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April Lulabee: I watch too many movies about things that won't happen and they make me sad
April Lulabee: reality has made me sad
April Lulabee: so sad, I fear it will make me mad very soon
April Lulabee: as in, bonkers
Doug Young: oh dear
Doug Young: I have a theory about that, can I tell you my idea?
April Lulabee: okay
Doug Young: I think when we are young we are born with something very special. It's a part of us and it's big and it is ready to see the world and take in all these new things.
Doug Young: Maybe this is part of the brain, or the soul, or the heel of your foot.
Doug Young: But everyone knows it is there, when we are young.
Doug Young: Then as people get older they do not need to see as many things anymore. Their imaginations relent to logic, they understand what is there so do not need to see it anymore.
Doug Young: And this part of them begins to diminish. Reduce.
Doug Young: In no one does this ever completely go away, but it is a shadow of its former self.
Doug Young: In some very lucky (or unlucky) people, however
Doug Young: This does not shrink or become a shadow. It is ever present. It never grew up.
Doug Young: But because we need to feed this part of us that is still large and in charge, but because there is so little to offer it in such an atmosphere it begins to become malnourished.
Doug Young: And that is why we are sad.
Doug Young: As we grow big this part of us grows small. Then its needs are an echo, hard to hear. A faint memory. For some it is loud and present and it yells for us to discover, to learn, to adventure. To see the magic! But that magic is being swallowed up all around us. Our parts become sad.
Doug Young: something like that
Doug Young: that's my idea
April Lulabee: that's true
April Lulabee: you don't need any think books or experiments to know that
April Lulabee: I don't know how I'm going to make it out there
April Lulabee: I don't want to do it anymore
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the chipmunk voices!!! again!
so then let me meet a man who won’t pull away when I kiss his hands; when I push him into corners and unbutton his jeans and please good god let him say what he means.
Organon: To all those men who don't think the rape... →
oforganon: (via) This post in particular is addressed to men, not because women don’t rape and women don’t make/laugh at rape jokes and not because men can’t be raped, but because, by nature of the existing gender disparity, men are in a unique position to be taken seriously when they raise objections to…