Man Describes Alleged Sexual Relationship With Kevin Spacey at 14

sullengirlalmlghty:

Did you ever tell your parents?
Nope. But then I remember talking to my friends in my early 20s about it, as he started to get prizes and be in plays and later win a Tony. In the late ’80s, I remember seeing him in the movie Heartburn, playing the thief, and this rage that he was rising up in the world and that I was going to have to look at this person for the rest of my life.

How did you feel about him when you were 14?
I was obsessed with him.

And how do you feel about those feelings now?
You feel things full body, in a way, when you’re adolescent, right? And some people never learn, but in adolescence, you certainly don’t know yet that a very powerful sexual feeling is not love. You haven’t found that out yet, and some people don’t ever find that out. I was just full of this lust. And that’s why, one year later, even after he tried to rape me, some part of me wanted to see him again.

When did your thinking around what had happened start to change?
When do I start to think of him as a sexual predator?

Yeah. I assume you would call him that now.
I would call him that to his face. I would call him a pedophile and a sexual predator. When I turned 25, I looked at every 14-year-old boy I could see, to try to understand what those men had seen, because I still on some level thought I had been a tiny adult. That whole year I was 25, I tried to just see the ones who were like six-foot-two, and 200 pounds — they all looked like children. They all looked like somebody who was 10 years old four years ago. Nobody looks fuckable. Nobody … I couldn’t conjure it up. I couldn’t conjure up the desire. It was nauseating to think of having sex with them, and that was, I think, certainly when I understood, on a very deep level, these men were fucked up. Up until then, I just thought about him as somebody who had really done me wrong and tried to rape me, but not as somebody who had functioned as a predator. And then, if you’re interested in sexual predation, you start to read about it, and you realize all these patterns and techniques, and it all kind of falls within a set of practices.

Man Describes Alleged Sexual Relationship With Kevin Spacey at 14

elodieunderglass:

naamahdarling:

elodieunderglass:

redscharlach:

St Lucy is the patron saint of anyone with eye problems, primarily because her Latin name Lucia means “light”. Some stories suggest she was martyred by having something nasty done to her eyes, but this seems have been a later invention, since early accounts have her being stabbed in the neck. Anyway, medieval and Renaissance artists liked to identify her in paintings by making her carry around two eyeballs on a plate. Or in a bowl. Or even in a wine glass. Other artists preferred to show the eyeballs growing on a stalk or on a cocktail stick like a really weird canapé, but those serving suggestions are somehow less amusing than tableware.

Meanwhile, the eyes in Lucy’s head can sometimes be seen casting a sideways glance at the receptacle in her hands, probably because it often resembles some sort of bemused Muppet.

I definitely like how some of them are legitimately detached eyeballs, some are disembodied floating eyes complete with shady eyelids, and some give the effect of the artist anthropomorphizing the Object of Proffering by giving it googly eyes. Like, it’s obvious that some artists know that eyeballs are balls, and some people thought that was a figure of speech and obviously eyes have Flesh Curtains on them at all times. Medieval artists are so wild! the way they’re like “ehhhhhh THAT’S GOOD ENOUGH,” it never stops being funny.

It also reminds me of a job interview I had one time where the professor was like “so do you have a problem with eyes” and I was like “I am not… sure…?” and he was like “here take and find out” and I looked at the object in my hand and was like “so this is a… it’s a detached human eyeball, is it?” and he was like “yeah” and I was like “Fresh?” because you have to say SOMETHING, and he was like, “well, Yeah,” and I was like “oh lovely”

but MENTALLY I was like “I … don’t THINK i have a problem with eyes, but I … THINK … that I have a problem with THIS. whatever this is. I mean, it’s fine, but I think i’m,, I think I’m okay not working for you” but it was still an interview so I said “Hmm,” supportively, holding the eyeball (it was cold)

and he held out a dish LIKE SAINT LUCIA, NOW I SEE IT, and I put the eyeball on it and he turned and put it away behind him, anyway I decided I didn’t want that job, but yeah, YEAH, you definitely want to carry an eyeball on a dish, that’s definitely how you want to do that, you don’t want to improvise any more than that.

Elodie

Elodie listen

I am gonna need you to explain what sort of job that was because otherwise I will become distraught trying to figure it out and yet Never Knowing

It made perfect sense in context, it was a perfectly ordinary seeming lab gig, the prof seemed normal, he just unexpectedly had a dish with two human eyeballs on it, and in order to see if I had a “problem with eyes” he took a dish and tipped a human eyeball into my hand and looked at me to see if I had a problem with it. Which is fair because the job did really involve that sort of thing. I think it probably was better to get it out of the way before it got weird.

And I still think about the dish, and how it looked quite funny with the eyeballs on it. Somebody probably Donated Them to Science thinking that they were going to really advance the discourse… well, I guess they probably did cos there were 12 other people who wanted the job

But yeah it kind of divides your life into two parts, the part before a guy hands you an eyeball and the part after

jumpingjacktrash:

afewreelthoughts:

ushistorytrash:

givemeunicorns:

naphula:

castiel-knight-of-hell:

i-run-a-trash-blog:

marvxel:

james-wessley:

kanthia:

stitch-n-time:

thing-for-ferryboats:

sirl33te:

asexualmagneto:

danray002:

simaraknows:

gilbertbielschmidt:

seduce me with ur history knowledge 

vikings made their woman handle the finances because they thought math is witchcraft

During a military campaign, Vlad the Impaler, the basis for Dracula, once pulled his troops out of a major engagement in a valley at dusk so that the sun was in their enemies’ eyes. Once they were over the hill, they set loose a bunch of rabid bats who flew away from the sun (towards the enemy) and attacked them, leading to significant infection in their ranks, and Vlad’s eventual victory. Because of how the bats appeared from where Vlad’s soldiers appeared to be at dusk, myth stated that the soldiers turned into bats at night, which is where the “Dracula can change into a bat” thing came from.

raphael, the renaissance painter, literally fucked himself to death

during the Ottoman Empire, the Sultan Ibrahim I had 280 of his concubines drowned in the ocean after ONE of them slept with another man.

The earths carbon levels fell by 700 million tons because Genghis Khan killed so many people

King James (the one known for revising the Bible) liked to watch women give birth. That’s where the “tradition” of women laying on their backs to give birth comes from.

Previous to that it was common for women to have chairs with holes in them and straw underneath, so they could sit on this special chair and let gravity help with the birthing process.

Spicy foods were thought to increase libido and cause children to masturbate. To prevent kids from touching themselves at night, a man named Kellogg invented the blandest combination of cereals, marketed it at kids, and called it Corn Flakes

At the Battle of Gettysburg during the American Civil War, a small group of Union soldiers had run out of ammo against a large group of the Confederate Army. In a panic, the Union soldiers sprinted at them, screaming, with only bayonets drawn. The entire Confederate Army that was present turned and ran away in fear, not knowing that they had literally no ammunition.

When the Roman Emperor Caligula went to invade Britain he stood on the coast of Gaul with his army and suddenly declared war on Neptune, God of the Sea. He had his men collect sea shells from the shore as “spoils from the Ocean”.

Oh and he appointed his horse to the senate.

During the Austro-Prussian war of 1868, Liechtenstein sent over an army of 80 people, but ended up coming back with 81 people because they befriended a guy on the other side.

People refused to send art and sculptures to be displayed at the Chicago World’s Fair because of Chicago’s history with fire. They had to fireproof the Fine Arts building to get people to agree to loan them their art. A year after the fair closed most of the grounds were destroyed by fire but the Fine Arts building survived. It’s now the Museum of Science and Industry.

The carbon emissions thing from Ghenghis Khan is not the whole story. He also planted trees wherever he conquered land because he liked trees and thought they were important. He conquered enough to make an impact on the global climate.

Radu III, brother of Vlad III( Vlad the Impaler)  nearly killed Mehmed II, the future Sultan of the Ottoman’s, after Mehmed invited him up to his chambers. Radu, seemingly unaware that the offer was sexual in nature, was startled when Mehmed embraced and then tried to kiss him. Radu stabbed the prince in the leg, then ran and hid in a tree. They later became lovers, and maintained a relationship for the rest of their lives

Just googled the last one because holy shit that’s magnificent and seemed to good to be true, but not only did it actually happen, but I also learned that radu was known as “radu the beautiful”

fun date idea: stab him in the leg

talk about awkward first dates

tygermama:

agwitow:

just-shower-thoughts:

If a ghost can open cupboards and break things, why not just take a pencil, find paper, write exactly why it’s unhappy, and tape the message on the fridge.

It just became second nature to close all the cupboards first thing in the morning (even though they’d been closed the night before). Which was when things escalated from banging cupboard doors to actually breaking things.

Faucets, door handles, curtain rods ripped from the wall… all the repairs started to add up.

“Look, I didn’t mind having an ethereal roommate, but I can’t afford to keep fixing all this shit. Here’s a pencil and some paper. Just write what’s bothering you–I doubt you could put anything that would be more expensive than having a plumber come out to replace all the faucets again.”

The next morning there’s a scrawl line at the top of the page that devolved into an angry scribbling mess that tore through the page. Two cupboard doors were entirely ripped off.

“I don’t want to get someone in to banish you, but this is ridiculous. Just tell me what you want.”

The second piece of paper is ripped into shreds and several knives are embedded in the wall.

A careful examination of the paper scraps show that it had the same scribbles as the first piece.

A quick trip to the library and a stop at a store later, there are kindergarten workbooks on learning to write spread across the counter.

“Look, I don’t know if you’re just being difficult, but I hope not. So I got an audiobook on learning to read and write, and here are some workbooks for kids–don’t get mad–to teach them their letters. Just press play on the stereo, and work through the books at your own pace. I’ll get more when you finish.”

The first workbook is half-completed before being ripped to pieces, but at least there was no other damage. Replacing it is significantly cheaper than replacing cupboard doors.

It takes awhile, but eventually the workbooks progress to a fifth grade level. These ones are starting to be more costly (they’re bigger, for one thing), but it’s not even the money anymore. Little notes scrawled in a shaky hand appear on the steamy bathroom mirror

Have A gooD dy

Or written in ketchup on the counter (that was a frightening sight the first time)

You R out of MLK

And then one day there’s a message taped to the fridge. The spelling and penmanship isn’t the best, but it’s legible and even signed.

Dear Occupente,

I have haunted this spot for ovr three huner hudre 300 years. My bones are dust and I am fergotN. I do not have wants to trap me. I am here 4 ever.

I am bord. Lonly.

I am sorrY 4 breaking things.

We be frends?

Syncerly Eloise

I love you, Eloise

baapi-makwa:

Boozhoo (hello), my name is Ken, I am a disabled Ojibwe artist from northern Wisconsin. I am writing this post because I am having a hard time making ends meet and any donations I could possibly receive at this time would be greatly appreciated. Recent events have left my bank account depleted and my cupboards bare, I have some food but it will not last and I still do not know how I will cover all the utility bills.

I do have PayPal, that is really the best way to donate at this time, the email I use for that is: baapimakwa@gmail.com, or you can click here.

Miigwech (thank you) everyone. Working hard to at least get caught up and still coming up short, every little bit helps.