Gael Harjo's Pretty Good World

I am who I am & who I am is fine

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Adventures of a Girl Janitor: gailsimone: sexgenderbody: “**TRIGGER WARNING RACISM, ABUSE OF NATIVE...

Thanks so much for originally blogging this!

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sexgenderbody:

“**TRIGGER WARNING RACISM, ABUSE OF NATIVE AMERICAN PEOPLE BY DOCTORS** Before Depo was approved in 1992, it was routinely used on Native women by IHS, particularly on Native women with disabilities. According to one area director Burton Attico, the Phoenix…

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Referencing both this photo and the one previously posted of a tampon string getting ready to be pulled out from a play partner, let me emphasize that I enjoy real life play scenes of drawn blood from arterial/vein sources, i.e. cuttings into flesh and period play scenes whether with a partner who’s menstruating or if I am or we both are.
Nothing is more intimate to me than bloodplay, period, pardon the pun.
CAUTION! Blood play is for partners who are already fluid-bonded to each and in the case of a drawn blood scene where breaking of the skin and cutting into the flesh to have blood font forth this should not be done without proper training first, either from orthodox medical classes or from a long-experienced teacher who has done many blood scenes before. 
Also remember that once exposed to your play partner’s blood for the first blood play scene, you are literally fluid bonded to that person for freaking ever, you become literally blood sisters or a blood brother whatever the case may be.
Bloodplay is so very intimate because once you exchange or are exposed to someone else’s blood pathogen panel, that’s it, you can never go back to the way it was before.
So play safe but as or more importantly always play smart, use the guiding principles of RACK/Risk Aware Consensual Kink.

Referencing both this photo and the one previously posted of a tampon string getting ready to be pulled out from a play partner, let me emphasize that I enjoy real life play scenes of drawn blood from arterial/vein sources, i.e. cuttings into flesh and period play scenes whether with a partner who’s menstruating or if I am or we both are.

Nothing is more intimate to me than bloodplay, period, pardon the pun.

CAUTION! Blood play is for partners who are already fluid-bonded to each and in the case of a drawn blood scene where breaking of the skin and cutting into the flesh to have blood font forth this should not be done without proper training first, either from orthodox medical classes or from a long-experienced teacher who has done many blood scenes before.

Also remember that once exposed to your play partner’s blood for the first blood play scene, you are literally fluid bonded to that person for freaking ever, you become literally blood sisters or a blood brother whatever the case may be.

Bloodplay is so very intimate because once you exchange or are exposed to someone else’s blood pathogen panel, that’s it, you can never go back to the way it was before.

So play safe but as or more importantly always play smart, use the guiding principles of RACK/Risk Aware Consensual Kink.

Filed under heavy bdsm heavy bloodplay Blood bloodplay blood play dungeon play fluid bonded fluid bonding RACK Risk Aware Consensual Kink

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heterogeneoushomosexual:

ONE DAY THERE WILL BE HORSESby Joy HarjoYour eyes peered out from the wreckOf a three-day drunk.Your eyes say good man, works with hands,Knows how to dance, believes in the good of people,And wants a chance.We talked about relationships, jobs and all the casino winnersIn your family: everyone but you.Ayyy itʻs my turn now. Your eyes laughed and kicked backThe afternoon sun.You asked me to let you off near an overpass, north of town.A creek ran parallel to the highway.There were trees bending downTo cup the winds. When I turned back to look you were walking west.Work shoes and tools over your shoulderin your broken bag.A little rain began to fallFrom sparse, lucky clouds.Did you find a place to sleep, And something to give your sustenancefor the long night?Your eyes peerThrough the dark as you singA traveling song:One day I will be rich.One day I will have horses enoughTo marry you with.Hey-ya-haHey-ya-ho!

heterogeneoushomosexual:

ONE DAY THERE WILL BE HORSES
by Joy Harjo

Your eyes peered out from the wreck
Of a three-day drunk.
Your eyes say good man, works with hands,
Knows how to dance, believes in the good of people,
And wants a chance.
We talked about relationships, jobs and all the casino winners
In your family: everyone but you.
Ayyy itʻs my turn now. 
Your eyes laughed and kicked back
The afternoon sun.
You asked me to let you off near an overpass, north of town.
A creek ran parallel to the highway.
There were trees bending down
To cup the winds. 
When I turned back to look you were walking west.
Work shoes and tools over your shoulder
in your broken bag.
A little rain began to fall
From sparse, lucky clouds.
Did you find a place to sleep, 
And something to give your sustenance
for the long night?
Your eyes peer
Through the dark as you sing
A traveling song:
One day I will be rich.
One day I will have horses enough
To marry you with.
Hey-ya-ha
Hey-ya-ho!

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