My friend and her family went to see potholes and they invited me with them.
I took a lot of pictures, not a single one of the potholes(they were full of ice anyway).
That day I remembered how much I love Finnish nature and forests, and I might have gotten a slight inspiration for a story (which I’m never going to start nor finish *sob*).
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beautiful wild edibles spread from a martha stewart magazine
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A catcall is entirely about reminding you that you are not yours. The purity myth is entirely about reminding you that you are not yours. The fetishization of female purity in a world where catcalls are an acceptable form of communication telegraphs one thing very clearly:
“Women, stop sexualizing yourselves—that’s our job, and you’re taking all the fun out of it.”
The sexualization of women is only appealing if it’s nonconsensual. Otherwise it’s “sluttiness,” and sluttiness is agency and agency is threatening.
”“Female ‘Purity’ is Bullshit”, by Lindy West
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Canopy walkways above the Monteverde Rainforest, Costa Rica (by Exodus Travels).
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Assata Shakur from Honey Magazine debut issue, 1998. Full article download here
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