#control
Control Anniversary. 35 years..
“Perhaps nothing in Christianity or Buddhism is as venerable as their art of teaching even the lowliest how to place themselves through piety in an illusory higher order of things, and thus maintain their contentment with the real order.”
—F. Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil, §61 (excerpt).
Savoir pour prévoir, prévoir pour pouvoir.
Auguste Comte, on the task of positivist science.
I have a gigantic crush on jesse faden
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I just finished taking the “before” pictures of my leg, pit, and pubic hair. Time to say goodbye to the past five years. I made a firm decision to stop shaving my legs and pits. I didn’t want to do it anymore, and I didn’t care what men thought. I wanted to see what it was like. I was being all radical and unique. I liked the way it looked and felt.
I’m going to miss the hair. I don’t want to do this. It upsets me and I feel like crying. I was never going to shave for a man’s sake ever again. I didn’t need any man to approve of my appearance or grooming choices. And now look at me. Undoing years of my life because a man told me to. Because all I want is to please him. Because following his orders and making him happy gets me wet.