(via allonsy-sherlock)
Context for "A Sexualized Womyn"
- Some Dude: Oh you're so intelligent...that makes you so much sexier!
- Me: Thanks for the intended compliment but I don't appreciate being sexualized.
- Some Dude: Way to kill the vibe. Isn't sexuality an essence?
- Me: I have no issues with sexuality. I do have a problem with my desire to flex my intellectual muscle being reduced to just a gross expression of my sexual nature.
- Some Dude: I didn't mean all that. Just saying that your mind makes you sexy.
- Me: And I'm just saying not to sexualize me. This is not open for discussion. This is a request that I demand you honor.
(via barrowman-ilove)
Cerridwen
Cerridwen (“White Sow”, or “White Crafty One”) is the Welsh grain and sow-goddess, keeper of the cauldron of inspiration and goddess of transformation. Her son Afagddu was so horribly ugly She set to making a brew of wisdom for him, to give him a quality that could perhaps overcome his ugliness. Every day for a year and a day She added herbs at the precise astrological times, but on the day it was ready the three magical drops fell instead on the servant boy, Gwion Bach, who was set to watch the fire. Instantly becoming a great magician, the boy fled from Her wrath, and as She pursued him they each changed shape—a hound following a rabbit, an otter chasing a salmon, a hawk flying after a sparrow—until finally the boy changed to a kernel of wheat, settling into a pile of grain on a threshing-floor. Cerridwen, becoming a black hen, found him out and swallowed him down.
Nine months later she gave birth to Taliesin, who would be the greatest of all bards.
Called “the White Lady of Inspiration and Death”, Cerridwen’s ritual pursuit of Gwion Bach symbolizes the changing seasons. Her cauldron contains awen, meaning the divine spirit, or poetic or prophetic inspiration. Her link as the Mother of Poetry is seen in Her reborn son Taliesin, and in the Welsh word that makes up part of Her name, cerdd, which also means poetry.
Variant spellings: Ceridwen, Caridwen, Kyrridwen
(via earthmagick)
Or you could put up a shield and/or a filter? That’s how I got through high school.
(there’s lots of info about shielding online so I won’t really get into it, but my filter was really as simple as using salt water to seal the windows and doorways of my room. Basically I used it to mark the boundary of MY space and asked the spirits to filter out any bad stuff that might try to get through.)
Well, these certainly showed up on my dash at the right time! Salt water, eh? I will have to try that.
Chalk works too! And once the boundary is set, you just have to recharge it a little bit once in a while.
Snowflake Obsidian placed in the corners and around the perimeter will run a constant ‘cycle’ of banishing. It’s kind of like an air-filter, running on a soft hum. Worked wonders for me.
Good tips in the comments
(via earthmagick)
It’s very annoying when….
I say I love the Goo Goo Dolls and someone else agrees with me yet they only know one song, Iris. While I must admit it is a fantastic song they have done so many other great songs in their career.
If you have ever taken a razor blade to that beautiful body of yours, skipped one or more meals, cried yourself to sleep because you never thought you were good enough, attempted any sort of self harm, had thoughts of taking your own life, or actually tried it, HONESTLY reblog this.
(Source: lessthanperfect21, via allonsy-sherlock)
