"The world is in greater peril from those who tolerate or encourage evil than from those who actually commit it."
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Recovery efforts continue one month after a 7.0-magnitude earthquake hit Sichuan Province of china on 20 April 2013. The disaster killed 196 people and injured more than 12,000 while dismantling homes and major infrastructure.Pictured: A displaced woman and her daughter seek temporary shelter in Boaxing County. Home to 60,000 people, the county suffered damage to over 60 per cent of its buildings.
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This is realllllllllly weird lmao
This is really NORMAL.
Except we never see it-so it is terrifying and uncomfortable when it happens.
(Mostly because people would laugh or be unkind)I own a sex shop. Once a woman bled on our chair during an interview. She was horrified and felt ashamed because it was in some way unprofessional. We weren’t bothered. We said ‘what better place to work on being ok with your body than at a feminist sex shop?’
Bleeding is normal and dealing with it is one of the most pervasive ways women are complicit in their silence.Some men bleed too. How would you react to that? For many men who are Trans the act of bleeding is a security threat.
Fuck off with your lolz.
Reblogging again for above commentary ^^^^^
So happy that the above commentor included trans* men.
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Landscape With Yellow Birds
by the mighty Paul Klee,
who painted it entirely in the nude,
though fully clothed.
He lived a long time ago,
so the television wasn’t on
in the background,
but I do sense cigar smoke
somewhere.
Perhaps he did this in an atelier,
smoking cigars,
not listening to the television
because it wasn’t really invented yet.
He possessed a phonograph,
I imagine,
on which he only played
the darker Haydn.
Klee’s head is small and severe,
and his hair doesn’t stick out.
There’s a scrunched quality to his face,
with a hint of constipation,
and it sports a very square jaw.
This jaw squareness goes along
with the rest of the squareness
in his face.
His eyes are direct and penetrating.
He was a warrior and fought
at the time when warriors had spikes
on the tops of their helmets.
He spoke German and was German,
despite the embarrassment
of being born in Bern.
(Not a real town).
Perhaps he killed a man in France,
near the trenches,
while Snoopy flew overhead on his doghouse.
Though a warrior
with a phallic spike jutting from his helmet,
he was not a fan of war
and would not get along swimmingly
with current American neo-cons,
no matter what the the tabloids say.
He wrote at war’s outset: “I have long had this war in me.
That is why,
inwardly,
it is none of my concern.”
His two best friends,
Marc and Macke,
died in battle,
so he was wrong.
Klee suffered from scleroderma
and it would eventually kill him.
A systemic autoimmune disease
affecting primarily the skin,
it gradually removes the supple softness
of humanity,
replacing it with the fibrous, scaly hardness
of the reptilian.
It is terribly painful
and many art writers have noted
with comic obviousness
that Klee’s pain
seeped into his work.
This is like saying the sky is blue
and the ground dirty.
One of his last paintings,
“Death and Fire”,
features a skull
with the German word for death,
which is “Tod”.
The next time you meet a person
named Todd,
remember to laugh inwardly.
He died in Switzerland,
the land of his birth,
in 1940.
Despite being born in Switzerland
and even dying there,
he was not a Swiss citizen.
His attempts at it were always refused,
the sole reason being his art.
The staid and narrow-minded authorities
felt his painting was too revolutionary,
even degenerate,
for him to be Swiss.
Six days after his death, however,
they had a change of heart
and granted him posthumous
citizenship.
Bzzz! Too late.
He is buried in the ground
at Schosshaldenfriedhof,
in Bern.
(Not a real town).
If you happen to stop by,
tell him Mike says
“Hi”.
RIP Ray Manzarek - responsible for this, one of the most recognisable intro’s in rock history , as well as so much more with The Doors
Un Genio se nos fue! una perdida de un excelente músico…grande, Por siempre Ray.
