There’s nothing wrong with sex, people.




- Having sex every day. 
- Saving sex for your wedding night. 
- Never having sex.
- Having sex with different people.
- Having sex with one person.
- Having sex with a person of your same gender.
- Loving sex. 
- Hating sex. 
- Being loud. 
- Being quiet.

The only thing wrong with sex?

When it’s not consensual.

Because that’s not sex. That’s rape.

Reblogging again because this post is so important. 


might’ve found an apartment for my last semester in college. spirit, please let this be the end of this search. 

One Month Update

Hello all. I’ve been in Brazil for a mont now, so I think I can speak on my experience with a balance of in the moment thoughts & reflection. People who studied abroad often tell me that they had several epiphanies, and it didn’t take long for me to start having realizations about myself & the world.

The first thing I learned is that life goes on. The single most frightening thing for your ego is the thought of insignificance. I had several moments in the first two weeks worrying about if/when something would happen & if the people I cared about could handle it on their own or if they actually preferred my absence. Week 3, literally everything I feared came to fruition. All these changes occurred and I felt that I would have been better equipped or of better service if I was stateside. One of these instances was the Mike Brown/Ferguson case. Another was a conflict within my closest friends. But life goes on because it has to. And my insignificance in that context is only measured by how much or little I can accept it for what it is.

The second thing I’m (still) learning can be summed up with the word “wait.” I’m not the most patient person, and when I realized after settling into my new home in São Paulo, that I would be here for months I damn near had a panic attack. The concept of time is relative but the realization that this had no foreseeable, tangible expiration was crushing. I’m prone to “making things happen” then suffering the consequences of my impatience. Even going to Brazil was something I forced because I thought it was something I wanted/needed. In hindsight, I think I wanted something slightly different, but this opportunity is rewarding, without a doubt. And now, I have to live with my decision & stick it out, because that’s the commitment I made.

I know yall probs aren’t gonna read this all the way through. But I needed to get my thoughts out. If you’re currently abroad, be patient & open. But I guess that’s advice for wherever in the world you find yourself.

love&light. ivy.