I have always purred, growled, and roared my way through my existance. I am trans*-masculine, queer, nonhuman, and mostly a 'gentleman', for lack of a better term.
With a talent for both domination and submission- and a fondness for a large dose of kink.
Fionnbharr is my name. It is pronounced FIN-var.
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Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan, an indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego): The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start. Oh yes, this is an exquisite word, compressing a thrilling and scary relationship moment. It’s that delicious, cusp-y moment of imminent seduction. Neither of you has mustered the courage to make a move, yet. Hands haven’t been placed on knees; you’ve not kissed. But you’ve both conveyed enough to know that it will happen soon… very soon.
Yuanfen(Chinese): A relationship by fate or destiny. This is a complex concept. It draws on principles of predetermination in Chinese culture, which dictate relationships, encounters and affinities, mostly among lovers and friends.From what I glean, in common usage yuanfen means the “binding force” that links two people together in any relationship. But interestingly, “fate” isn’t the same thing as “destiny.” Even if lovers are fated to find each other they may not end up together. The proverb, “have fate without destiny,” describes couples who meet, but who don’t stay together, for whatever reason. It’s interesting, to distinguish in love between the fated and the destined. Romantic comedies, of course, confound the two.
Cafuné (Brazilian Portuguese): The act of tenderly running your fingers through someone’s hair.
Retrouvailles (French): The happiness of meeting again after a long time. This is such a basic concept, and so familiar to the growing ranks of commuter relationships, or to a relationship of lovers, who see each other only periodically for intense bursts of pleasure. I’m surprised we don’t have any equivalent word for this subset of relationship bliss. It’s a handy one for modern life.
Ilunga (Bantu): A person who is willing to forgive abuse the first time; tolerate it the second time, but never a third time. Apparently, in 2004, this word won the award as the world’s most difficult to translate. Although at first, I thought it did have a clear phrase equivalent in English: It’s the “three strikes and you’re out” policy. But ilunga conveys a subtler concept, because the feelings are different with each “strike.” The word elegantly conveys the progression toward intolerance, and the different shades of emotion that we feel at each stop along the way. Ilunga captures what I’ve described as the shade of gray complexity in marriages—Not abusive marriages, but marriages that involve infidelity, for example. We’ve got tolerance, within reason, and we’ve got gradations of tolerance, and for different reasons. And then, we have our limit. The English language to describe this state of limits and tolerance flattens out the complexity into black and white, or binary code. You put up with it, or you don’t. You “stick it out,” or not. Ilunga restores the gray scale, where many of us at least occasionally find ourselves in relationships, trying to love imperfect people who’ve failed us and whom we ourselves have failed.
La Douleur Exquise (French): The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have. When I came across this word I thought of “unrequited” love. It’s not quite the same, though. “Unrequited love” describes a relationship state, but not a state of mind. Unrequited love encompasses the lover who isn’t reciprocating, as well as the lover who desires. La douleur exquise gets at the emotional heartache, specifically, of being the one whose love is unreciprocated.
Koi No Yokan (Japanese): The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love. This is different than “love at first sight,” since it implies that you might have a sense of imminent love, somewhere down the road, without yet feeling it. The term captures the intimation of inevitable love in the future, rather than the instant attraction implied by love at first sight.
Ya’aburnee(Arabic): “You bury me.” It’s a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person, because of how difficult it would be to live without them. The online dictionary that lists this word calls it “morbid and beautiful.” It’s the “How Could I Live Without You?” slickly insincere cliché of dating, polished into a more earnest, poetic term.
Forelsket: (Norwegian): The euphoria you experience when you’re first falling in love. This is a wonderful term for that blissful state, when all your senses are acute for the beloved, the pins and needles thrill of the novelty. There’s a phrase in English for this, but it’s clunky. It’s “New Relationship Energy,” or NRE.
Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.” It’s interesting that saudade accommodates in one word the haunting desire for a lost love, or for an imaginary, impossible, never-to-be-experienced love. Whether the object has been lost or will never exist, it feels the same to the seeker, and leaves her in the same place: She has a desire with no future. Saudade doesn’t distinguish between a ghost, and a fantasy. Nor do our broken hearts, much of the time.
everything in your history books, with few exceptions, is filtered through the lens of white Eurocentric eliminationst thought. you will only learn what a board of educators, working with a biased, racist agenda, decide is fit for you to know unless you go out and educate yourself. unless you sit down, shut up, and listen to other voices
history is not something you absorb and passively take in. history is something you wrest from the mountains of bullshit, something you piece together from bits here and there, something you follow in a patchwork pattern, not a linear progression, something you are constantly expounding on and working with.
the contributions of marginalized groups do not exist in high school history except as tokens there to contribute to a vision of sanitized and non-threatening ‘diversity’. whatever marginalized group you belong to, you will not see any realistic representation of it in class or in texts.
the most beautiful truths to be found in global literature are unlikely to be found in your required texts.
sometimes it is not about learning, but unlearning, and recognizing your privileges and dismantling them. this is not a process with an end. this is a process you choose to engage in for the rest of your life. it is not meant to be easy or comfortable. it is meant to hurt, to disrupt, to be real.
people have a vested interest in keeping you ignorant.
Say hello to mechanically separated chicken. It’s what all fast-food chicken is made from—things like chicken nuggets and patties. Also, the processed frozen chicken in the stores is made from it.
Basically, the entire chicken is smashed and pressed through a sieve—bones, eyes, guts, and all. it comes out looking like this.
There’s more: because it’s crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, soaked in it, actually. Then, because it tastes gross, it will be reflavored artificially. Then, because it is weirdly pink, it will be dyed with artificial color.
But, hey, at least it tastes good, right?
High five, America!
oh my god
Hannah omg
ACTUALLY…
I actually immediately thought TUBBY CUSTARD.
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laughs at people thinking its real
wow
wow applies palm to face
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STUPID PEOPLE. OMFG. xDDDD
AHEM.
No, the entire chicken is not pressed through a sieve. First the chicken is processed; head, feet, guts, and feather removed. Then it’s butchered: Breasts, wings and thighs removed and graded. The remainder of the carcass, including really choice meat in the back and ribs that’s delicious and nutritious but difficult to separate from the bone except by laborious hand process , as well as any prime cuts that aren’t salable because they’re torn or bruised or contain broken bones and usually a bunch of excess skin, are run through a high intensity food processor. That meat and bone slurry is run through a sieve with centrifugal forge to get out all the bone shards and connective tissue. It’s -meat-.
People are grossed out by basic food processing techniques because people don’t handle food anymore or understand the process between live animal and breaded pattie.
For anyone who still thinks that flute sucks. Also, I really, really want to have one. It’s been waaaaay too long since I’ve played and I think I actually need this more than food or sex.
YOU ROCK DAT FLUTE, DUDE
Too good to be true!! O_O
OMG HIS FACE IS SO INTENSE LOL
Flute doesn’t suck… it blows. Basic physics here, people.
Also, love this.
Also, Jethro Tull.
That is all.
Why does this not have more notes and how can I get a copy?
“Once upon a time there was a girl who had 7 invisible horses. People thought she was crazy and that she in fact had 7 imaginative horses, but this was not the case. When autumn came the girl spent a whole day washing all her clothes. She hung them on a string in her garden to let the gentle autumn sun dry them. Out of nowhere, a terrible storm came and its fiercefull winds grabbed a hold of all her clothes and all seven horses (authors note: since they are invisible they obviously didn’t weigh much). The girl was devistated and spent all autumn looking for each horse spread around the country, wrapped in her clothes.”
