This is Sparta!

blondebeastie:

Please repost if you are human.

STOP THAT MADNESS! THOSE PEOPLE ARE NOT!!! TERRORISTS!
They are civil people, ukraine army is killing them!!! That`s truth. Not hell propaganda, not sweet words about democracy or anti-Russian rhetoric. People in Ukraine ARE dying because of your lies and moral cowardice.

Women feel more guilt than men, not because of some weird chromosomal issue but because they have a history of being blamed for other people’s behavior. You get hit, you must have annoyed someone; you get raped, you must have excited someone; your kid is a junkie, you must have brought him up wrong.

Guilt Poisons Women by Germaine Greer (via mymangotree)

So just stop doing that then, what`s the problem? Who is guilty FOR THAT?:))))) LOL.

I was thinking about that a lot. And I think I can say, I don`t feel its OUR (Russian) culture, Anka. We even never have  had the Witch Hunt in our history. The things you`re talking about calls a witch hunt. It`s mostly European-Catholical issue. Catholics (former ones also)  REALLY gone crazy about the idea of some evil, tempting them. That`s not our culture to worship satan, succubus, Lilith and witches, all that stuff…Funny but they`re all not the real characters of our mythology. We mostly know God, and that we are in charge for our actions  - that`s Russian orthodox mythology we never got satan seriously. (Imp, we like to call him…some little imp, no more) When you see Catholicism, comparing to our common view - their main hero is satan, he is true hero there, really, they feel him and his avatars - much closer then God. They mostly manipulated by fear and loss of responsibility for their behavior (that`s not I am guilty - that`s some avatar of Satan (in female clothes) is tempting me). Funny but that`s western gender culture at the point of the man-woman relationships still. But that`s not the same problem that we have.:-D

Well, since Catholic Church is a truly homoerotic institution (for example - our orthodox priests can be married and have children - catholics - can`t) - it was developed: The European Women Blaming Witch Hunt Culture. Because they had to manipulate young men and held them by the balls. All religion was made to manipulate people using their fear of death and irresponsibility. 

We have other issues. Yes, we`ve lost about 18 million males in WW II that was a real genocide of Russians we never blamed anyone, but our culture became a hidden Matriarchate because of that (not enough men - and women should be stronger then them and be responsible for herself and her man and family and should fight for her man, therefore she is more responsible in life then man -  because she is stronger). We haven`t had a degrading religion for almost 100 years as a main social institution. We have more equality in men and women rights because of communistic ideology - where equality was stated (and was for real) from the beginning of XX century. Western feminists are just shouting louder, but we have a lot more progress in women`s rights and the self-consciousness of our women is more independent. Well the equality was actually always a feature of Slavic tribes.

(We are moving down lower at that point now - and I think we will be losing our positions more and more willingly -  because of the influence of the mediocre western propaganda (that positioning us as a non-civilized barbarian country which needs to be “democrasized” ) but it is the modern Western culture values that are chauvinistic -  that woman is still an object  (you can see tumblr girls problem, (most of them are lamentations of not being in “male standarts” or better to say - convincing themselves that they don`t lament - but that`s the center of their conscious they positioning themselves as an objects). If person is a subject - she thinks from the different point. Another degenerating line to women`s right is - Muslim culture extension. And the third enemy - is an awakening of the Ancient Beast of Church near our government :-D The clouds are gathering:-D We should stay strong. And we should be aware of the fact that we have a lot we can teach “civilized” countries about gender equality, and be aware to lose the positions that we have gained. 

I just want to tell you that slogans are evil - because they are erasing the roots of the problems by pointless propaganda, and that way the most simple problem can seem unsolvable, but it is not. People should just stop thinking in slogans and all problems will be easy solving.

(via blondebeastie)

Haaa :) You took away women’s excuse, you did it again )))))))))))

blondebeastie:

I ask myself is it a sin to be flexible when both Alan and Dave came in?

bluepueblo:

Spring Blossoms, Clovelly, England
photo via polly

bluepueblo:

Spring Blossoms, Clovelly, England

photo via polly

a-moonlit-silhouette:

Buddha Statue in forest Pak Shong in Thailand

a-moonlit-silhouette:

Buddha Statue in forest Pak Shong in Thailand

tjanka:

janonymouse:

The 7-th chapter of WANT (by Ankhesenpaaten Ra)
  Alan grabbed Martin`s backside pressing lad`s hips into his firmly, Martin balked, pressing his palms to Alan`s chest, not seriously, there was a wide Disney-cartoon shining smile on his face.“Are you teasing me now?”The smile widened more even if it seemed a second ago that nothing could be wider and that it was impossible to shine more. Oh, you cheeky monkey, I will wipe your  this smile from your face in a second. Alan removed the towel from Martin`s hips in one fluid movement slapping Martin`s round ass with his both palms. Nevermind how skinny Martin could be, his ass never lost its tempting roundness. He, himself was very shy of this fact. Alan regrets about it roundness came from the complete different reasons.      He grabbed this ass from the downside of it, squeezing it unceremoniously, and Martin`s resistance was over he was just clutching his shoulders with his both hands passionately. Lips found other lips, touching each other tenderly. Feeling the ignition started to work out slowly inside their bodies, they weren`t hurry at all, trying to enjoy the feeling of it to the bottom. 
http://ankh.ru/main_eng.htm

I’m speechless at how wonderful this is. Breathtaking, rough, yet subtle and deep story I read some time ago, now in English. 

“That was my tea, Dave” –  Alan tactfully specified. “WHAT FUCKING TEA?!” – as tactful as he always did Dave asked.“My fucking tea” – Alan repeated calmly – “Why did you throw my tea to the door, Dave? I didn`t make it to be fucked up. I made it to drink. If I`d knew it is so necessary for you to throw some porcelain to the door, I`d made a tea for you too. Excuse me for I was ignorant.”
Alan so… Alan :)))

tjanka:

janonymouse:

The 7-th chapter of WANT (by Ankhesenpaaten Ra)

  Alan grabbed Martin`s backside pressing lad`s hips into his firmly, Martin balked, pressing his palms to Alan`s chest, not seriously, there was a wide Disney-cartoon shining smile on his face.
“Are you teasing me now?”
The smile widened more even if it seemed a second ago that nothing could be wider and that it was impossible to shine more. Oh, you cheeky monkey, I will wipe your  this smile from your face in a second. Alan removed the towel from Martin`s hips in one fluid movement slapping Martin`s round ass with his both palms. Nevermind how skinny Martin could be, his ass never lost its tempting roundness. He, himself was very shy of this fact. Alan regrets about it roundness came from the complete different reasons.
    He grabbed this ass from the downside of it, squeezing it unceremoniously, and Martin`s resistance was over he was just clutching his shoulders with his both hands passionately. Lips found other lips, touching each other tenderly. Feeling the ignition started to work out slowly inside their bodies, they weren`t hurry at all, trying to enjoy the feeling of it to the bottom. 

http://ankh.ru/main_eng.htm

I’m speechless at how wonderful this is. Breathtaking, rough, yet subtle and deep story I read some time ago, now in English. 

“That was my tea, Dave” – Alan tactfully specified. 
“WHAT FUCKING TEA?!” – as tactful as he always did Dave asked.
“My fucking tea” – Alan repeated calmly – “Why did you throw my tea to the door, Dave? I didn`t make it to be fucked up. I made it to drink. If I`d knew it is so necessary for you to throw some porcelain to the door, I`d made a tea for you too. Excuse me for I was ignorant.”

Alan so… Alan :)))

The 7-th chapter of WANT (by Ankhesenpaaten Ra)
  Alan grabbed Martin`s backside pressing lad`s hips into his firmly, Martin balked, pressing his palms to Alan`s chest, not seriously, there was a wide Disney-cartoon shining smile on his face.“Are you teasing me now?”The smile widened more even if it seemed a second ago that nothing could be wider and that it was impossible to shine more. Oh, you cheeky monkey, I will wipe your  this smile from your face in a second. Alan removed the towel from Martin`s hips in one fluid movement slapping Martin`s round ass with his both palms. Nevermind how skinny Martin could be, his ass never lost its tempting roundness. He, himself was very shy of this fact. Alan regrets about it roundness came from the complete different reasons.      He grabbed this ass from the downside of it, squeezing it unceremoniously, and Martin`s resistance was over he was just clutching his shoulders with his both hands passionately. Lips found other lips, touching each other tenderly. Feeling the ignition started to work out slowly inside their bodies, they weren`t hurry at all, trying to enjoy the feeling of it to the bottom. 
http://ankh.ru/main_eng.htm

The 7-th chapter of WANT (by Ankhesenpaaten Ra)

  Alan grabbed Martin`s backside pressing lad`s hips into his firmly, Martin balked, pressing his palms to Alan`s chest, not seriously, there was a wide Disney-cartoon shining smile on his face.
“Are you teasing me now?”
The smile widened more even if it seemed a second ago that nothing could be wider and that it was impossible to shine more. Oh, you cheeky monkey, I will wipe your  this smile from your face in a second. Alan removed the towel from Martin`s hips in one fluid movement slapping Martin`s round ass with his both palms. Nevermind how skinny Martin could be, his ass never lost its tempting roundness. He, himself was very shy of this fact. Alan regrets about it roundness came from the complete different reasons.
    He grabbed this ass from the downside of it, squeezing it unceremoniously, and Martin`s resistance was over he was just clutching his shoulders with his both hands passionately. Lips found other lips, touching each other tenderly. Feeling the ignition started to work out slowly inside their bodies, they weren`t hurry at all, trying to enjoy the feeling of it to the bottom. 

http://ankh.ru/main_eng.htm

blondebeastie:

Gospel of Martin, parable of the compromise.
Dave:“Martin, could you please take off your hat of the little skunk and put on the suit.”
Martin:“No way”
Andy: “Martin we all are wearing suites”
Martin: “That`s your problem”
Dave: “Our problem is you, Martin, more accurate, you little-skunk-hat…why the fuck did you put on this hat if they told us to wear suits for that photo session!?”
Martin: “I am wearing a suit”
Dave:”Which fucking suite do you wearing?!”
Martin: “ A little-skunk suit”
Andy: “Oh, fuck you, Martin!”
Martin: “You both should be grateful that I am not wearing a skunk tail also”
(both voices, enlightened)
“THANK YOU VERY MUCH INDEED, MARTIN!”
Martin: “Ok, we can compromise”
Andy: “ You don`t say”
Dave: “Oy Vey!”
Martin:”I will wear a suit with my little-skunk hat”
Dave, hiding his face in his palms: “Lord, make me unsee that!”
Andy:”Martin, are you sure that the compromise looks like that?”
Martin: “Be strong, gentlemen, for that is how the compromise always looks in real life”.

blondebeastie:

Gospel of Martin, parable of the compromise.

Dave:“Martin, could you please take off your hat of the little skunk and put on the suit.”

Martin:“No way”

Andy: “Martin we all are wearing suites”

Martin: “That`s your problem”

Dave: “Our problem is you, Martin, more accurate, you little-skunk-hat…why the fuck did you put on this hat if they told us to wear suits for that photo session!?”

Martin: “I am wearing a suit”

Dave:”Which fucking suite do you wearing?!”

Martin: “ A little-skunk suit”

Andy: “Oh, fuck you, Martin!”

Martin: “You both should be grateful that I am not wearing a skunk tail also”

(both voices, enlightened)

“THANK YOU VERY MUCH INDEED, MARTIN!”

Martin: “Ok, we can compromise”

Andy: “ You don`t say”

Dave: “Oy Vey!”

Martin:”I will wear a suit with my little-skunk hat”

Dave, hiding his face in his palms: “Lord, make me unsee that!”

Andy:”Martin, are you sure that the compromise looks like that?”

Martin: “Be strong, gentlemen, for that is how the compromise always looks in real life”.

blondebeastie:

The 6-th chapter of WANT (by Ankhesenpaaten Ra)

Another view of the story in DM. NC-17 of course. Alan`s point of view.

Martin came into the studio in early hours, and announced not even telling him hello, with his eyes down:

“I slept with Dave”

If Alan have been smarter he`d reacted other way. If Alan have been more unconcerned, he`d reacted smarter. But he couldn`t be smarter and more unconcerned and he slapped Martin on his face silently. Martin bumped onto the wall as silently as Alan was, and just rushed away through the front door back from where he came, like a bullet.

“Cunt,” - said Alan to himself.

He automatically reached for his jacket, pulled off the pack of cigarettes and a lighter with his shaking hands, and went out into the small rain and fog to smoke. He stood there for a long time with his cigarette unlit, staring bluntly. He didn`t know it can hurt like that before. From one point they`ve promised nothing to each other. From that point they both were grown up and independent gentlemen, who have their rights to be themselves. But it was fucking hurts like hell like something was tearing up his guts. And…

it was Dave. Fuck him sideways!

Fifteen minutes have passed until Alan was able to try to lit his cigarette, but it became so wet he simply could not. He scolded and threw it away into the lawn, and got another one from his pocket. He didn`t care about the raindrops, rolling down from his hair and face, he was deciding what is more appealing to him now, to kill Martin, to kill Dave or to die himself

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