Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virile. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis were all called virgin, which did not refer to sexual chastity, but sexual independence. And all great culture heroes of the past, mythic or historic, were said to be born of virgin mothers: Marduk, Gilgamesh, Buddha, Osiris, Dionysus, Genghis Khan, Jesus - they were all affirmed as sons of the Great Mother, of the Original One, their worldly power deriving from her. When the Hebrews used the word, and in the original Aramaic, it meant ‘maiden’ or ‘young woman’, with no connotations to sexual chastity. But later Christian translators could not conceive of the ‘Virgin Mary’ as a woman of independent sexuality, needless to say; they distorted the meaning into sexually pure, chaste, never touched.
Monica Sjoo, The Great Cosmic Mother: Rediscovering the Religion of the Earth (via anya-eye)
Let’s make virginity a more awesome social construct.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Had a sleepover last night and apparently spoke Spanish and laughed in my sleep…psycho
Oh Christ I just wanted you to fuck me
and then I became greedy,
I wanted you to love me
hes gonna make a great seeing eye dog
The world looks better through a scientific lens. According to the 2014 Wellcome Image Awards winners, anyway. Here’s my favorites:
- At top we see the cross-section of a lily flower bud by Spike Walker, perfectly illustrating the ordered anatomy of a bloom, from eggy ovules to spermy stamens to beautifully bundled petals and sepals.
- Next, we see a pair of wee monsters, an electron micrograph image of a louse embedded on a human hair, by Kevin Mackenzie, and a zebrafish embryo, all eyes on you, by Annie Cavanagh and David McCarthy.
- Next we see the false-colored silver oxide flowers that “grow” from stems of calcium carbonate after agricultural sludge is burned at high temperatures, from Eberhart Kernahan. Next to that is a rather painful-looking kidney stone that could be mistaken for an alien moon, by Kevin Mackenzie.
- Finally, an x-ray of a bat, by Chris Thorn, reminding us that the wings of those much-maligned mammals are just really big webby hands.