Michał spędza czas kręcając filmy dla kobiet ... czy może to wytłumaczyć?
Opresja nie jest czymś, co można wyeliminować bez uczenia się, jak słuchać. Mam na myśli nie tylko słyszenie słowa które zostały wypowiedziane. Dla mnie, słuchać kogoś to znaczy rozważyć jego potrzeby, jakby były własne. To zadanie niewdzięczne.
Uczący się jak rozważać potrzeb kobiety, jakby były moje własne - bez względu na to, jakie są absurdalne - dałem sobie szansę rozwoju. Chcę dać innym tę szansę.
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.
Ze sztuką dla kobiet pomagamy położyć kres zachowaniu antyspołecznemu
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...
Kiedy przyjechałem do Europy 20 czerwca 2011 roku, nie miałem planu i na pewno nie miałem pojęcia, że do końca tygodnia będę uprawiał fotografię z kobietą której nigdy nie spotkałem - naturysta, która nigdy wcześniej nie pozwoliła sobie być fotografowana nago. Było to pierwsze wydarzenie z całej serii nowych wydarzeń dla nas obu.
Przyjechałem do Europy, aby doświadczyć europejskiego naturyzmu, ruch, którego filozofia pasowała moją estetykę akceptacji ciała i którego struktura organizacyjna i przywództwo myślałem niemal wyłącznie ograniczone do zachodniej części kontynentu. Byłem w szoku dowiadując się, że naturyzm miał oficjalną siedzibę w Polsce, kraj który nie jest szczególnie znany za swoją liberalną kulturę. Byłem mniej wstrząśnięty odkryciem, że dom był własnością Holendra, ale jeszcze bardziej wstrząśnięty, dowiadując się, że została ona w dużej mierze zbudowany przez Gosię.
Chociaż urodziłem się w Europie, byłem wychowywany od najmłodszych lat w Stanach Zjednoczonych, mieszkając w różnych stanach jak Nebraska, Ohio i Connecticut. Uczono mnie amerykańskie wartości i zobaczyłem rzeczywistość z amerykańskiego punktu widzenia. Ona urodziła się i wychowała się na wsi w Polsce. Poszła do pracy w najbliższym mieście. Najbliższe duże miasto wydawało się centrum świata. Amerykańska perspektywa nie była czymś, co mogła kiedykolwiek spodziewać że zobaczy.
Pomimo dystans kulturalny który istniał między nami, udało nam spędzić 10.000 kilometrów w jednym samochodzie. Spędziliśmy ponad 40 dni w jednym namiocie. Zaczęliśmy uczyć się jak mamy słuchać siebie wzajemnie. Zaczęliśmy uczyć się zaakceptować nasze różnice i jak mogliśmy z nich korzystać zamiast pozwolić aby one nas rozdzieliły. Powoli, lecz z pewnością zaczęliśmy uczyć się pokonać te demony które nas nadużywają.
Słownik Kultury: Mzk Biała
Wymowa dla kobiet angielskiego odpowiednika na Mzk Biała
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet wymowę angielskiego odpowiednika na "mzk biała."
Definicja dla kobiet słów Mzk Biała
Jeszcze nie opublikowałem dla kobiet definicję słowa Mzk Biała.
When I close my eyes, my mind is spinning: revolving: eating itself. I see a giant pinwheel in space - FUX PINWHEEL. A galaxy! People spinning together; people spinning apart - the center: together; the edge: apart. People spinning away! People spinning together! The nation! A crucible! Fire of life! The blast furnace of war! The slag! Fumes! People in the fumes! People in the bloom! The bloom! Nation! Blessed nation!
All I see is spinning, my child: elements in space: people: particles: planets: dancing: your mother dancing with your father: the waltz! How beautifully they danced. Your grandfather was awed. He hated your father. He was good: your father: he was a good dancer - before he lost his leg: before Zeus (the machine god - FUCK ZEUS!) gave him his robot leg.
Like the Americans in space - oh, you don't understand: my dearest child, you have been sheltered! Your grandfather has prepared you for greatness. He doesn't know how great you can be. He thinks you will rule Centropolis. But you are meant for glory, not riches. If you rule, you will rule terribly. But if you fight, you will gain glory! I am calling for war, my child! Your grandfather is a coward. He wants nothing more than for you to preserve the status quo - but you would place us all in danger. Julius would move against you. He waits for your grandfather's death. He knows that once your grandfather dies, he will have a chance to seize power, and, my child, if you do nothing, he will take it away from you. Preserve yourself! Not for your own sake, but for your beloved mother's.
A year later, companies set foot on Mars. They brought more materials, more tools, more furnaces, more fuel, more food, more instruments, more cereal, more batteries, more motors, and more radios. They brought as much water as they could possibly fit in their space tankers. They brought as much compressed air as could be manufactured.
I caught Luke at the corner of the street, he wearing his red anorak and bowler hat; so silly: the rain was collecting in the rim, dumping on his shoulders at every twist of the head; he looked like a leaking fire hydrant. But he hardly recognized me staring out of the cab. After I finally ventured out into the rain, I yelled at him: "You have a hood on that thing, why don't you use it?" But he said it wasn't big enough for the hat. I didn't ask for an explanation. And since Luke quickly took notice of my hair, I wasted no time asking him if I could shower at his place. When you're alone with Luke, it's best to be brief. As it turned out, he was on his way to a meeting. He wasn't planning on going back to his dormitory until right before Nike's party. I mentioned how fortuitous our meeting was, and he, being very conscious of fate, was obliged to change his plans. Giving up his key, Luke said that he would meet me in his room, and that he would be, at the very most, an hour.
Today has been a very long day for me: I had to wake at six in the morning to make the early train to the city. Nike's party was at seven o'clock in the evening, and after stopping for lunch at the station I went down to the dormitories on Prospect Street, looking for Luke of course. He's directing a musical revue for the university, as part of a temporary position that he thinks he'll have till the end of next term (with any luck, they'll want to take him for good and he'll be silly enough to do it). I'll never understand why he agreed to live in those dormitories, surrounded by the most unattractive facilities; at least he has his own bathroom, and I meant to take advantage of it, having tried unsuccessfully to sleep on the train. My hair was a complete mess. And it's much longer by the way; you haven't seen it but it almost reaches my shoulders.
So I ran: across the puddles of the road, along the sidewalk where the herringbone, undulating its miniature landscape of brick, now formed a miniature world of lakes and hills where my foot found its familiar patterns. I, leaping with irregular steps, passed those buildings which not so long ago were fresh in my experience, shuffling past the unconcerned remains of undergraduates - some wet behind the ears, some colleagues from not so long ago - but all now unfamiliar, threatening too from within their institutional shelter, so I had to avoid their faces, and hid my own as much from their imaginary judgment as from the now pelting rain, for I had neglected to bring an umbrella.
It made me wonder what kind of people were giving Luke his reputation these days. They can't be that much different from the ones we knew: no self-respecting woman would ever shag in that apartment - but I guess that goes for men too. In fact, what self-respecting person would ever choose to have anything to do with Luke in the first place? He can't possibly be raping them - the walls are too thin - unless he uses drugs - ah, but let us not speak of that.
"I can tell. It's hard-under these circumstances. You don't have time to see every angle. A man's gotta be careful. That one I saw back there isn't gonna last long. By the time we circle around, she'll be gone."
FLETCHER: If by peace you mean we've committed just about every crime except murder.
ALICE: Is that true?
MS. JACKSON: My son likes to exaggerate.
FLETCHER: Consider it. In a community of such close quarters with nowhere to go, the only thing you can't ignore is a dead body. Besides that, anything goes.
MS. JACKSON: Feel free to ignore my son's imagination.
FLETCHER: The next time I'm selected for a jury, I'm not going to lie when they ask me if I've ever been accused or been the victim of a crime.
ALICE: You lied?
FLETCHER: I said no.
MS. JACKSON: When have you been the victim of a crime?
– ACT I, lines 112-121
MS. JACKSON: Fletcher!
FLETCHER: That's right. You were a Jackson to begin with. Then you became a Christian. Now you're a Jackson again. My mistake.
ALICE: What was his old name?
FLETCHER: Alexander Smith.
LESBIAN: It's a good thing he changed it. There are plenty of Smiths.
FLETCHER: And not enough Christians.
LUKE: It must be tough havin' an island full of your rellies: bunch of stickybeaks.
LESBIAN: I suppose it came as a great relief when they named a New Zealander their prime suspect.
MS. JACKSON: It ended a frightening period for all of us. Everybody had been suspicious of everybody else.
FLETCHER: Some of us were firm believers that it had to be an outsider.
– ACT I, lines 102-111
FLETCHER: You assume I lied about that.
MS. JACKSON: I've never heard you accused of anything.
FLETCHER: No one's ever gossiped to you about me or what I do or whom I see?
MS. JACKSON: Why are you being so contrary?
FLETCHER: I'm just surprised you didn't hear anything about me and Mrs. Menzies making out behind St. Barnabas. I guess the McCoy brothers kept their end of the bargain. They extorted five hundred and fifty-two dollars from me in exchange for promising to keep quiet. Cash, by the way, is very hard to come by on this island. What could I do? I couldn't have the usual gossip substantiated by solid testimony from a pair of young, sweet, innocent-looking boys, could I?
– ACT I, lines 122-126
LUKE: If you insist. I was out one night at the ole rubbadedub gettin' rotten with me ping-pong mates; bloody bonzer alright 'cause I took a screamer that day 'gainst the ole Banana Benders - who didn't stand Buckley's by the way - too right! So I turn to me tall poppies and say, 'Look, boys: it's my shout; first, allow me to shoot through, piss a slab, maybe buy some dinkum durries to boot. We were hittin' the turps that night so they thought London to a brick that she'd be apples. On me way back from the durry, this yobbo throws a wobbly and spills beer all over me uni. We take it outside. He comes a gutser and falls flat on his face. 'Good on you,' I say. 'Go take a walkabout.' I'm so full and cranky, I sit next to this swagman drinkin' plonk right there on the side of the road. 'I'll be stuffed,' he says. 'Sheila told me I'd see a fight.' I'm like, what sheila? 'Sheila down the road,' says he. 'Take me there,' I say. We go. Sheila reads me palm. She tells me I'll have a ripper year. She holds out her hand and says, 'Fifty quid.' I haven't got a brass razoo. I ask her if she takes credit. 'I knew you would say that,' says she, pullin' out a credit card machine. The next thing you know, there's a bunch of prezzies on me credit card statement. As for the old swaggie and sheila, they weren't within cooee.
Some women don't care much for context. They take words at face value. They twist them around. Never use poetic license with a woman. Never use poetry at all. A woman will only think you're trying to seduce her.
I've never raped a woman. I would never want to. Not sexually. I told my wife once I wanted to rape her. That comment needs to be taken in context. We were at an art gallery. We were looking at a picture of the Sabine women.
My father never lied to my mother about going up to see his old girlfriend. He lied to me. So I wouldn't say anything. So my mother could find out about it later. From the receipts. It was part of the grand scheme. To bring things to a head. To back up the toilet of their lives. To bring up the festering crap they had tucked away in their basement all these years. Like the accusation that my father had raped my mother. On some night twelve years ago. When she had said no. And he had done it anyway. I wanted to laugh but my wife was there. Her father raped her mother. Allegedly. My wife is convinced its true. Despite only having heard one side of it. If it were as bad as it sounds I doubt her parents would still be together. But they are. Like my parents. They've reconciled. For all intents and purposes they're a happily married couple. They hold hands in the street. While my wife wont sleep with me. Because on some rainy afternoon two years ago I told her I wanted to rape her.
I've never been to Hong Kong. I was in Macao once. I lost 25,000 dollars at the casino. I won it back later in Vegas but while I was in Macao and out of money I went for a walk. To clear my head. To get away from the tables. To my great amusement I stumbled upon a street named after Sir Lima. The street ran right into another street named Rebelo. There was a bank on the corner.
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.