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home sweet home.
I just want to go home
I don’t think anyone realizes how much more there is to virginia beach than just the oceanfront…
This is my picture. I was born and raised here. It’s amazing. But for any real beach trip, I go to Sandbridge. I just appreciate the aesthetic quality of the boardwalk.
I love how eerie the boardwalk is at night. It feels like Ive come to the edge of the world when I wade into the dark water. I almost feel like I could walk right into this picture.
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US residents ONLY, sorry.
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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.
"— Lindy West, “Female ‘Purity’ is Bullshit” (via perfect)
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This is exactly what I’ve been looking for my entire life.
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I was brought up to believe that I should suspect every person I have sex with of taking advantage of me. As if I had a finite resource inside me that sex could diminish. I was taught that by allowing someone to see my naked body I was giving them a great gift. How ridiculous! My nakedness is not a gift! It is just me without clothing on! Don’t be so flattered or feel entitled by my nudity, it has nothing to do with you! I could just as easily have sex with my clothes on. Im tired of treating my body as a reward for men, of hiding it for fear of giving some old fool on the street a boner. Why do I care if he is sexualizing me? He could just as easily sexualize me dressed as undressed.
rediscovery: being sad all the time isn’t better than feeling numb all the time. they’re just different flavors of misery.
