“So I sent an email to 7 of my friends, including Sarah, and I said, ‘Does anyone want to go see ‘Lost in Translation’ tonight?’ and then I sent an email immediately afterwards to the 6 of my friends who weren’t Sarah and I said, ‘NOT YOU.’”—John Green, on how he asked out his wife for the first time. (via tateandviolets)
I really do like poetry. Sometimes I dabble in it. I like how it gives you extra freedom with format and rhythm.
I am, however, shit at writing it. I always feel pressured to make sure each word has at least three different meanings and it’s all steeped in symbolism. And then I’m like… Why can’t I just make this one sentiment into an entire paragraph?
(This thought process is because I just posted a free form-ish poem/letter on my super secret writing blog and it’s just… wiggin’ me out. That it exists. Out there. On the internet. Forever.)
So kudos to people who actually are good at/just plain enjoy creating poetry! And I apologize for straying away from where I rightly belong, writing prose.
“If you’re gonna have pizza with someone else, what do you have to do? You gotta talk about what you want. Even if you’re going to have the same pizza you always have, you say, ‘We getting the usual?’ Just a check in. And square, round, thick, thin, stuffed crust, pepperoni, stromboli, pineapple — none of those are wrong; variety in the pizza model doesn’t come with judgment. So ideally when the pizza arrives, it smells good, looks good, it’s mouthwatering. Wouldn’t it be great if we had that kind of anticipation before sexual activity, if it stimulated all our senses, not just our genitals but this whole-body experience. And what’s the goal of eating pizza? To be full, to be satisfied. That might be different for different people; it might be different for you on different occasions. Nobody’s like ‘You failed, you didn’t eat the whole pizza.’”—
I remember reading this article- it was a fantastic analogy comparing sex to pizza instead of the usual “bases” comparison. Pizza works as an analogy so much better because it is able to celebrate the diversity of sexual desire.
“Not being assaulted is not a privilege to be earned through the judicious application of personal safety strategies. A woman should be able to walk down the street at 4 in the morning in nothing but her socks, blind drunk, without being assaulted, and I, for one, am not going to do anything to imply that she is in any way responsible for her own assault if she fails to Adequately Protect Herself. Men aren’t helpless dick-driven maniacs who can’t help raping a vulnerable woman. It disrespects EVERYONE.”—