Pots of Paint

Anonymous asked: How many times a day do you have to talk to detectives asking you about murder victims?


Pretty much once a shift, a pair of special victims detectives come in wearing dusters and show me a photo of a sleazy looking guy, asking if I remember him.  I chew gum and say, in a New Jersey accent, “Oh yeah, I remember him, he was in here last Friday.  Real scumbag, thought he could throw us around.  We don’t stand for that around here.  My bouncer threw him out reeeal quick.”  Then they go over our security camera footage with high-tech enhanceability features, copy the tape, and leave.


Me (Teale Coco) for Faint Magazine

Issue, Dream Anatomy |March 2013|

Photographer: Luzena Adams

Makeup: Andi Conventon

Stylist: Alexandre Dubois

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*bring u home after date*

*slip ur panties off while we makin out*

*washes them in cold water tumble dry low so u got a fresh pair to wear back home*

I feel like this is drake’s to-do list 


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Anonymous asked: You physically CANNOT be a stripper and a feminist at the same time. It's people like you that give us a bad rap. Please leave





Sorry/not sorry that you don’t understand the point of bodily autonomy and would rather make YOUR feminism all about policing women’s life choices, but that’s “physically” the opposite of feminism. LOL

In anonymous’s defense, they are tricky to do literally at the same time. Have you ever tried to organize a rally in support of collective bargaining rights for domestic workers during a shift? It’s hard.

Why are you equating actively being feminist with organizing rallies? You realize that’s not all there is to it right? And I do engage in feminist practices at work regularly. I call out rape jokes, homophobia, and sexism. I stand up for sex workers. I work to dispel myths about our job to ignorant customers. My feminist beliefs intertwine into the conversations I have at work constantly.

I can’t even begin to tell you how many guys I have given a huge kick in the ego and left them walking out of the club with their tail between their legs. I’m a slut? I’m entitled to have sex with you? I’m unintelligent? I have no value? Fuuuuuuuck that. I ain’t in the customer service industry where the customer is always right. Sex workers have the freedom to call that shit out, in comparison to say, the cashier at mcdonalds that has to sit back and smile at any derogatory remarks some dimwitted customer may sling at her.
We won’t lose our jobs over calling someone a misogynistic sack of shit. We can literally sit them down and list off alllllll the things they’re misunderstanding about us as women, because contrary to popular belief, men don’t attempt to mistreat us because we are sex workers. THEY DO IT BECAUSE WE ARE WOMEN.
If anything, feminists should be giving us praise. We are the Venus fly trap of the feminist movement. We lure guys in, and should they show any ounce of disrespect, we crush and devour their fucking souls.


Self-taught Alaskan sculptor Lee Cross, known professionally as Wood Splitter Lee, creates incredible one of a kind fantasy creatures that are so remarkably lifelike they verge on creepy, which is just one of the things that makes them so awesome. All of Lee’s creatures are completely made by hand without the use of and patterns, molds or casts. Their bodies contain articulated skeletons wrapped with stuffing, making them very soft to handle and fully posable. They’re decorated with carefully hand-applied synthetic fur and paint. As you can see from these photos, some of Lee’s creatures are more fantastic in nature than others, but they’re all amazing to behold.

Lee’s creatures are available for purchase through weekly Auction Adoptions held on eBay.

To check out more of her phenomenal handmade creatures, visit Wood Splitter Lee’s DeviantArt gallery.

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It really upsets me that out of my 400 someodd friends on facebook almost no one has cared about Ferguson unless theyre black or already on tumblr. Like how is this not effecting you?

I found that I have only two types of friends because of the whole thing: those who are disgusted by the whole thing
And those who have showed me their blatant racism when talking about it
And there seems to be no in between