This is what happens when I open the Spam folder in my email.
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"If I were going to describe the perfect contraceptive, it would go something like this: no babies, no latex, no daily pill to remember, no hormones to interfere with mood or sex drive, no negative health effects whatsoever, and 100 percent effectiveness. The funny thing is, something like that currently exists.”
“If you’re gonna have pizza with someone else, what do you have to do? You gotta talk about what you want. Even if you’re going to have the same pizza you always have, you say, ‘We getting the usual?’ Just a check in. And square, round, thick, thin, stuffed crust, pepperoni, stromboli, pineapple — none of those are wrong; variety in the pizza model doesn’t come with judgment. So ideally when the pizza arrives, it smells good, looks good, it’s mouthwatering. Wouldn’t it be great if we had that kind of anticipation before sexual activity, if it stimulated all our senses, not just our genitals but this whole-body experience. And what’s the goal of eating pizza? To be full, to be satisfied. That might be different for different people; it might be different for you on different occasions. Nobody’s like ‘You failed, you didn’t eat the whole pizza.’”
I don’t think I have ever loved anything more than this.
PETA ATTACKS PUBIC HAIR?
I guess it’s just an ad for waxing your pubes, but the logic is so convoluted that I’m having a hard time getting my head around it. The fur of slaughtered animals is gross/unethical, so you should shave off your public hair? Pubic hair is gross and that’s how you know wearing animal fur is gross? Shave your public hair as a token of your objection to wearing fur? Skin yourself, not animals?
Or perhaps my problem is looking for a logic in the first place.
Christian book cover states the obvious (Found at Unreasonable Faith; For a related post, click here http://christiannightmares.tumblr.com/post/9110883316/christian-pain-or-pleasure-oozing-for-my-lord)
At a high school in Canton, Ohio, during the 2004/2005 school year, sixty-four out of nearly five hundred girls became pregnant, and this year nine girls showed up on the first day of school already pregnant. This may seem kind of drastic but I think it’s time for this school to start teaching my controversial advice book for teenage girls: Your Mouth Can’t Get Pregnant.