Female wet dreams

fuckyeahsexeducation:

I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard anyone (in real life or on tv) talk about the existence of cis female wet dreams. It bothers me!

FYSE: Sounds like a good conversation topic of the day!

Everyone, tell me about wet dreams for you. Do you actually orgasm? Is it just a sexy dream? How often does it happen? What kind of sexy activities happen in your dream?


I have had many cis female wet dreams, and yes, i do climax, and yes i am dreaming  about having sex… I LOVE that when it happens!

cheer-with-me:

cheer-bowsss:

EVERYONE PLEASE i’M BEGGING YOU TO STOP AND READ THIS:
MY MOM RECENTLY TOLD ME THAT SHES NOT ALLOWING ME TO CHEER THIS YEAR BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT WANT TO PAY FOR IT. I PROMISE YOU I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING. IM TOO YOUNG TO GET A JOB PAYING FOR IT. AFTER A WHOLE LOT MORE BEGGING I EXPLAINED TO HER TUMBLR AND HOW NOTES WORK. SHE AGREED THAT IF THIS POST GETS 10,000 NOTES SHE WILL PAY FOR MY SEASON.
Cheerleading is my passion. My absolute passion. I would do anything to cheer this season. Its not just something that I do for shits and giggles. At my last competition of the 2011-2012 season, my mom told me it might be my last time competing. I specifically remember looking into the crowd after I saw our last stunt in the pyrmid hit perfectly, and telling myself to enjoy that moment. In the dance I was crying so hard because I loved that team so much, and I can’t believe it might be over. PLEASE REBLOG THIS. PLEASE. IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. <3333333333

^ Everyone please reblog this for her. I’ve been through the same thing and it really broke my heart. So please just spare 30 seconds to like and reblog this.

cheer-with-me:

cheer-bowsss:

EVERYONE PLEASE i’M BEGGING YOU TO STOP AND READ THIS:

MY MOM RECENTLY TOLD ME THAT SHES NOT ALLOWING ME TO CHEER THIS YEAR BECAUSE SHE DOES NOT WANT TO PAY FOR IT. I PROMISE YOU I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING. IM TOO YOUNG TO GET A JOB PAYING FOR IT. AFTER A WHOLE LOT MORE BEGGING I EXPLAINED TO HER TUMBLR AND HOW NOTES WORK. SHE AGREED THAT IF THIS POST GETS 10,000 NOTES SHE WILL PAY FOR MY SEASON.

Cheerleading is my passion. My absolute passion. I would do anything to cheer this season. Its not just something that I do for shits and giggles. At my last competition of the 2011-2012 season, my mom told me it might be my last time competing. I specifically remember looking into the crowd after I saw our last stunt in the pyrmid hit perfectly, and telling myself to enjoy that moment. In the dance I was crying so hard because I loved that team so much, and I can’t believe it might be over. PLEASE REBLOG THIS. PLEASE. IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. <3333333333

^ Everyone please reblog this for her. I’ve been through the same thing and it really broke my heart. So please just spare 30 seconds to like and reblog this.

The best asks, ever.
1: What eye color do you find sexiest?
2: White, milk, or dark chocolate mocha?
3: If you could get a Sharpie tattoo on your back, what would it be?
4: Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
5: Your favorite adult as a child? (and not your parents, if they were your favorite)
6: What kind of smoothie sounds really good right now?
7: Most embarrassing moment from your elementary school years?
8: Most embarrassing moment from your middle school years?
9: Most embarrassing moment from your high school years?
10: Pirates or ninjas? Why?
11: Have you ever climbed a tree more than twenty feet off the ground?
12: Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing set?
13: If you could have any pet in the world, illegal or not, what would you get?
14: What's your most favorite part of your body?
15: What's your most favorite part of your personality?
16: Madonna or Lady Gaga? Neither? Both? Who cares?
17: Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through?
18: Have you ever watched any major sporting event drunk?
19: What's the most delicious food you've ever eaten in your life?
20: Margarine or butter? Which did you grow up with?
21: Whole, skim, 1%, or 2% milk? (Did you know they make 1 1/2% milk?)
22: Which continents have you been on?
23: Do you get motion sickness? Any horror stories?
24: Backpacks or satchels?
25: Would you wear a rainbow jacket? A neon yellow sweater? Checkered pants?
26: What was your favorite cartoon growing up?
27: If you had to have a cow or a pig, which would you take? Why?
28: If you had to look at one city skyline for the rest of your life, which would it be?
29: Longest plane ride you've ever been on?
30: The latest you've ever slept?
31: Would you buy a sweater covered in kitten pictures? Would you wear it if someone gave it you for free?
32: Do you pick at scabs?
33: Favorite kind of bean? Kidney? Black? Pinto?
34: How far can you throw a baseball?
35: If you had to move to another country, where would you move?
36: Have you ever eaten Ethiopian food? Vietnamese? Korean? Nepalese? How was it?
37: Small, liberal arts school or public university? Why?
38: A relationship with love or one with sex?
39: Do you eat enough vegetables?
40: Do you like horror movies? How about thrillers?
41: Would you scratch a crotch itch in public?
42: Do you swear in front of your parents?
43: Coolest thing you've ever been for Halloween?
44: If you could change your natural hair color, would you? To what?
45: Do you want to get married? Have kids?
46: Do you use a reusable water bottle? If not, you should.
47: City or nature person?
48: Have you ever used something other than "makeup" as makeup? (Like paint? Markers?)
49: Can you walk well in high heels? Even if you're a guy?
50: Post 5 awesome things about yourself. BRAG AWAY!

lightspeedsound:

True Story: This one time, my parents and I were on vacation in South Carolina or Florida or something, and there was this really well-rated Thai place that did an inexpensive, but delicious lunch.

So we were doing our thing, asking the waiter about the fresh fish, etc. Telling him our…

rakel711:

So we have this computer class where we’re required to make a bunch of videos and stuff and show them to the school everyday in assembly. Not having anything to do for the last two weeks of school I asked my sorry excuse of a teacher if I could make my video about transgender awareness and gender…

pandorasbrain:

If this doesn’t make you smile, you probably no longer have a pulse.

pandorasbrain:

If this doesn’t make you smile, you probably no longer have a pulse.

I loathe when people think that I’m shy rather than introverted. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being shy, I’m just not, and they are two separate things. People cajoling me into social situations try to assure me that I “don’t have to talk to everyone” or that “everyone will love me.”

Bitch, of course they will like me. I am delightful. I just find prolonged social interactions to be extremely exhausting.
Comment by popculturemulcher in the article I’m Not a Miserable Bitch, I’m Just an Introvert (via marion-cotillards)
maddieonthings:

San Diego, CA

maddieonthings:

San Diego, CA

bizarrothatty:

thatfeministwithglasses:

[Image description: A tall, slim black woman is smiling at the camera with her hand round the shoulders of a smaller white man, wearing a kippah]
stfuconservatives:

cruelyouth:

ceepolk:

thinkspeakstress:

trubr0wn:

invisibleblackunicorn:

trubr0wn:

madamethursday:

[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]
staghunts:

“This one is very serious, guys:
I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”
“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.
“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in: 
“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said. 
Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back. 
“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.
As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.
When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”
“It happens a lot?” I asked.
“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”
“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.
“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”
Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*
Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this. 

I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER. 

i will always reblog this. because if this woman were white, the mass-erasure of this image and story would not be happening. and that just speaks volumes to me. the bigotry that contributes to this woman’s constant harassment is the same bigotry that led to the erasure of this story in order to ‘protect’ this man. they are COMPLETELY connected. this is a vicious cycle that perpetuates anti-blackness and the degradation and silencing of black women and women of color as a whole.

oh look trubr0wn just deployed more truth bombs.

i am the truth bomb terrorist.

FUCK YOU TUMBLR. I will reblog this every god damn twelve hours. You will NOT erase this woman’s story just because HONY is a bigot who is full of shit. Tumblr staff is full of shit. They are ALL full of shit. And fuck every single one of you shitty people for thinking that you’re going to win. You will NOT.
Hey this disappeared off my tumblr how strange
anyway, here it is again, supporting this lovely lady who has to put up with this crap just because she exists and goes outside, and to call shame on a society that would actually force her to put her arm around the creep who just upped his price after she told him that she wouldn’t whore for him
Here it is, calling attention to the FACT that the aggressor, the perpetrator of this outrage was the one protected, and the victim is just supposed to disappear
To that I say no
no
Open season on Black women is OVER.

I’m going to back up my Tumblr.
But I just want to see if Tumblr will ignore the e-mail I just wrote to them getting unwanted messages by users I’ve told to leave me alone and will send me another e-mail about “violating copyright,” if not try to delete my blog for reblogging this picture and story that needs to be seen and heard.
I’m not claiming ownership of anything, BTW.  Picture, story behind the picture, and the erasure of the picture copyrighted2012 by humansofnewyork.tumblr.com .  And reblogging this picture has an educational reason behind it — to show how black women are dehumanized, and then silenced if they ever speak out.

Tumblr deleted this post from everyone’s blog. Here it is again. And people have saved copies to their computers, including me. Story’s not going away. The internet is forever.
-Jess


hony can eat a million turds for trying to cover this up

bizarrothatty:

thatfeministwithglasses:

[Image description: A tall, slim black woman is smiling at the camera with her hand round the shoulders of a smaller white man, wearing a kippah]

stfuconservatives:

cruelyouth:

ceepolk:

thinkspeakstress:

trubr0wn:

invisibleblackunicorn:

trubr0wn:

madamethursday:

[Image: A picture of a tall, very thin Black woman with her shoulder over a shorter, older white man wearing traditional Orthodox Jewish clothing on a New York sideway.]

staghunts:

“This one is very serious, guys:

I came upon these two on the sidewalk. They were having a conversation. “Excuse me,” I said, addressing the girl: “I’m sorry to interrupt, but is there anyway I can take your photo?”

“Why would you want my photo?” she asked.

“Because you look beautiful,” I said. And she did. She was Sudanese. There is a very distinct beauty among people from the Sudan, and she was filled up with it. Suddenly the man cut in: 

“I was just telling her she was beautiful,” he said. 

Naively, I assumed I had just walked up on one stranger giving a compliment to another. I wanted to capture the moment. “Let me take your photograph together,” I said. The man seemed reluctant, he started smiling nervously and inching away. But the girl called him back. 

“Come take a picture with me,” she said. Encouraged by her attention, he returned. She put her arm around him, and I took the photo.

As I examined the photos on my camera, the man started whispering to the girl. She answered him in a loud voice: “I told you! I’m not that kind of girl.” She seemed agitated now. Finally sensing that I had misread the situation, I stepped between them. The man began hurrying down the sidewalk.

When the man left, the girl’s demeanor changed completely. She seemed shaken. Her eyes were tearing up. “He just offered me five hundred dollars to go out with him,” she said. “And then when I said ‘no,’ he offered me one thousand. Why does this always happen to me?”

“It happens a lot?” I asked.

“All the time,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m getting emotional. I just can’t go out of my house without this kind of thing happening. I have a son. I’m a mother. I would never degrade myself like that. I just don’t understand why this keeps happening.”

“Do you mind if I tell this story?” I asked.

“Please,” she said. “Tell it.”

Let’s hope this man, and all men, realize the emotional damage they are inflicting on the women they try to buy. In the meantime, feel free to SHARE.*

Dear Tumblr, fuck you for trying to erase this. 

I’m saving this post because as many times as Tumblr tries to erase this woman’s story and act like anything about this was okay, that’s as many times as I’m reposting it. They can either cut me off or stop being assnuggets about this. whichEVER. 

i will always reblog this. because if this woman were white, the mass-erasure of this image and story would not be happening. and that just speaks volumes to me. the bigotry that contributes to this woman’s constant harassment is the same bigotry that led to the erasure of this story in order to ‘protect’ this man. they are COMPLETELY connected. this is a vicious cycle that perpetuates anti-blackness and the degradation and silencing of black women and women of color as a whole.

oh look trubr0wn just deployed more truth bombs.

i am the truth bomb terrorist.

FUCK YOU TUMBLR. I will reblog this every god damn twelve hours. You will NOT erase this woman’s story just because HONY is a bigot who is full of shit. Tumblr staff is full of shit. They are ALL full of shit. And fuck every single one of you shitty people for thinking that you’re going to win. You will NOT.

Hey this disappeared off my tumblr how strange

anyway, here it is again, supporting this lovely lady who has to put up with this crap just because she exists and goes outside, and to call shame on a society that would actually force her to put her arm around the creep who just upped his price after she told him that she wouldn’t whore for him

Here it is, calling attention to the FACT that the aggressor, the perpetrator of this outrage was the one protected, and the victim is just supposed to disappear

To that I say no

no

Open season on Black women is OVER.

I’m going to back up my Tumblr.

But I just want to see if Tumblr will ignore the e-mail I just wrote to them getting unwanted messages by users I’ve told to leave me alone and will send me another e-mail about “violating copyright,” if not try to delete my blog for reblogging this picture and story that needs to be seen and heard.

I’m not claiming ownership of anything, BTW.  Picture, story behind the picture, and the erasure of the picture copyrighted2012 by humansofnewyork.tumblr.com .  And reblogging this picture has an educational reason behind it — to show how black women are dehumanized, and then silenced if they ever speak out.

Tumblr deleted this post from everyone’s blog. Here it is again. And people have saved copies to their computers, including me. Story’s not going away. The internet is forever.

-Jess

hony can eat a million turds for trying to cover this up

elysemarshall:

“And it was still hot.”
Possibly the most perfect line in all of children’s literature?
I’m deeply saddened by the passing of Maurice Sendak. It feels like such a loss. His books were such an integral part of my childhood, of developing my love of reading. As an adult, I was honored to be his publicist at Harper.
I keep thinking of this interview he gave on “Fresh Air” last year, with his thoughts on dying: “I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”
Thank you for all the adventures, Mr. Sendak. We love you more.

elysemarshall:

“And it was still hot.”

Possibly the most perfect line in all of children’s literature?

I’m deeply saddened by the passing of Maurice Sendak. It feels like such a loss. His books were such an integral part of my childhood, of developing my love of reading. As an adult, I was honored to be his publicist at Harper.

I keep thinking of this interview he gave on “Fresh Air” last year, with his thoughts on dying: “I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.”

Thank you for all the adventures, Mr. Sendak. We love you more.