Hi, the name is J. I'm 22, from the UK, originally from Malta. This blog is all about humour and madness, with a little bit of serious talk on the side :) Welcome to Sparta! Feel free to say hello!
My tastes change constantly but expect lots of Bioshock, Assassin's Creed, Game of Thrones and Lost Girl.
LGBTQA friendly and a lover of... woman.
ive had to deal w this argument before ok listen here
boobs do the oxytocin thing when theyre stimulated yes, nipples are an erogenous zone. Men’s nipples do this too. Now read over those two sentences and let the double standard dawn on you okay? Think about it if both kinds of nips release oxytocin when you do the touch touch on them, why is only one kind of nip considered a sexual nip? sexism that’s why
it’s ridiculous and technically makes a dude’s nipples more inappropriate than a lady’s nipples because boy nipples serve virtually no other purpose than to be stimulated by temperature change or by sexual activity, while girl nipples serve the added purpose of oh you know, feeding babies no big deal
but nah man nah both can be aroused so both nips are sexual or no nips are so make up your mind
you know where else is an erogenous zone?? ears. Are you wearing an ear bra/?? Why the fuck arent you wearing your fucking ear bra you trash put on yoourfucking ear bra youre not allowed to show your fucking ears thats so inappropriate and its makinng me horny its distracting me from my school work youre not following the dresscode wear your fucking ear bra yo ufucking
AND OXYTOCIN ISNT A SEX HORMONE
Oxytocin is a BONDING hormone that makes females feel warm and fuzzy and loving.
Now why could that be?
MIGHT IT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT OUR NIPPLES ARE WHAT WE USE TO FEED OUR BABIES??!
You know, those small, underdeveloped and helpless little beings that, lacking our tender mercies, would basically be a fucking canapé for anything with teeth?!
The reason stimulation of the nipples produces oxytocin is because we’re bonding with our fucking infants, not so you can dingle your dongle at the boobies.
Fuck, the world does not revolve around your dick, godDAMN.
me: *owns 264 unread books*
me: *buys 17 new books*
me: *rereads harry potter*
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.