"Anatomy of a Male Orgasm" collage art by bedelgeuse. Created for the 30th annual exotic art show.
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08 Jan 04:35
Hooked on Chthonics would probably be a metal band of the...
Hooked on Chthonics would probably be a metal band of the dorkiest people. Also I have no idea why metal owl has a pet frog or why it needs a house, but it somehow works in the strip.
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01 Jan 17:03
happy new year!
by kris
2014 is gonna be a really full year! i hope you have a great time tonight in times square! the city of new york is barely big enough to contain all that joy and brotherhood behind its walls! 3… 2… 1…
you may wanna wear your spongeguard masculine bulwark tonight
in seriousness i had a wonderful 2013, and a difficult 2013. both the elements necessary for fond look back, and hopes for the next year. <3
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31 Dec 03:23
Dolphins Get High on Eating Pufferfish
by Andy Cush
Revelation 1: chewing on pufferfish has an intoxicating effect (and can also slowly kill you, if you eat enough). Revelation 2: Dolphins know this, and use the spiny fish as a means to get, like, really high.
News.com.au describes a scene in a BBC documentary about everyone’s favorite marine mammals:
“This was a case of young dolphins purposefully experimenting with something we know to be intoxicating,” said Rob Pilley, a zoologist who worked as a producer on the series.
“After chewing the puffer and gently passing it round, they began acting most peculiarly, hanging around with their noses at the surface as if fascinated by their own reflection.”
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And like any experienced drug user, dolphins appear to know their product.
“The dolphins were specifically going for the puffers and deliberately handling them with care. Dolphins seem to be experts on how to prepare puffers and how to handle them.”
Dolphins: just as smart as everyone says they are!
(Photo: Adam Fagen/Flickr)
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30 Dec 17:20
Social Justice Kittens 2014 Calendar
Social Justice Kittens 2014 Calendar
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27 Dec 04:58
En historia om en man på en filt
by Caroline Åsgård
Ni som känner mig väl har hört denna korta historien säkert flera gånger men jag ska nu försöka skriva ner händelsen i text för er som ännu inte har hört den.
I början av sommaren var mitt huvud fortfarande tungt av mörka tankar och jag gladdes inte på samma sätt som jag gör idag. Jag hade precis fått en lägenhet ihop med en kär vän och semestern hade precis börjat. Det var lördagskväll, jag hade inga planer för alla var upptagna med sitt så jag kontaktade en gammal bekant från Norrköping som nu höll till i Stockholm. Vi stämde träff vid Medborgarplatsen för att sedan gå vidare till någon bar och prata igenom de senaste två åren. Det var när jag gick förbi teatern som historien började. Där satt en man på en filt, runt 50 år gammal, grått hår och blå T-shirt. Han hade en pappersmugg framför sig där det låg några enkronor. Jag tog upp 10 kronor och la i muggen, han såg på mig med vänliga ögon, nickade och sa "Tack så mycket, du ser ut som min mor gjorde på den tiden det begav sig." Jag stannade upp och sa tack till den vänliga mannen. Sen frågade jag om han var hungrig varpå han svarade att han var, mycket hungrig. Jag gick till närmsta affär och köpte en stor baguette till mannen och en liten fralla till mig själv och gick tillbaka till teatern. Jag gav honom baguetten och frågade om jag fick sitta och äta med honom. Vi satt där en stund i tystnad och åt tills jag frågade honom om han var hemlös. Mannen slutade tugga, slöt ögonen och sa det otroliga:
- Nej, jag har min filt och så har jag hela världen framför mig.
Jag blev helt stum, aldrig förut har jag hört någon säga någonting så vackert. Sekunden efter han hade sagt de magiska orden försvann de mörka tankarna. Efter att jag hört hans ord har världen varit en ljus och vacker plats. Han såg sig inte som hemlös för han hade världen som sitt hem. Han klagade inte över att han var hungrig eller inte hade tak över huvudet. Han var glad för att han levde och fick uppleva världen på ett sätt som inte många fått se. Han gladdes åt de små sakerna, som att en främling bjöd på en macka och satte sig ner för att äta med honom. Han berättade hur han älskade soluppgången, de svenska sommarnätterna och att han brukade sitta och fundera på vad folk, som brukade gå förbi honom, tänkte. Han berättade mycket om sitt liv, hur folk hade spottat på honom, kastat pengar för att göra sig lustig inför sina vänner och hur han en gång fick chansen att köra en Harley Davidson motorcykel. Folk i min närhet har en fallenhet för att ta på sig offerkoftan och klaga över helt onödiga saker som inte ens är värt att nämna och det kan göra mig så less. Du har allting du behöver och lite till, ändå är det så mycket du vill ha och så mycket som står i vägen för det perfekta livet. "Jag fick springa till bussen", "Jag fick inte till håret som jag ville", "Någon kollade snett på mig på stan", "Jag känner mig ful", "Maten är äcklig", "Jag har bara 3 000 kr att leva för den här månaden"... Listan kan göras lång. Ofta får jag höra att jag är så glad och inte klagar, det är nog sant. Jag har ingenting att klaga på, jag har allt jag behöver och lite till. Jag har ofta gått tillbaka för att se om han är där men jag har inte sett honom sen den dagen.
En man på en filt, utan hem, utan jobb, utan pengar och utan familj gav mig hoppet om livet tillbaka.
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I will try to translate this.
It was a normal summerday , my head was still heavy with dark thoughts and I was not happy in the same way as I am today. . It was a Saturday night , I had no plans cuz everyone was busy with so I contacted an old acquaintance from Norrköping who at that time lived in Stockholm . We sued reunion to catch up the past two years. It was when I walked past the Theater the story began. On the treet sat a man in a blanket, around 50 years old, gray hair and blue T-shirt. He had a paper cup in front of him with some coins . I gave him some money, he looked at me with kind eyes , nodded and said "Thank you so much, you look like my mother did in the 40s. " I stopped and said thank you to the friendly man . Then I asked if he was hungry to which he replied that he was, very hungry. I went to the nearest store and bought a large baguette to the man and a small bread roll to myself and went back to the theater. I gave him the food and asked if I could sit and eat with him. We sat there for a moment in silence and ate until I asked him if he was homeless . The man stopped chewing, closed his eyes and said:
- No, I have my blanket and then I have the whole world in front of me .
I was completely speechless , never before have I heard someone say something so beautiful. A second after he had said the magic words, the dark thoughts disappeared . After I heard his words , the world has been a bright and beautiful place. He didn't saw him self as homeless because he had the world as his home . He didn't complain even though he was hungry and had no shelter. He was happy that he was alive and got to experience the world in a way that not many have seen . He loved the small things in life , like a stranger offering a sandwich and sat down to eat with him. He told me how he loved the sunrise , the Swedish summer nights and that he used to sit and think about what the people, who used to walk past him, thought . He told me a lot about his life , how people sometimes spit on him , throwed money to make fun of him in front of their friends and how he once got the chance to drive a Harley Davidson motorcycle . I have often gone back to see if he's there but I haven't seen him since that day.
A man on a blanket, without a home , without a job, without money and without family gave me back the hope on life.
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Caroline
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27 Dec 04:15
Backdoor Pharmacist Is Dreaming of a High Christmas
by Backdoor Pharmacist
Whenever people talk about drug decriminalization or much more radical drug legalization, opponents point towards the crime and sickness that’s in actually existing drug culture today. This is an implicit question they are asking is: “so what is your alternative?” What we should want is a world where recreational drugs are unified under one framework.
What we have today, is a trillion dollar “War on Drugs”, that has seen drugs become cheaper, more powerful, greatly enriched drug cartels, and sent prison budgets and populations skyrocketing. To underscore the futility of Nixon’s war, are the unending waves of new synthetic drugs, often initially created by a legitimate pharmaceutical company or university as part of their medical research. You ban one, two more take its place. The War on Drugs is over; the drugs won; we have failed. We must acknowledge that mankind’s need to alter the state of one’s consciousness is natural.
The natural world is full of examples of other animals that get high. Cats eat catnip (Nepeta cataria) and roll around, bighorn sheep will grind their teeth to dust to get at hallucinogenic lichen (unknown), cattle graze locoweed (some members of family Fabaceae), goats helped us discover coffee beans (genera Coffea), reindeer eat hallucinogenic fly agaric mushrooms (Amanita muscaria), kangaroos eat poppies (Papaver somniferum), and monkeys will socially molest millipedes (possibly Buzonium crassipes) together to suck on their defensive secretions to trip balls.
This idea is not impossible; it is achievable. It would be an extension of the regulatory culture and system we already have around the legal recreational drugs and pharmaceuticals.
However let’s not fool ourselves — nicotine, ethanol, caffeine, are drugs. They are legal, over the counter, common, and our social acceptance of them, despite their objectively demonstrated potential for great harm, is what makes them allowed. Cannabis, and a coming avalanche of novel drugs should be legal for consenting adults to partake in.
This is not a pipe dream. New Zealand has gone and actually done this. They’ve passed the Psychoactive Substances Act of 2013 that makes it possible for persons, including legal persons like a corporation, to submit drugs for review not because they cure a disease or treat a symptom, but because they are fun. Drugs that are already illegal — cannabis, meth, etc — will remain illegal so as to not conflict with international treaties.
The law creates the Psychoactive Substances Regulatory Authority under their current Ministry of Health, along with a Psychoactive Substances Expert Advisory Committee. They have a licensing procedure for importation, manufacture, research and sales of said substances. They also have a procedure, where a trial about a new drug is submitted, and the Committee decides whether or not it poses no more than a “low risk of harm” before they approve it for sale. You can’t sell to kids below age 18. This is an actually existing regulatory body, just like our FDA, that will vette these substances.
Uruguay has gone a step farther, given the international treaties on banning cannabis the finger, and passed legislation for the full legalization of cannabis. The state controlled marijuana industry even set the price to just $1 a gram, like how our government controls milk prices, in order to accelerate crushing the drug cartels that currently have a stranglehold on the industry. The cannabis will be tested to ensure the THC content isn’t too high, and there will be a 40g monthly limit along with a national database to ensure buyers won’t break the limit. That’s just like our databases that set limits on how much cold medicine you can buy to prevent meth manufacture.
I’m not saying to put out vending machines for Refreshing Crack Cocaine! brought to you by El Zeta Locos. In fact, by legalizing it, you’ve kneecapped the cartels. Their entire state of being, their power and enormous profits, are because drugs are illegal. A legal farmer co-op can’t round up policemen, and string up their naked bodies. Pfizer can’t pour lethal amounts of veterinary drugs to bulk up and cut their product. The bodega down the street has to ask for ID before they can sell you a pack. Every little satchlet for just one dose of Tylenol has to contain a list of ingredients and warnings on the dangers of the the drug. Go find a dealer who asks for ID, ensures purity, warns you of side effects, and finally checks you out in the database to ensure you’re not buying too much.
You, as an informed adult, should have the choice to walk into Duane Reade, buy a limited amount of FDA approved recreational substance created in an inspected and regulated lab or farm, and then enjoy your evening. The FDA’s drug approval committee already exists. A database for checking whether or not you’re exceeding a limit on the amount of a drug to buy already exists. The habit of asking for a license to verify age already exists. The pharmacist that is happy to answer any questions you have about side effects already exists. Everything is already here, already in place, and already functioning.
I can already hear the critics saying: “Addicts and criminals will just find a way to exploit your system.” Yes that is true, but that is already happening and true of every law we have. Just because some people drive drunk, or break the speed limit, doesn’t meant we should ban cars all together. We already have a legal body, two in fact — the DEA and the ATF — that can handle enforcement of drug laws.
So what of the addicts? The legalization of recreational drugs requires the decriminalization of drugs. Addicts should be viewed as a medical problem. Portugal went through with complete decriminalization. Their existing court system, combined with trained doctors, determines whether you’re an addict and then sends you to mandatory treatment. Portugal now enjoys a much lower drug crime rate with relapses falling.
All of the systems and infrastructure needed to support this “radical” idea are already actually existing. Sure it’s not perfect, but what system is?
Let us repeat the slogan of the 1968 situationalists in France, a total revolution did not come, but their positive spirit still echos to this day: “Soyez réalistes, demandez l’impossible” or “Be realistic, demand the impossible.”
Backdoor Pharmacist was on quaaludes, “molly,” mephedrone, kratom, benzos, niche hallucinogens, smart drugs, sleeping pills, more sleeping pills and “bath salts.” Backdoor Pharmacist does not want you to rot or OD. Backdoor Pharmacist makes “liver magic” and does NOT drink coffee.
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27 Dec 03:45
Fear of a Black Santa
by Amy K. Nelson
There is a black Santa Claus at the Macy’s on 34th Street, but you won’t find him if you just follow the crowd to the 8th Floor Santaland exhibit to wait in line for the white one. That is because Macy’s doesn’t reveal black Santa’s location the way they do the white Santa. It’s not advertised in any newspapers or even on their website in very small print next to an asterisk. Inside the dizzying Santaland maze, the walls are adorned with traditional (white) Christmas scenes: 50s era paintings of kids ice skating, snow-covered bridges, maps of Santa’s route and everything coated with an idyllic white winter wonderland sheen. There is zero evidence the black Santa even exists.
Even when I finally arrive at the North Pole (total waiting time on Thursday morning: 45 minutes) there are no signs pointing toward the Special Santa room, just an overeager, exuberant elf to take you to Santa Claus’s lodge as he awaits your arrival onto his lap.
When I asked White Santa if there was a Special Santa, he deflected. “Well that’s me,” he said. “I’m the special Santa, the everyday Santa, the good-looking Santa, the ugly Santa … to everybody.” He stayed in character throughout.
After being ushered out of Santaland by other elves and into a line where you wait to view photos taken with your Santa (and pay $20 for a 6×10 digital print) I asked another friendly elf if he could help me see the “special” Santa. “You need to ask an elf, in the maze,” he told me, then descended into Santaland himself to ask for me. About five minutes later, an official-looking woman not dressed as an elf brought me to another lodge (there looked as if there could be as many as three or four different lodges), where a toddler-aged black girl and her black mother were wrapping up their time with a black Santa Claus.
There never was anyone in line behind me to see the special Santa and it was unclear how this woman in front of me knew how to request the black Santa (other black and Latino people were seen visiting his white counterpart). When they were done, I sat on black Santa’s lap and asked him if he was the special one, whether Santa is black or white or just Santa, and that’s when black Santa told me there’s “just one Santa.”
I told black Santa that Megyn Kelly seems to think otherwise. He said he had heard of the Fox News host, then added, “but Santa hasn’t had much time to sit down and watch TV.”
Concerned by my questions and the presence of a video cameraman, an older white man in a suit stepped into the room. He said we needed to go through Macy’s publicity department in order to shoot video, and then he followed us out the door of Santaland until we arrived at the photo processing center. (Even if I did contact, Macy’s PR flacks before our visit, store policy is to not acknowledge its odd treatment of black Santa anyway, “it’s not Macy’s policy to have Santa speak about race or religion.”)
As I waited in line to print my photos with Santa, showcased on a shelf, like a makeshift Wall of Fame for Santaland, were over a dozen photos of children and adults posing with him. They were all with white Santas.
(Video: Aymann Ismail/ANIMALNewYork)
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24 Dec 05:29
12.22.2013
New Cyanide and Happiness Comic.
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24 Dec 05:21
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Old Photos of Pubs in London a Century Ago
by John VE
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| George & Vulture, City of London |
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| The Grapes, Limehouse |
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| The Green Dragon, Highgate |
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| The Grenadier, Old Barrack Yard |
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| The London Apprentice, Isleworth |
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