Please Help Thomas!
I try to give to funding campaigns for animals in need whenever I can, and I wanted to share this one with all of you because it’s a very special case.
Thomas was a street cat who was believed to be hit by a car, and his caregiver is now trying to raise funds for his medical care. He needs an MRI, prolapsed rectal surgery, and UTI treatments. Thomas will be euthanized if his caregiver can’t raise enough funds.
Please consider helping Thomas by donating. They’re at $2,385 of their $3,000 goal, but there are only 9 days left to donate (as I write this, it is 12/6 on the East Coast of the United States, GMT -5).
I’ve already donated, and I know there are many cat lovers who follow this blog who will help if they can. Even if all you can do right now is reblog, please do it! I really want to help Thomas and his caregiver have a chance.
Learn more about Thomas at his Facebook page, and donate to the campaign by clicking here. His caregiver even posted photos of the medical bills, so you can be sure that you’re giving to an honest cause.
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I think what really got me was growing up in a world where my parents hated each other, but ingrained into my head thay nakedness was about sex, sex is about love, love is about marraige, marriage is about never cheating.
Nudity has nothing to do with sex or love. Point blank. Nakedness has been so utterly destroyed by the realization that restricting it and making it taboo is an excellent way to gain power.
Really, sex seems to rarely have anything at all to do with love… maybe you get lucky, but until then- sex is about power.
Love… now what the fuck is that one. Pretty sure marriage isn’t about that.
Love is probably about power too. The kind of love that every one considers “love.” That possessive sort of love. The wrong kind.
Now taking all of these things into consideration… seems like cheating doesn’t have much to do with love either…
So the structure that I was taught to build my life around was one BIG steaming pile of utter bullshit.
And now that I have recognized that, I figure building my own ideals is a pretty damn nifty way to live.
There I was, scrolling down my dash, getting little glimpses of passion here and there, you know… titillating stuff but not the real deal….
And suddenly The Rape Joke rolls by and I lose my interest in emotion entirely.
Dee ee dee dedd. Deader than dead. Obliterated. Never was.