My name is Cyd
These are my digital declarations of Art, Music, Sex & Freedom.
All forms of divine decadence and debauchery welcome.
poly • cis-female
25 • NYC • Rated NC-17 (18+)
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Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.
Anaïs Nin (via stellablu)

(Source: kerryquotesquotes, via hoodoothatvoodoo)

I don’t agree that sex work should be treated “like any other job” because “any other job” that is available to women facing multiple oppressions tend to be horrible. Sex work needs to be treated like how any job should be treated, which is with respect, dignity, and self-determination. Nobody should be forced (either by force or by economic necessity) to work in jobs that she feels is deeply dehumanizing–which for many women, though not all, include prostitution, and may include many other forms of labor.

Emi Koyama (via wewantrevolutiongirlstylenow

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(via grrrlvirus-deactivated20120426)

The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room: “Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”

Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question. Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.” Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified:

“I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street,” said one.
“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.
“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”
“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”
“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”

The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life — including my mother, sister and girlfriend — and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender.

Why I Am A Male Feminist (via belle-de-nuit)

(Source: newwavefeminism, via queen-of-disease)

I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.
Oscar Wilde (via urbanmode)

(Source: avume, via homoarigato)

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames
Rumi (via disgustinghuman)

(via disgustinghuman)

But hurry, let’s entwine ourselves as one,
our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love,
so time discovers us safely destroyed.
Federico García Lorca, Sonnet of the Garland of Roses, trans. by Scott Tucker (via frenchtwist)

(via hoodoothatvoodoo)

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
Jeffrey McDaniel  (via youngfolksociety)

(Source: fleurishes, via bitter--bitch)

mollypeck: For the imagination thrives on ignorance and on the moist moral impress it takes from new pressures of experience. I am happiest when I have begun something, when I have pitched into that homely chaos of formal possibility, when I do not know where I am or where I am headed. It is a happiness like riding the subway after midnight. Anything can happen, and even if nothing does we will imagine some surprise or plot, a coincidence or ecstasy of patterns. In that zone of uncertainty, language feels like a treacherous ruin, and the task of making poetry, far from being a courtly or schoolish activity, seems one of elemental clarification, of dusting brittle vestiges of broken pots and bones in the hope of assembling something — history, fact, material, a feeling for what is just and beautiful — that might be made whole and true.                                       — W.S. Di Piero, from the title essay in Shooting the Works

mollypeck:

For the imagination thrives on ignorance and on the moist moral impress it takes from new pressures of experience. I am happiest when I have begun something, when I have pitched into that homely chaos of formal possibility, when I do not know where I am or where I am headed. It is a happiness like riding the subway after midnight. Anything can happen, and even if nothing does we will imagine some surprise or plot, a coincidence or ecstasy of patterns. In that zone of uncertainty, language feels like a treacherous ruin, and the task of making poetry, far from being a courtly or schoolish activity, seems one of elemental clarification, of dusting brittle vestiges of broken pots and bones in the hope of assembling something — history, fact, material, a feeling for what is just and beautiful — that might be made whole and true.

                                      — W.S. Di Piero, from the title essay in Shooting the Works

(via psychotic-art)

Let others vibrate as they vibrate and want the best for them. Never mind how they’re flowing to you. You concentrate on how you’re flowing. Because one who is connected to the Energy Stream is more powerful, more influential than a million who are not.
Abraham (via katiekashmir)

(Source: moreofamore, via thedame)

Lust is to take and then take more.
To devour, to consume. No logic, no reason.
Original Sin (2001)
If you are a white woman and you want to call yourself a feminist, you must acknowledge that your whiteness affords you a privilege that shields you from a lot. You must also acknowledge that you are afforded privileges that some men in this country do not have. Racism and sexism are tightly intertwined. You cannot fight one while ignoring the other.

ladyatheist (via mamaatheist)

BOOM.

(via getsnarly)

^^^^

(via sexxxisbeautiful)

(via sexxxisbeautiful)

psychotic-art: Open Road by Austin Kleon

psychotic-art:

Open Road by Austin Kleon

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.
Chuck Palahniuk (via psychotic-art)

(Source: misswallflower, via psychotic-art)

I refuse to step inside the ring and fight like a gladiator against my own. I’m not playing that game. Any woman who has survived a year or more of making music has my undying respect. It is a hard and vicious game and only the strongest and smartest survive.
Shirley Manson (via allwasteandvoid)

(via fake-riot)

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