I mean, I’m not saying that we can enforce this as law or anything. I also might be wrong about this. But:
Just as a general rule, I feel like we should not look at pictures of the breasts or genitalia of people who would rather we not look at pictures of their breasts or genitalia.
As a corollary to that general rule, I would add that I don’t see anything wrong with looking at pictures of breasts or genitalia of people who have invited us to do so. There seem to be plenty such pictures for us to get a reasonably good grasp of, like, the diversity of unclothed human anatomy without having to look at people who wish we wouldn’t.
This seems pretty straightforward to me. Yes, the photographer(s) who photographed Kate Middleton’s grainy distant breasts were violating her privacy. But so do people who choose to look at those pictures.
So maybe we can just agree not to? And this goes not only for princesses, I would argue, but also for people who send things to their romantic partners, who turn out to be jerks and release those photos publicly. Or people whose phones are hacked. etc.
In this world where most every curiosity can be satiated, it seems to me genuinely heroic to resist the urge to look at everything that can be seen, and instead to respect the wishes of those who feel violated or hurt by the availability of images they wish were private.
Seemed a good day to reblog this.
I just wanna point out that if anyone wants to see me nude, search my blog’s nsfw tag. I’m pretty sure that’s the only picture in there.
No water, no food, no sleep. That’s how it goes.
Slowly spiraling slower into the deepest depths you can dream of;
at the bottom of the ocean, but dry as a bone.
Walking the floors with no shoes on
can roughen the feet a bit
but don’t worry, that’s how it goes.
And fuck socks.
I don’t know how many exactly, but more than a few times in my life I’ve had a dream where I was in a park. Whenever I would wake from a dream in the park when I was younger, I would think the dream was real and that the park was a real place, but then I would realize that the park only existed in my dreams and become disappointed. Different things would happen in the dreams, but they would all be in this park. I haven’t had a dream in the park for a long time, but I can still recall what it looks like.
Upon entering, immediately to your left is a standard swingset. A bit further in and to the right is a jungle gym. As you walk along the path, in the distance you can see a basketball court. But these are the only things worth noting in this part of the park, apart from one final thing, which happens to be the most important of them all. Along the path, past the swings and jungle gym but still a good distance from the courts, in a sort of woodsy area, there’s a box constructed out of bricks, like if the top of a chimney was sticking up out of the ground. If you travel down this chimney like structure, it leads to a large tunnel underground. The tunnel exits out of a large brick wall. Stepping out, you see a large path along a waterfront. To the left is a continuation of the wall the tunnel exits from and so the path ends. To the right is a long uphill walk which, in the dreams, I would always know led up to another part of the park.
I definitely didn’t have dreams here often, or a lot of them in my lifetime, but it was definitely more than a handfull. What is this place, and why did I visit it? Why was that passage dug there? I found the place so surreal as a child, but I would always think it was real when remembering it until realizing that I’d never visited it in my waking life. I’ve never had anything else like this in my dreams and I wonder why I had this when I did, and why I don’t still visit the park in my dreams.
I’ve been trying to lucid dream every night, and when I succeed, this park is the first place I’m going to go.
it’s interesting to me that ppl associate forced labor with communism when you will most likely literally die if you don’t work under capitalism
My best fiend Mark and I three years ago, living out a dream and having an interesting conversation.