Golden Showers Aren't The Problem Here

Golden showers aren't the problem here

I am actually v ambivalent about kink-shaming Donald Trump. Like, this #goldenshowers Twitter trending is great bad PR for that guy, so I was gleeful for a sec... but, like, let's focus on the probability that another government has already started leveraging blackmail material on our pres-elect, not on what's in said material. Or at least focus on the disrespect shown to the current First Family by the peeing's intent. (by that one account, it wasn't really a watersports kink so much as a FU to the bed they'd slept on.)

Europe, 1939 Everyone in the embassies was saying no... Everyone was saying no, When Bolivia said yes. Berlin was a rats' nest The guardian of bravado, it was shouting It filled stadiums Of an arid wasteland of Aryan delirium. The doors were closing Time hung by a thread And that boy in my grandparents' arms The panic was evident And everything foretold it: Fear was gaining direction It was opening jaws, it was yelling As the cold arrived, in the middle of a hurtful glacier, an unbelievable stream of warm water: Everyone said no - when Bolivia said yes. The pendulum comes and goes ... ships come and go And those who today have it all tomorrow will beg for it all. And the Ferris wheel does not delay in turning destinies around, in refreshing memory... a revolving door that's all history is. ... Europa, 1939 Todos decían que no en las cancillerías (Años de guerra caliente Varios años antes de la guerra fría) Todos decían que no Cuando dijo que sí Bolivia Berlín era un nido de ratas El paladín de la bravata, gritaba Llenaba estadios De un árido erial de desvarío ario Un árido erial de desvarío ario Las puertas se iban cerrando El tiempo colgaba de un pelo Y aquel niño en los brazos de mis abuelos Y el pánico era evidente Y todo lo presagiaba: El miedo ganaba cauce Abría fauces, vociferaba Y entonces llegó del frío En pleno glaciar hiriente Una insólita vertiente de agua tibia: Todos decían que no Cuando dijo que sí Bolivia Y el péndulo viene y va Y vuelve a venir e irse Y tras alejarse vuelve Y tras volver, se distancia Y cambia la itinerancia Y los barcos van y vienen Y quienes hoy todo tienen Mañana por todo imploran Y la noria no demora En invertir los destinos En refrescar la memoria Y los caminos de ida En caminos de regreso Se transforman, porque eso: Una puerta giratoria No más que eso, es la historia.

i put a whole new meaning to 'should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind'

Gorgeous! 

Two new prints for Sydney Supanova! I’ll be there with @shorelle all weekend! Come by my table and say hi– table #203! PS: Anyone cosplaying as Ahsoka Tano can come by my table for a free Ahsoka print.  (◕◡◕✿)