#the sex organs

[voodoorhythmrecords]

[musickickztoo]

CONTRA2024 - 3 SHAKE!

TRACKLIST:

The Courettes - Shake! Hoboken Division - Fool Moon Daniel Romano's Outfit - Where's Paradise The Sex Organs - Do It Yourself Jessica Pratt - Life Is Parsnip - The Light The Bevis Frond - God's Gift Sheer Mag - Playing Favorites Beans - Dreaming Daisy Poppycock - Magic Mothers Meatbodies - Billow Hurray For The Riff Raff - Hawkmoon MOOON - I Will Get To You The Courettes - You Woo Me The Jesus and Mary Chain - Girl 71 Mdou Moctar - Funeral For Justice A Place To Bury Strangers - Change Your God The Black Crowes - Cross Your Fingers

The 3rd playlist of the year!!

HEAR: https://www.mixcloud.com/Contraflow/contra2024-3-shake/

TRY IT! YOU MIGHT LIKE IT!!

[patrickprincipe]

The Sex Organs @ Museumsnacht

[aromanticduck]

For me, being aroace feels less like I'm missing out and more like I've been let off the hook.

[apollos-boyfriend]

every time someone makes a tweet that’s like “i still like dsmp guys but not in a cringe way haha i’m not one of THOSE fans” i become 100 times more cringe about my love for this server

[docktowndame]

the fenris romance is great don’t get me wrong but it really was a Choice to have him remember his entire life in a single moment of absolutely mind blowing post-nut clarity. Imagine busting it once and you remember your whole life. Whose idea was this i need to congratulate them on creating the funniest way for an amnesiac character to have a crisis ever

[she-is-ovarit]

Data spanning from 1995 to 2021 in India revealed a striking gender imbalance in organ transplants, with four men getting organ transplants for every woman. A total of 36,640 transplants took place in this period, out of which 29,000 were for men and 6,945 for women.

This substantial difference is attributed to a complex interplay of economic responsibilities, societal pressures, and deeply ingrained preferences. 

Dr Anil Kumar, director of the government-run National Organ & Tissue Transplant Organisation (NOTTO) highlighted this significant aspect of the organ donation landscape.

While more men contribute as cadaver donors, a staggering 93 per cent of total organ donations in the country come from living donors, he told the Times of India newspaper. This hints at a trend: a majority of living organ donors are women.  Socio-economic factors a driving force for women donors? A study published in the Experimental and Clinical Transplantation Journal in 2021 delved into the intricacies of living organ transplantation in India. The findings showed that 80 per cent of living organ donors are women, predominantly wives or mothers. The socio-economic pressure on women to assume caregiving roles within the family emerges as a primary factor, compelling them to step forward as donors. Men's reluctance in surgery In many cases, men, often the primary breadwinners, hesitate to undergo surgery, contributing to the gender gap in organ recipients. The study highlights that when the recipient is a male breadwinner, family members, especially wives or parents, feel a heightened responsibility to donate organs. Emotional dynamics The emotional dynamics surrounding organ donation are intricate. Women recipients, in particular, may experience guilt when their family members, especially wives or mothers, become donors. This reluctance leads to a scenario where women recipients may find themselves on waiting lists.  Notably, Karnataka has topped the charts in organ donation in the past decade. The number of donations have risen from 102 in 2013 to 765 in the first 10 months of 2023. 

A user on Ovarit added this helpful context:

"Just a little more context to this: men produce male-specific proteins (on the Y chromosome) which often get rejected by women's bodies. Since males have an X chromosome, their bodies recognize proteins from female donors. This makes it more difficult for women to receive male tissue/organs, while still being acceptable candidates for donating to men. Even still, these ratios are very disproportionate".

"As women we absolutely need to be aware of our vulnerability of being used as spare parts in a man's world. Especially when we are being socialized into believing that we need to sacrifice our bodies and lives for others- and society has developed a sense of entitlement to this sacrifice, while downplaying the suffering of women."

[cringefailvox]

au where rosie takes vaggie in after her fall instead of charlie, because not many would be willing to endanger themselves to save a cannibal child and rosie respects a woman willing to suffer for her principles, especially when she suffers so beautifully. vaggie is obedient, driven to a fault, loyal and dogmatic but also, desperately, kind and compassionate despite what she's been through, and so willing to throw herself on a sword for rosie's sake after being taken in and cared for—well, rosie just has to keep her. (and the novelty of having an angel in her pocket! why, she hasn't had an ace up her sleeve like this in ages! you can hardly blame a gal for taking advantage.) just vaggie living in cannibal town as rosie's guard dog <3

[naviiq]

the city feels far away, muffled by the rain that lingers softly in the air. neon lights smear across wet concrete, and everything smells faintly like cigarettes and damp asphalt. you step out onto the balcony and catch him there, leaning on the railing with a cigarette balanced between his fingers, smoke curling up into the night.

his coat’s slung over the back of a chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and for once, he’s not saying anything. no clever remarks, no loud declarations, just silence. it suits him in a way you absolutely hate to admit.

“you’re gonna go through the whole pack at this rate,” you murmured, folding your arms and leaning against the door frame. your voice feels small against the vastness of the sky, stars hiding behind clouds.

he glances at you, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “worried about me, are you?”

you roll your eyes, but the answer sits heavy in your chest. you don’t say it, though. you know better than to hand dazai words like that. instead, you drop down to sit on the ground, leaning back against the cold metal railing. the concrete bites at your skin, but it keeps you grounded. makes you feel even more real, in some cold way.

he laughs, soft and low, and for a second, it feels like the city stops buzzing, the light alarms blaring, just gone. he taps the ash off the cigarette, letting it fall over the edge of the railing.

after a moment, he joins you, sinking down beside you with a kind of effortless grace. his knee brushes yours, and it takes everything in you not to react.

“you’re quiet tonight,” he says, breaking the silence. he propped his elbow on his knees, both his hands in a fist underneath his chin, looking at you— staring at you.

“just thinking,” you sighed out, the cold cloud leaving your lips as you did so. you leaned your head back more to stare out at the blurry skyline.

“dangerous thing, that.” he lit another cigarette. the soft click of the lighter broke the quiet stillness, a quick flick of metal against flint that sent a tiny spark playing around in the dark. the flame flared to life, briefly painting his face in warm orange before it curled against the tip of the cigarette, smoke twisting upward.

you glance at him, the faint glow of the cigarette softening the edges of his face. his expression is unreadable, the smirk gone now, replaced by something quieter.

“does it ever get too quiet for you?” you whispered, closing your eyes with a heavy shut.

he doesn’t answer right away. instead, he takes a long drag, the ember burning brighter, and exhales slowly. the smoke curls around him, makes him look less like a person and more like an idea. a bad one, at that.

“sometimes,” he says finally. “but the noise isn’t any better.” fiddling with the cig in his index and middle finger.

you watch him for a moment, at the way his shoulders slump like he’s carrying something too heavy to name. you don’t push. you’ve learned by now that dazai’s the kind of person who slips through your fingers the moment you try to hold on too tight.

instead, you opened your eyes. you stood up to walk towards him. “i don’t get you sometimes.”

“what’s there to get?” he asks, turning his head toward you. his eyes are darker than the night, and honestly, it added to the prettiness in him.

you leaned against the railing, close enough to feel the faint warmth of his firing cigarette. the cig between his fingers burned low, its smoke curling up. “give me one,” you muttered, more a quiet demand than a request.

he raised an eyebrow, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips coming back. “i didn’t think you smoked.”

“i don’t,” you admitted, holding out your hand anyways. “just— agh, give me one.”

dazai didn’t argue. with that usual, almost theatrical grace, he slid the pack from his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, placing it lightly between your fingers. his touch lingered for half a second longer than it needed to, but it felt deliberate, like everything he did. like always.

and before you could ask, he leaned forward, lighter already in hand. the soft click of metal broke the quiet as the flame sparked to life, flickering briefly before steadying.

his free hand cupped the other side of the cigarette, shielding it from the faint breeze as the flame curled against the tip, burning bright for a moment. his face was close— too close— and the warm light of the flame painted his features in a way that almost made it hard to breathe. it lightened up like his own fire in his eyes.

you inhaled shallowly, coughing just a little as the smoke hit your lungs. dazai leaned back, watching you with something between amusement and curiosity. “suits you,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing.

you exhaled, smoke twisting upward into the night, and shook your head. “oh shut up.”

“so i’ve been told,” he murmured, and for once, his smile softened, like it wasn’t meant to cut.

the two of you sit there in silence after that, the faint hum of the city below filling the spaces where words don’t need to go. it’s not perfect. but it’s enough for you.

[soulinkpoetry]

Goosebumps arise from stimulating the mind first. Intriguing conversations that leave you wanting, craving, tingling.

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[animentality]

someone left this comment on my fanfic:

"MORE BLOOD MORE SEX."

and I'm like... hell yeah, brother.

always.

[voodoorhythmrecords]

THe SEX ORGANS

1st ever USA Tour!!! you dont wana miss  a Huge fluffy dick Garage Punk up with a wild Trash Stuffed Pussy!!! this is B-Novie trash at its best! presenting their new album, we,re fucked, live on stage!!

November 2024

09 Sunset Tavern, Seattle 

10 Salmon Bay, Seattle

11 Belltown Yacht, Seattle

12 The Twillight, Portland

13 Siren’s Song, Eureka

14 Naked Lounge, Chico

15 The Pearl, Locke

16 The Stork Club, Oakland

[infectiouspiss]

guy who reads omegaverse fics not for the sex but because he's interested in fictional biology

[sparkspropaganda]

I've got to feed to prove I'm fit

[aromanticduck]

Some memes/affirmations for my repulsed/averse aces and aros.

If you don't recognise the flags on the right, they're the apothisexual and apothiromantic flags respectively.

[witchofthesouls]

More Dad! Megatron but this time with some heavy angst.

As kids, I think we can all agree that we stumbled upon something our parents didn’t want us seeing/knowing about but did anyway no matter how careful they were.

Maybe one night, when she was supposed to be alseep, Megatron’s kid (who is young at the time like 6-10) sneaks out of bed for some reason or another and sees her dad doing something very bad and it scares her so much that she runs as quietly and quickly as she can back to her room and pretends to be asleep. The next day she is distant and fearful of her father, actively avoiding him.

Maybe Megatron knows she saw him that night or maybe he has to piece it together when she suddenly becomes distant and skittish with him afterwards but either way, their relationship probably won’t ever be the same.

Megatron knew exactly what his daughter had witnessed when she refused to meet his gaze, making herself small and quiet, even in her root-mode.

At first, he was going to leave it alone and just wait for her mother to return, but Soundwave had cornered Megatron because she had been tentatively asking the Cassettes not-so-innocent questions.

Megatron has no idea how to handle this. None of the parenting datapads and books had a chapter dedicated to navigating what to say to your traumatized child when she finds her creators in throes of rough passion and hard kinky role play.

He defers to his usual tactic: straight to the throat.

"Treasure," Megatron says and frowns when his daughter refuses to look up, field tamped down. "Look at me."

Never will he say it, but his spark breaks a bit when he sees the tears gathered in those optics, mouth quivering as her plating is closed off.

"I'm sure you have questions about what you've seen between your carrier and myself."

There's a loud sniffle, and Megatron wipes away those tears, fetching a spare rag from his subspace, coaxing her to blow her nose. Thankfully, she does, and he sets the wet rag aside.

"Adults," he begins, trying to formulate an age-appropriate response, "enjoy playing adult games. And those games can be very rough."

"Mommy said to stop..." And his spark really does break at her tone, confused and afraid at the sight of her sire dominating her fragile carrier in an extremely unkind way.

"Your carrier and I were playing pretend. You like pretending with your dolls, yes? It's like that. Because it's pretend, we have a secret code that really means stop."

She looks less tearful and more curious at that point, her field cautiously mingling into his as she begins to relax.

Mission accomplished.

"Do you have any questions?"

"What's a fleshlight?"

At that very moment, Megatron desperately wishes for a surprise Autobot attack.

(Surprisingly, the universe answers it.)