Her body tho..
Images like these always bum me out (although I tend to agree with Carlin). Education should (and I would hope, does) empower people.
I try very hard to teach my students critical thinking skills, and even invite them to analyse the education system, and the amount of ‘lol nope’ I encounter is really disheartening.
I feel like if you want to find a reason why people fall into ‘boxes’, as implied by these pictures, I would look to the media, and to strategies of social conditioning. While schooling as a system can and does operate as a kind of social conditioning, the education you receive there should give you the tools to critique that system. Most social systems you encounter in your life - including, perhaps, the government - probably aren’t going to provide you with the very tools you can use to change or dismantle them to a significant degree.
I think these images reflect some Asian education systems. While still young in middle east I went to a private Indian school with my siblings and it was a nightmare every day. The beatings, the discouragement to have creative ideas, the overload of schoolwork. I remember we had text books in the first grade as heavy as when we got to high school in Canada. Children hated it to the point that we would see a child vomit almost regularly. Things were bad. It was a factory preparing us to either only become doctors or engineers from the first day of school. Coming to Canada was a really good culture shock as the education system here taught us based on how old we were. There was counseling and other outputs to help us in any struggle. I think if I had stayed in that school long enough I’d only be hard and narrow minded.
Here’s an alternative viewpoint to the one I’ve presented. Feel free to keep adding your experiences~
remember back in like 5th grade when everyone vowed they would never do drugs
“r u a top or a bottom”
what do you mean like bunk beds or mario kart or what
Waking you up to a Monday morning, not with the harsh siren of an alarm clock, else the stoic acceptance of having to get up and go to work, with with something far naughtier.
Teasing swirls and licks over your knickers, pushing the tickle of the cotton over your lips, inside just a bit. Coaxing a shimmer as it moves mischievously over your clit, above, around, back inside you again.
Watching as your eyes try to flutter awake, to look, yet are tempted closed by shivers as you stir. Your hips subconsciously grind, move in time to the machinations of my tongue. Here I vary things a little, I will not be anticipated or self guessed. Let sheer spontaneous set you further aflame.
To hear your voice temped into purring. Your hands around the bedsheets, reaching for my hair, tousling fingers through it, grasping, playing with it, much as I am around your delicate underwear.
Pulling them aside just slightly, if only to feel your fingers tighten around my locks again. Soft licks around exposed skin. No cotton now, just Sir’s unrestrained sigh warm against you, tongue a paintbrush of desire, your sex the naughty canvas coloured to climax.
Licking deep inside you forces your body to buck as if shocked by electricity. Legs bend at the knees, wrap around my head, tighten, coax me deeper. I’m eager to please, eager to swirl and lick and tease. Your clit throbs between my lips as I turn deviously within so many tones, from slow sweep caress to whip and lick and thrash. Watching as your nails veritably tear the sheets from the bed, both sets of fingers tight within my hair.
Watching your song of lust and satisfaction, of shiver and scream call in the new born day. As your eyes open there’s a sparkle. Within your kiss you can taste just how devious i’ve been.
And as you push me onto my back, the glint in your eyes tells me that you’re ready to repay in kind, perhaps even more deliciously .. and if we dare a fuck afterwards we’re most certainly going to be late.
I FOLLOW BACK 1OO%
those kids who still think liking old music makes them special