Michał kręci filmy w imię pomocy dla kobiet ... czy oczekiwuje wdzięczności?
Jestem takim facetem, który regularnie będzie oddawać mocz na stojąco. To nie znaczy, że nie lubię czasami usiąść gdy sikam. Sądzę, że jestem w kontakcie z moją kobiecą stronę. Niezależnie od tego, uważam, że równouprawnienie kobiet jest dobre dla ludzi. W moim własnym interesie, zacząłem uczyć się, jak słuchać .
Pomimo trudności, uczę się słuchać kobiet. Myślę, że każdy powinien mieć szansę napotykać tę trudność też i od niego coś uzyskać.
Zdecydowałem eksportować sztuki ręcznie zrobione przez kobiety w Polsce, do Ameryki. Sztuka wysokiej jakości ręcznie produkowana przez kobiety wysokiej klasy powinno się rozprzestrzeniać. O ile więcej mogę sprzedać tym w Stanach którzy znają się na to, tym więcej mogę kupić od tych, czyje godne ręce nadal walczą o otwartość i równość, walka, którą biorę w dniu dzisiejszym do World Wide Web.
Twoje wsparcie zapewnia, że filmy dla kobiet zrobią różnicę.
Zapobiegajmy stalkingu z pomocą sztuki dla kobiet
Siła i godność strojem jej...
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Uwaga Autora: zostałem zabroniony od dzielenia szczegółów dotyczące mojego prawdziwego romansu przedsięwzięcia, do czasu, gdy druga strona jest gotowa do przedstawienia swojego punktu widzenia afery układu...
W czerwcu 2011 przyjechałem do Europy, mając nadzieję że trafie na wspaniałą przygodę, mój jedyny konkretny plan będąc odwiedzić Chorwację. Do września przejeżdżałem 10.000 kilometrów i odwiedziłem 12 krajów, wszystko w towarzystwie kobiety, którą spotkałem w pierwszy piątek mojej podróży.
Przyjechałem do Europy udokumentować ludzi praktykujących naturyzmu. Wstępnie ustaliłem spotkanie z nudystem z egiptu odwiedzającym Europę i było też w planie jakieś zgromadzenie paneuropejskie co odbywało się w Chorwacji. Zorganizowałem dla siebie asystent który miał mnie towarzyszyć i pomagać w czymkolwiek potrzebne, ale kiedy jej paszport został skradziony w nocy przed planowanym wyjazdem, plany poszły przez okna. Zdecydowałem się na coś mniej ambitnego. Chciałem odwiedzić saunę reklamowana dla naturystów w Bielsku-Białej, co znalazłem w Internecie. Kiedy tam dotarłem, spotkałem Gosię.
Miałem amerykański paszport. Ona nie. A fakt, że jechałem samochodem z polskimi tablicami dał jej wiele okazji, aby wskazać różnicę. To nie było tylko policja i straż graniczna, kto na to patrzyło. Zwykli ludzie zrobili takie same etniczne profilowanie. Jeden właściciel kempingu nie uścisnął mi dłoń, aż uświadomił sobie, że jestem Amerykaninem. Do tego czasu, już miałem wypracowane użycie uproszczonego Angelskiego, co bylo bardziej bliski tego co uchodzi za lingua franca w dzisiejszej Europie. To co Gosia starała się opanować.
Każdy człowiek wyrasta z własnego rodzaju ubóstwa. Nawet jeśli on ma ciepły dom i dużo jedzenia i miękkie łóżko i mnóstwo rozrywek, zawsze jest coś, czego potrzebuje człowiek. Czasem po prostu musi być wysłuchany, jeśli tylko przez ptaki i drzewa, a najlepiej przez innego człowieka, nawet jeśli on jest artystą z Ameryki, który nie jest zbyt dobrze przygotowany wysłuchać kogoś. Ucząć się słuchać, uczymy się współpracować. Dzięki współpracy, budujemy lepszy świat. W lepszym świecie, nie istnieją diabły które nas nadużywają. Lepszy świat nie nadaje się do nadużycia, ponieważ lepszy świat jest zaludniony przez osób, które nauczyły się, jak słuchać.
Słownik Kultury: Mapa Bielska Białej
Wymowa dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Mapa Bielska Białej
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet wymowę angielskiego odpowiednika na "mapa bielska białej."
Definicja dla kobiet słów Mapa Bielska Białej
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet definicję słowa Mapa Bielska Białej.
Jestem pewien, że to nie potrwa zbyt długo.
Odniesienia dla kobiet dotyczące hasła mapa bielska białej
There was no escape. America was everywhere: ubiquitous. People had to breath it, or else hold their breaths - choke, but there was no other way - unless, of course, you bought Cheap Alaskan Air. Now that was very good air - very good air, indeed - or, at least, air in very good bottles.
"'What happened?' I asked, but the miner fell silent. He straightened up. He looked into the distance, then back at me. His face began to twitch. His eyes were bulging. A terrible face he made by starting to grimace, then, grimacing like mad, baring his teeth, he clenched his iron jaw, his arteries bulging, his eyes on fire as if the forces of pressure were ripping his ears apart, rupturing his lungs, and causing him to drown in his own blood - and then, he farted: right in my face! He farted the loudest fart I ever had to feel - and he laughed so hard! 'That's how it cracked,' he said. Oh, man: those miners! What a sense of humor! Hey," said Hitler, slapping me on the back. "Enjoy the party."
Truly, your grandfather is merciful. After your mother's head was taken, I carried you in my arms. I brought you to your grandfather. I offered him my neck, but when he saw your beautiful head, he spared my life.
All I see is spinning, my child: elements of red, green, blue - memories of Earth - Mars - misery. There is no peace in my mind. It spits out bile. FUCK THE EARTH it says. FUCK MARS! They are my voices. FUCK VOICES! They torment me: stop me from writing. But I must write. There is no time left. I thought maybe your grandfather might fail - maybe Julius might win. But he stays inside his volcano. He is at peace with himself. FUCK JULIUS! God bless Julius. He is a good man - a simple man. WITHOUT ZEUS, HE IS NOTHING: HE IS NOT KING. Fuck Zeus: the machine-god. Where is he? He abandons us. He is wanton. No: he is calculating. Zeus the Almighty. FUCK GOD. No! Do not curse God. God is great. God is good. Zeus is not God.
Your father dressed his top lieutenants in the national colors of Poland that day - not for any personal reasons but because the wardrobe was being provided by a right-wing Polish political party, which, having lost most of its parliamentary seats in that year's parliamentary elections, was, nevertheless, courting your father's support for its presidential candidate. Your father was saving as much money as possible for his Independent (Lower Silesian) Riflemen's Armored Brigade and its upcoming deployment to Mars, and, not having made any specific promises to the League of Polish Nuclear Families, was more than willing to allow them to outfit his men. After all, the wedding was taking place in Poland, in a Polish Church (the Sanctuary of Lichen), your mother was being married to a Pole - however disgraceful and corrupt a Pole - and therefore, there was no reason why your father, a very, very proud Pole himself, shouldn't have been wearing the old royal colors of red and white. In fact, your father took the liberty of reducing everyone's chest measurements by a small but significant margin, making sure that every single member of his party, after having trouble putting on his jacket, had appropriate posture.
I had no idea that my relationship had affected him. It did not last very long: a few weeks; I suspect that in the end he was more affected by it than me. But I rarely ever saw him in those days. I left for Europe soon afterwards, allowing new encounters to remove my mind. I did not think about Macy at all, or at least, very rarely.
I shudder to think of my crude opinion, which now understands that Mr. Macy Williamson was either an actor who did not perform for an audience of one, or else he valued our uncommon intimacy enough to spare me his artifice. If the latter was true, then I was too jealous to understand the compliment.
But it wasn't far to the dormitory. It wasn't long before I was sheltered by the awning of the building, cursing the locked door and cursing Luke for having to live in a dormitory. With no identification, I had to wait for a student to leave and let me in, and then I had to wrangle with a guard. Luckily, it was only a student, and with Luke's key in hand, all that was needed was the most ingenuous of carefully crafted smiles.
There are no best things, no best people and no best friends either. Oh my dear brother: those who judge themselves or others according to hierarchies of quality may do so, and with great authority, but only if they acknowledge the arbitrariness of ranking. You know, brother: things I once thought so precious have now paled; people I once felt so strongly, so physically without even touching: they are now like chipmunks or squirrels in the backyard - tall grass itching at one's leg - arousing very little in the way of interest.
We stood there for a very long second, I pointing, my body huddled together by the recoil of the pounce, my head back, face stretched with the promise of amusement, eyebrows lifting, eyes wide, my mouth still in its open smile. We were very close, and despite the fact that he looked nothing like Luke, looked much better in fact, it took me surprisingly long to bring myself to awareness. In that very long second, I took in the sharp lines of the boy's face, the symmetrically modest nose, the tender growth of a few days' neglected shaving, and yes, in that sense he did resemble Macy, but I was not aware of that, nor of the implications, and only near the end of that very long second did I begin to realize I was absurdly positioned and in no way ready to explain my behavior.
"It's your schlong in somebody else's donut hole. That's what counts. I'm telling you. These girls are the best. AJ, BJ-you think it doesn't mean something to a guy who has to pay? Whoa. Here we are. Look at this. What a crowd. There's a lot of people here. Did you see that? Oh, boy!"
ALICE: You don't have to know your neighbors. It's the city without the smog or the noise. They've been magically replaced by mountains and beaches.
FLETCHER: If only you could work here as an actress. Unfortunately, I don't think our theatre is quite worthy of you.
ALICE: They don't do much Shakespeare.
FLETCHER: Do you like performing on stage?
ALICE: I enjoy it. It's only a job: like carpentry or farming.
FLETCHER: You've never held a hoe, have you?
– ACT I, lines 480-485
MS. JACKSON: When were you in Fiji?
LESBIAN: Not too long ago. I stayed in a hut just like the villagers do. It was part of a hotel on a secluded beach. It was absolutely gorgeous. The island is very touristy though - more than some of the others I've been to. The dance I'm thinking of was part of the welcoming ceremony. It occurs to me that despite being technically part of Melanesia, the dances of Fiji have much in common with Polynesian dances. There's that same emphasis on the word and the use of the arms and the hands.
ALICE: Where have you seen Polynesian dances?
LESBIAN: In New Zealand.
ALICE: Is New Zealand part of Polynesia?
ALICE: I didn't even realize.
FLETCHER: You assumed they were all tropical beaches.
LESBIAN: When I was on the islands of New Guinea and New Britain, I saw some very different dancing.
MS. JACKSON: Do tell.
– ACT I, lines 404-413
LESBIAN: A puritan.
FLETCHER: A prude.
MS. JACKSON: That's exaggerating it a bit, wouldn't you say?
FLETCHER: Nevertheless, I didn't want old man Menzies thinking I was rooting his daughter-in-law. I certainly wasn't going to admit in open court that a pair of seven-year-old boys could shake me down.
ALICE: I was mugged once.
FLETCHER: What happened?
LESBIAN: Were you hurt?
ALICE: Not physically.
MS. JACKSON: You were threatened.
– ACT I, lines 137-146
AT RISE: KOKOMO is wiping up the floor.
KOKOMO: Clean. Clean. Clean. We are obsessed by cleaning. If space is a giant vacuum, why does all the dust settle here: underneath the table? Why not in the middle of the floor? Where I can see it? Where I can wipe it up with my feet? We know perfectly well why, don't we, Kokomo? Master Fletcher can't be bothered to take off his shoes. Thanks to him, it's: 'wipe the floor, Kokomo.' Yes, Ms. Jackson. 'Clean the kitchen, girl.' Yes, Ms. Jackson. 'When is lunch, dear?' I don't know, Ms. Jackson. Honestly, where does all this dust come from? What am I supposed to do with it? There really is no sense in cleaning more than once a month. Let the moon show when it's time to clean. Ms. Jackson certainly doesn't know. She would have me clean my way right into an early grave. Kokomo was not built for dust. She was built for love.
MS. JACKSON: (off) Kokomo!
KOKOMO: Yes, Ms. Jackson.
– ACT I, lines 1-3
GREY GOOSE: That's not what I want to hear.
KOKOMO: I'll do my best.
GREY GOOSE: You're a fine girl, Kokomo. Nobody can know about this: not Fletch, not the guests, and certainly not my wife.
KOKOMO: I get it.
GREY GOOSE: Go to my farmhouse. Wait for me there. I'll follow.
As a child Steve O was fed the dream of being a womanizer. His preteen idol was a teenage womanizer. His teenage idol was a college-age womanizer. By the time he got to college he had already made the transition to full-fledged letch. Strip them down to the socks was his motto. He practically moved in to the place where it happened. The dressing room.
It was on that last day of my second week, as I was teaching Russian grammar to three pupils, that a supervisor from the Education Ministry came to see me. He didn't say anything. He just sat in the class for a while and left.
My wife's pride is the only thing keeping us apart. She's always had an inferiority complex. Always pissed that I have the right answer. I keep telling her its not her fault. I'm older. I had a head start. She's strong. Eventually she'll be able to do everything I can do. As soon as I'm dead.
The backed-up toilet in the basement stinks. Three weeks it's been festering. The cats won't go down there anymore. Luckily the wife doesn't have a choice. She had me haul down the old refrigerator. So she can store her mountains of yogurt. Let her suffer.
I had to go. The attack on Barack was the last straw. The news claimed all the attacks were coming from one bad boxing club. It couldn't have been true. I was seeing skinheads on every street corner. I begged my friends at the university to help. I just wanted to leave the city. By the end of the week I was staying at a friend's dacha. In the middle of winter. With no heat. I had to borrow a small furnace and forage for wood on my own. I was happy. I was safe.
Na celu promowania demokracji, silny musi opróżnić się jego siły. Słaby musi być przyznany szansę na rozwój siły. Nie możemy wymusić koniec patriarchatu. Takie postępowanie po prostu utrwala feudalizm pod inną nazwą.