to be sexualized by certain elements of the media, when at 15, my girlfriends started dropping out of their beloved sports teams, because they didn’t want to appear ‘muscle-y,’ when at 18, my males friends were unable to express their feelings, I decided that I was a feminist. And this seems uncomplicated to me. But my recent research has shown me that feminism has become an unpopular word.
itswalky:

sirartwork:

Because I could.

boooooooo

itswalky:

sirartwork:

Because I could.

boooooooo