The contextual foreignness of firm breasts in a society that doesn’t use bras
This is funny and charming
By far one of my favorite posts.
I love that across cultures, every woman grabs their boobs.
My friend is an army wife and spent some time with her husband on his Pacific posting. One day the locals invited the families from the British base for a big get-together. It was going really well but after a few hours the British women noticed that a lot of the local babies were crying, so my friend asked one of the mothers if there was something wrong, like a bug going round or something. The mother replied,
“Oh no, they’re just very hungry.”
So my friend asked, “Why don’t you feed them?”
And the mother said, “We will when you’ve gone. We use our breasts to feed them and we don’t want to embarrass you.”
And my shocked friend said, “But we do that too!”
So all the British mothers who had babies sat down and whipped out their boobs to feed them (whether they were hungry or not) and the relieved local mothers then did the same.
Two things:
– because western ladies usually cover their boobs the local ladies weren’t sure whether western women use boobs for what they’re supposed to be for
– women everywhere are considerate of other women
I also really love this photo set because, far too often, we only see pictures of African women as anthropological archetypes. They are treated like exhibits to be studied, similar to exotic animals or landscapes, rather than human beings. I LOVE these pictures, because here we have women of two different cultures laughing and talking and playing around. You can see their personalities shining through and I LOVE IT
Women 🙌🏾
this is one of those photosets that fills me with the rocket-fuel equivalent of hope and optimism
Reblogging this beautiful post before it becomes a tumblr crime
That last comment broke my heart, honestly. This has always been one of my favorite photo sets because of everything it presents: confidence, curiosity, personalities shining through the lens, positive interactions between cultures––
––and now it’s going to be goddamn BANNED because of “female presenting nipples.”
You’re inflicting so much harm with your decision, @staff and @support. You’re erasing so much more than you could ever realize.
This photoset is beautiful because it presents bodies as what they are – not objects solely for titillation, but as something everybody across the world has, and that they hold the potential of positive connection.
Y’all know that Benjamin Alire Sáenz is a 62 year old man who came out when he was 54 after coming to terms with his childhood sexual abuse and exploring his sexuality through writing LGBT themes in his novels? I’m so proud of him and happy that he’s gotten to this point in his life no matter how long it took. I love him so much, he’s my inspiration.
teachers, share the weird crap your kids have done!
I’m not a teacher (yet) but I do work with students and one of them had the nerve to look me dead in the eye and ask me “why would it be a bad idea for me to eat this entire marker?” They’re 11
An 4th grader asked for a high five by saying, “A little slappy to make daddy happy?”
I did not give him a high five.
A student during break had her head in her arms and was shaking a bit, so i asked the kid next to her whether she was laughing or crying and this 8 year old stared me in the eye deadpan and said “im crying on the inside”
Wait i take that back, I cant believe i forgot about the time i brought in a small stuffed octopus as a class mascot because why tf not. It was a class of high schoolers and i didnt imagine theyd actually care much, but one student snuck in a snack and gave it to the octopus as a tribute. Which led to other students doing the same thing, until every day there was a pile of of offerings to Fweej the Overseer, mostly consisting of things like string cheeses and small bags of chips, but sometimes there wouldd be a couple bucks in quarters, one kid brought in some giant pocky i think, and at one point there was a cold stone gift card. This stuffed octopus gained a cult following.
Later i brought in another stuffed octopus that looked exactly the same but bigger and told the class that Fweej the Overseer accepted their offerings and became stronger. These highschoolers lost their goddamn minds.
Oh my god I love this. Thank you for letting those kids be the dorks all high schoolers are.
I have been here so long, anon. So long. Through countless crises. I have seen the rise and fall of fandoms. I have seen mass chaos, social justice wars, the staff running around squawking like the headless chickens they prove to be, more often than not. Tumblr can do its worst, but joke’s on them, this site has been in ruins for years. And my cold, dead body is now, unfortunately, cemented to the chair upon which I’ve sat for nearly a decade. Stubbornly remaining amongst the flames. Forever.