I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It’s meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can’t handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don’t have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.
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how do you use these?
Put these on the top layer above everything, set layer to ‘overlay’ then adjust opacity. You can put it on whatever opacity you want but usually 30%+ is most effective.
The point is to obstruct the picture so AI can’t read your image because AI counts every single pixel in your art
It’s so significant too that this narrative was collected by Zora Neale Hurston, one of the greatest authors and anthropologists of her time. She was shunned by the “gatekeepers” of both of these professions, largely because of her Blackness, her womanhood, and her uncompromising commitment to honoring and showcasing both in her works. She died penniless and alone in a state-run institution in 1960. All of her works had gone out of publication by then. It took more than a decade before she was rediscovered. A young author by the name of Alice Walker had come across her work and was deeply inspired by it. “In 1973, after an exhaustive search, Walker came across Hurston’s unmarked grave in Ft. Pierce, Fla. She purchased a headstone for Hurston’s tomb and had it inscribed “A Genius of the South.“”
It is through Zora Neale Hurston’s pioneering sacrifice, and the acceptance of that inheritance by Alice Walker that we have found this missing piece of our history. Without the courageous and unfailing work of Black women, we wouldn’t have Cudjo Lewis’s story. We are slowly regaining a narrative that’s been hidden from us, one that continues to be lied about. Trust Black women to lead the way.
My friends Katie and Alex have gifted me with another ER story to share with you all.
You see, they have these friends. A couple. And this couple has a tingly lube that they love. So one day they’re about to get down and realize they’re out of tingly lube. So they go…. What do we have at home that tingles?
Now reader, if you ever find yourself thinking along those lines, please remember the sacred mantra: Horny people make bad choices.
They explored their kitchen. They found something that they felt sure would make a pleasant genital tingling. When my friends told me I buried my face in a pillow and screamed because what they decided to use for a little sexy zest was a squeeze bottle of lemon juice.
Presumably they doused the guys penis in lemon juice and then he thrust into his partner.
But it turns out.
Your face isn’t the only thing that puckers on contact with lemon juice.
Her vaginal muscles clamped down onto his dick like a fucking bear trap, latching on like a reverse knot that inextricably bound their crotches together for the foreseeable future.
And this was a problem not just because it probably hurt as she had effectively become a cock ring, trapping the turgid blood in his penis so he couldn’t go flaccid which would have resulted in nerve damage if they didn’t go to the emergency room.
So they go to the emergency room.
Now at this point I had so many questions because the sheer logistics involved. How did two people who were welded together at the crotch operate a car?
Their roommate took them.
I was I hysterics. How do you tell your roommate you just slathered yourself with lemon juice and got stuck together and he needs to drive you to the ER? I know they must have been in pain but it’s such a funny image. Did they call the guy in to behold their fusion? Did they text him?
Then I was like. How did they get dressed? How did they get to the car? How did they sit in the car? Imagining the crab walk of two people fused together at the pelvis had me in stitches but I imagine it was substantially less funny to actually experience it. How did they lay on a stretcher?
These details are not to know. In the end, they were separated safely and no one got nerve damage and now they are immortalized as yet another cautionary tale to not make decisions while horny. If you don’t have the necessary paraphernalia before you begin sex, go without if possible or accept that there can always be sex later to avoid a trip to the ER.
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