feeding time by targete2007 on Flickr.
feeding time by targete2007 on Flickr.
Woodland
By a.n.k.i.
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I love how at first glace you think its a man asking the question. That’s how conditioned we are to think of gender roles. Women shave legs and men don’t. I actually smiled when I saw that it was the guy that shaved his legs and the girl didn’t. Maybe it’s time we stopped being so conditioned.
At first I didn’t completely misconstrue the genders. I thought it was a woman asking a woman. Because men don’t ask about shaving. They’d only ask why you don’t, not why you do. Men and society seem to forget that women naturally have hair on their legs so smooth legs aren’t inherently feminine.
I think everyone forgets that women naturally have body hair. So much of our clothing that’s cut for women makes pit hair or leg hair look really out of place, so you see it and go, “WHOA, HAIR!” and it’s this big deal. It’s really difficult to turn the switches on and off in your brain until you can think, “Here’s all this body hair on me and I’m still fucking feminine and I can still feel pretty.” I was able to get there until summer rolled along and I realized that dresses and skirts make pit/leg hair feel like something to be ashamed of again.
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I don’t think I have felt more awkward about the clothes that I put on my body since puberty, honestly. Being a “real adult” with a job and a commute and stuff, I feel really insecure about looking younger than I am in my plain, clean T-shirt/plaid and plain, clean jeans (especially since I refuse to wear makeup) compared to my fellow commuters in their pencil skirts and slacks and expensive button-ups. But I’m physically comfortable. Every time I try to go shopping for clothes to look “more business” in I just feel like we’re trying to put a dress on a sheep.
In art school, looking like a weirdo was the way to go, and I learned how to look artsy and androgynous really well. But the way I have taught myself to look is neither appropriate for my job nor does it feel “right” anymore. I feel really lost in how I’m supposed to present myself in a way that gets across the way I want to be seen, while still being physically comfortable and practical. Sometimes it feels really impossible.
White Tailed Deer Running Scared Along the Methow River - Bern’e Krausse
By thomassylthe
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byct:
This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.
Me too, and I make noises, like the noises that lines would make if they made noises
Guilty of this.
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Zdislav Beksinski
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By mtetcher
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I find this awesome.
I wish this was true in Vermont so I didn’t have to keep a mental log of who cares if you’re on their land and who doesn’t, and who falls into the “I don’t know, but this is a second home and it doesn’t seem like they’re here, so I will walk through this field and eat their wild strawberries OH SHIT THAT’S THEM,” category.
“Nothing Specific”
I’ve developed a problem where pictures of nature make me think “Skyrim.”