#kate lister

[ingek73]

“A few things that people (fellas) seem to not understand about the bear vs man thing:

1. The scenario is, a woman is walking through the woods hiking alone.

Whilst hiking, would they rather come across a bear or a strange man?

The question is not:

Who would you rather get in a fight with?

It is not “A man you know vs a bear you don’t.”

They are not being asked to hug or provoke the bear or man.

They are just walking, in the woods, and come across either a bear or a random dude they do not know.

And most of the women in these comments, as well as the ones we have talked to, plenty of whom have gone hiking alone and who have come across both bears and men whilst doing so, choose the bear as a preference to run into.

Because the threat of the bear is a known quantity and thus a much more controllable one. A bear is more likely to just keep foraging and move on its way than outright attack you, unless under very specific circumstances.

The man is not a known quantity and whether he openly displays aggression or not, a woman cannot know for certain what his intentions are.”

[neil-gaiman]

good day mr neil gaiman,

could you please confirm or deny this factoid, citing favoured examples where (in)appropriate?

much obliged

It's true. See below...

[amycvdh]

“If you’re ever unsure of if you’re doing something stupid romantically, take a large photo of Grace Jones and tell her what you’re doing. Explain to Ms Jones that you’re sad because you’re being ghosted by a mid ugly bartender who doesn’t own a bed frame. Go ahead. Tell her. See how that feels.”

Great life advice from the brilliant and exquisite Kate Lister historian of “Betwixt the Sheets”

[little-desi-historian]

'Pagan' Ritual N.udity

[thoughtportal]

“I can tell a story and I try to tell my whole feelings--the touch, the smell, and feelings. All I’m afraid of now is being like a few other guys I know who took photographs. When they die, maybe the family comes in and sees all this work they can’t do anything with, and they just shove it into the garbage. I want people to see these photographs and say ‘this is something from my time.’”

– Alvin Baltrop

https://www.makingqueerhistory.com/articles/2017/8/30/alvin-baltrop

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alvin_Baltrop

[higherentity]

[malapertmarquess]

I'm listening to a podcast episode about Eleanor of Aquitaine, who was married to a couple of kings and mother to more kings, and the podcast host just about slew me by saying:

"How many kings are in and out of this woman's vagina is quite impressive."

[soapdispensersalesman]

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[stromuprisahat]

The first recorded perfumer is a woman named Tapputi who lived in Mesopotamia in the second century BC. A cuneiform tablet records that Tapputi made scented oils from flowers, calamus and aromatic spices.

A Curious History of Sex (Kate Lister)

And her work’s being reconstructed.

[thecraggus]

The Reef: Stalked (2022) Review

The Reef: Stalked is a dumbed down do-over of its predecessor #SharkWeak5

[macwantspeace]

Popped up on mastodon. By someone called Grimm. I've seen dozens of references to the Bear. And now I know more. "Would you rather be stuck in a forest with a strange man or a strange bear?" Men attacked.

[fromthestacks]

The Reef: Stalked

[sapphiccharacterstournament]

Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round 3 (Bracket 4)

[stromuprisahat]

I myself have often found menstruation to be an unpleasant experience. There are those who sail through a ‘visit from Auntie Flo’ (1954), enduring little more than a twinge in the abdomen. And then there are people like me, who firmly believe their uterus is re-enacting the Battle of the Somme.  For those of you who have never experienced severe PMS, allow me to paint a picture for you. It’s fucking ugly. Your body bloats, your tits hurt and you sweat uncontrollably. Your crevices start to feel like a swamp and your head is pounding all the time. You feel like you have a cold – shivering, aching, nauseous – and have the hair-trigger emotions of someone who has not slept for days. But we’re not done yet. The intense cramping across your lower abdomen feels like the worst diarrhoea you’ve ever had – in fact, you’ll also get diarrhoea, to help with the crying fits. As your internal organs contract and tear themselves to blooded bits so you can lay an egg, blasts of searing pain rip through you. Sometimes they’re so bad, you double over and can’t breathe until it’s passed, and the dull, constant ache returns. Nothing will satisfy the food monster that has been unleashed in your belly. It’s braying for sugar and carbs like a fat yak. Some foods make you feel sick. Some smells turn your stomach and make you retch. You don’t know what you want to eat, but you want to eat a lot of it. You bleed so much that all ‘intimate feminine hygiene products’ fail you – it’s like trying to control a lava flow with an oven mitt. You worry people can smell your period. You are terrified to sit on anything or stand up for a week in case you’ve bled through. And as you’re sitting, a crying, sweaty, wobbly, spotty, smelly mess, some bastard asks ‘Time of the month, love?’ And then you have to eat his head.

A Curious History of Sex (Kate Lister)