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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>an advice column for young cosmopolitan strangers</description><title>Mister Misses Answers your Questions</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @mistermisses)</generator><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS -
So there was this dude, who was like the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/edcf5443c6b9d0cb2a04dbf5b326e7fe/tumblr_mmc0usdNgk1qghk7bo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS -&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So there was this dude, who was like the son of some rich guy, and he got promoted to like captain, even though he was a little snotface. Didn’t know shit about ships and shit. So they hit like a sandbar or some shit, but the situation wasn’t even really that dire. But anyway, people panicked and shit i think, and got on this tiny raft, but then some more things went wrong, and before you knew it, mad mothefuckers were stuck on this raft, that was half in the water anyway. Well, by the time they found these dudes, they had eaten each other and done other horrible things, like have a massive fight that picked off the weak. Shit was intense. Anyway, there was a trial for the captain, but he got off with barely any punishment. That shit ain’t right. Anyway, this dude Gericault, made like a painting of it, to dramatize the event, people went nuts for it. Like remember when wikileaks happened? Same idea. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway, this painting is mad effective at being dramatic. It’s like the visual equivalent of hearing the law &amp; order DUHN DUHN. Like, do you see how the use of contrast, creates lines of shadow along the legs, arms and bodies of the desperate dudes? And all those lines converge to one point, with the dude signalling some far off unseen ship. The use of light and shadow in this painting, is some classic masterful shit. Most of the values are mostly the same in the heap of people, but you got that burst of sun light right on the horizon, and the yellow sky, that really silhuoette’s the signaler. Did you notice how the figures in the lower half or painted in light amber hues, but the signaler is actually a golden brown? This also might hint at a racial subtext. Fuhreal, this painting is dope.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.cavetocanvas.com/post/49746295153/theodore-gericault-the-raft-of-the-medusa-1819"&gt;cavetocanvas&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Théodore Géricault, &lt;em&gt;The Raft of the Medusa, &lt;/em&gt;1819&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Things to think about when studying:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What historical event does Géricault depict?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;How does he use composition and other formal elements to heighten the drama of the work?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/49749684116</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/49749684116</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 23:53:35 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>a-state-of-bliss:

FHM Collections China - Patrick Pettijean by...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/b88d8358865ca0a55f18d0cd33bd533f/tumblr_mm47vihjwx1rnbekgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://a-state-of-bliss.tumblr.com/post/49350530148/fhm-collections-china-patrick-pettijean-by-jumbo"&gt;a-state-of-bliss&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;FHM Collections China - Patrick Pettijean by Jumbo Tsai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/49491501346</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/49491501346</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 00:16:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Can you ever be friends with an ex? I've tried. Several times. Each time it ends badly and I think whyBut there's always something that makes me think about her again. It's not like I'm looking for a relationship again. I'm sure I've traumatized her enough. But I can't shake the feeling that she needs to be in my life somehow. How do I get her back even just to say hi.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dear Heliocentric Ex-Boyfriend,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Stop being a dickass. You know what breaking up is for? Reducing (possibly to zero) the amount of time you spend with a person you once spent a lot of time with. It’s not so that you can come back in a few months, and be like “Hey wassup?” Yeah, some people stay friends with their exes, but i’d say it’s more common that after a relationship is over, it’s perfectly acceptable and even encouraged, you go your separate ways.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But the way you’ve worded it, “..get her back” You ain’t getting shit back. The whole ‘just to say hi’ is bullshit as soon as you said the ‘get her back’ part. Especially after you’ve admitted to traumatizing her. Just because you can’t deal with your own unresolved feelings for her, doesn’t mean you should make her take a dip with you in the self-pity pool.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know why it ends badly? Cause you keep trying to reanimate this relationship, night of the living dead style.  You’ve lost your damn brains. Next time, you think about shambling back into her life, remember, George Romero made 2 good sequels to his first classic zombie film, so you’re probably on Land of the Living Dead territory, and that movie sucked. And most likely, i’m giving you too much credit anyway. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/49490732195</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/49490732195</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 00:03:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>How does the study of observational drawing change the way you view the world?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You know, i realllly hate drawing from life. I can’t stand looking at a thing, and having to draw it. But sometimes, i gotta. To be honest, a lot of times, i’ll have something right in front of me, but i’ll photograph it, and then draw from THAT. But hey, i don’t draw to prove anything to myself, so i don’t feel bad for not wanting to draw things i see.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But a lot of how i draw, is very highly detailed, and it has changed how i see things. Whenever i see some highly complex machine, or a landscape of rubble and trash, i imagine that i’m mentally photographing the scene. Rapidly clicking my eye camera, so that i preserve just how the elements are arranged.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I believe there’s patterns in chaotic environments, and its that pattern that you have to recreate, to convincingly render a pleasing composition. Otherwise, you get just too much clutter, but with no way to make sense of it.  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/49489450043</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/49489450043</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 23:42:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>wishcandy:

They’re contagious
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/0b17f692e2aa52b8a48d557c02e21f59/tumblr_mkaarjOL1z1qgcq3io1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://wishcandy.tumblr.com/post/46358179615/theyre-contagious"&gt;wishcandy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/wishcandy"&gt;They’re contagious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/46361248467</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/46361248467</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 16:50:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear Mister Misses, I'm in college and have a question that pertains to both creative fields and school workshops. Basically, I have to give and receive notes on stories all the time by classmates who have by extension of our time spent together, also become my friends. One of these friends has betrayed me in the past socially, and when I give them notes or suggestions in class (or out of it) that they use, I never get thanks or attribution. Should I let this affect the quality help I give them?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dear Note Aboriginal American Giver,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This sounds like you have more things going on between this friend of yours than just giving notes. A note is not a major rewrite, edit or other substantial correction of any one’s work, it is just a note. A personal thanks, would be appropriate, but if i included in everything i wrote, every note that a person said in passing, that i did or did not use, or forgot who suggested what, you’d have a whole nother book of attributions. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When we’re doing someone a favor, it’s important that aren’t the type of person that keeps track of every single favor you do for a person. That doesn’t make you a good friend, that makes you a loan shark. If someone is really close to you, and they include you in their ‘thanks’ page, or whatever they choose, you should feel happy that your input meant so much to them. But with a lot of creative work, half the time you get input, you’re silently saying “Yeah, no. That doesn’t work at all.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Unless you’re being PAID to fix a person’s work, or you two have signed a contract, that’s the only time you should be getting credit. But it seems you’re more upset with this person, than with your lack of credit, and you should deal with that first.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A good rule of thumb, is don’t mix friends and business. And if you do, make sure you have in writing where your friendship ends, and the business begins. Contracts don’t just protect your finances, they protect your relationships. You are just friends, or were, and your help shouldn’t come with stipulations.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You’re treating your notes as if they owe you something back. Attach a dollar sign to it, and then you can fret about what’s owed to you. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/46360465715</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/46360465715</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 16:40:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3m2m4hTva1qc7hceo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/45977943199</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/45977943199</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 03:09:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>This is how okcupid feels. </title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f2ae1780390b53e32857859b63e58283/tumblr_mirli9HPmj1qa7vdoo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how okcupid feels. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/43970719921</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/43970719921</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2013 02:15:45 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>MM, I find it difficult to craft one tidy question on something as complicated as relationships. So many puzzle pieces. But we are all really asking the same thing: How do we love ourselves and let love in? We all try too hard. What's heaviest on my head is compromise. What is worth compromising in a relationship? I've had a busy six months feeling romantic interests out and all seem to lack in one area or another. And now my intuition has banished me to the waiting room. Impending Mr. "Right".</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dear Schrodinger’s Catch,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So much of your questions, reflect a certain wrongness. Areas where you might’ve felt you could’ve given more of a chance to, times where you were too guarded, and other times you tried too hard. But the first question was “How do we love ourselves?” Let’s simplify - how do you love yourself? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When we are in a relationship, there is this protection from isolation, of realizing how alone we really are. The puzzle pieces lose their boundaries, and we don’t have to feel so fractured. But when we are single, not only do we come apart a bit, but we sometimes can’t find all the pieces. And like a puzzle missing some pieces, it is left on the shelf while all the others go off to form perfect portraits posted on facebook walls. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But it’s not banishment, and its not surprising that you’ve gone through many But it’s not banishment, and its not surprising that you’ve gone through many potential interests. There is someone out there, who is currently looking for exactly you. But (un)fortunately, you are rare. There is only one of you, and you are hiding amongst very similar but not just right people. Every day, people are playing Where’s Waldo with the person they want to love. But no one wears a characteristic red-and-white snow cap, it’s only after falling in love with someone, that their smile becomes the obvious giveaway. In the crowd, they somehow exist as if on an empty page. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thinking in terms of who can be Mr.Right, means you’re forgetting all about you. How are you right for another person? Because after all, you’re the most important person to the man you haven’t met yet, and he’d want to know that you can do right all by yourself. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/43970500072</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/43970500072</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2013 02:10:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Chespirito</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/eb8089e1c5dc8abe7fc13de49a8654e8/tumblr_mfqbusNCYv1r7tte6o1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chespirito&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/42086147513</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/42086147513</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2013 02:20:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A friend of mine is dating a man who's known to be a notorious cheater and womanizer, and I've heard from various people about him cheating on her in public. He also noticeably disrespects her in front of mixed company. However, she isn't open to considering that he might be unfaithful even when I've tried to suggest that as a reason why he might do suspicious things that upsets her. Should I tell her what other people claim to have witnessed, even if I risk alienating them both as friends?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dear You Juz Jealouz! Y dun u juz mind yo biznezz?!,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, relationships are like silk cocoons. In the beginning, you’re just this cool little caterpillar, eating leaves, chillin’ out, not giving a shit, but then you enter a relationship, and you begin to change. For whatever reason, many of us have had times where we just WANT a relationship, even if it ends up being a shitty one, you still stay in it. All of the fears we have, about being alone, about no one liking us, we spew all that bullshit, to form this nice little chrysalis of denial and preservation. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We tell ourselves that you believe that they’ll change, that this time, we trust each other. But really, the only way you accept such garbage, is by changing who you are. The sad thing is, while you’re hanging around, this sad little Metapod, just using harden everytime you get hurt (Yes, a pokemon reference), your friends still remember and enjoyed your cute little fuzzy caterpillar self. And every time they remind you of the obvious truth in front of you, it can cut right through your silken fortress. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So as a friend, sometimes, you just gotta say “Well fuck you, see you when you evolve into butterfree,” Because if common sense, and basic observational skills weren’t enough to reveal her boyfriend’s douchebag tendencies, then she doesnt &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to reveal them. Why doesn’t she? Maybe as a friend you can ask her about that. But that might be a difficult convo to have too. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you’ve seen something yourself, tell her, but if it’s a friend of a friend…eh. Rumors are rumors. Life isn’t the maury povich show, so don’t go making facts out of what can be fiction. It seems you’ve seen plenty already to prove he’s not a good boyfriend, so cheating might not even end that relationship.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the end, the best thing you can do for a friend who’s making poor decisions, is let them fuck up royally. Consequences is how we learn to not repeat mistakes, and if you keep repeating mistakes, maybe you just got a friend with issues, and that’s up to you if you wanna keep dealing with that. Everybody’s gotta learn sometimes, but half the lessons we’ll learn in our life, are because we &lt;em&gt;didn’t &lt;/em&gt;listen the first time. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/42085841795</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/42085841795</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2013 02:12:58 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>http://moosekleenex.tumblr.com/</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/899e88afc0b8b42f01160c496dbe7570/tumblr_mew0ejPS2K1r9shd3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://moosekleenex.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://moosekleenex.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41645858910</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41645858910</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 17:30:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/52ebe52d34a7a58ff872bc7998ac515a/tumblr_mfqbkzAVYc1r7tte6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41466613562</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41466613562</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 16:49:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>What inspired you to start an advice column?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I think when i look back, at past relationships of mine, good and bad, i always seem to have the same bad habit. Mainly, i talk too much. It’s extremely hard for me to keep my thoughts to myself, even if i know that it’s really best to say nothing at all. Really sweet moment? Here’s comes a soliloquy. Argument is over? Here come’s my closing argument. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m aware of it, but that doesn’t really solve anything. People who know who i am, often ask if i follow my own advice, and i always say “nope”. I dont think it’s &lt;em&gt;possible&lt;/em&gt; to follow your own advice, if it was, it wouldn’t be advice, it’d just you be doing the right thing to begin with. But then again, i sometimes don’t like what doing the right thing is.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To be honest, sometimes i prefer to fuck up, if only for that fleeting moment, where nothing matters while you utter the words, “Fuck this shit,” But there’s more to it. I talk too much, because it sometimes feels as if my emotions don’t exist until i speak words to them. Yes, i can love a person, but it’s just a scattering of impulses and thoughts, until i direct them all into the physical action of speaking or writing. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But right now, i don’t love anyone, at least not romantically. I work from home, which means for many hours, i’m actually completely silent. No words are spoken, no feelings are shared. Being able to go through other people’s confusion and problems, somehow relaxes me. At night, before i go to bed, i answer a question, and the answer sheds light on where i am in my life. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I live in a city, where across a wall from me, lives an entire family i’ve never spoken to. We are all living our lives, we are all going through good times and bad times. And i like to know that everyone is still out there, when everything is quiet and everyone is far.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41464970415</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41464970415</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 16:29:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>glyn dillon</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/df889afb12170c11ca1b2005620142ee/tumblr_mglvmpPR3t1r7tte6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[252].[1][2][1]{comment43101605:667021052732:63_1511035}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" data-ft='{"tn":"K"}'&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[252].[1][2][1]{comment43101605:667021052732:63_1511035}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[252].[1][2][1]{comment43101605:667021052732:63_1511035}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"&gt;glyn dillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41428213806</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41428213806</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 02:45:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>how do you know if you're in love?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVmbhYKDKfU"&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVmbhYKDKfU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me…No More. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You know, even though i’m totally not qualified to give advice on any relationships in any capacity, considering i’m a young single male living in NYC who sometimes thoroughly screws things up for himself when it comes to dating, i at least like to pretend i have something to say. But for this question, and i feel i’ve been asked it before in slightly different ways, is not something anyone really can answer. Not to your satisfaction, at least.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And i think that’s it. How do you know if &lt;em&gt;you’re&lt;/em&gt; in love, is almost like every time you’re at a diner, and you can either go with your old favorite or try something new. Sometimes, no matter what you order, it just hits the spot, but other times, you’re just like “What the fuck stomach?” It just doesn’t satisfy and you can’t figure out why. But when it does, boy, when it does, it feels like…being in love?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maybe i’m just hungry, but love is like the most satisfying meal that you don’t get sick of, don’t get an upset stomach from, and can just keep coming back for more.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How do you know if you’re in love? Because you walked into the diner, and didn’t need to look at the menu anymore, and you knew that shit was the right choice. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What i’m trying to say, even though i’m obsessed with food right now, is you’re in love, when you’ve answered that question, and you can answer it everytime the same: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes. I am.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41427986913</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41427986913</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 02:38:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>
Vintage Marquee - The Quiet American, 1958
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwvpd5KW8z1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peteturner.com/"&gt;Vintage Marquee - The Quiet American, 1958&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41263424475</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41263424475</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 01:39:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Can you explain to me WHY men still look at porn if they're in LOVE (REAL LOVE) with a girlfriend? like, why do that? if you love someone?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Dear Pornocopia,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fantasy is something that all people do, and i believe MUST do. The places where we are alone in our head, is where we figure out what we like, what we want, and what we don’t want. But in the last fifty years or so, something has seriously changed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Looking at images of naked people is something that’s been done since images were invented, as soon as people could draw a naked person, they did. So its a healthy normal thing to do, fantasize, that is, by looking at a naked person doing naked things.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But in these times, the easy access to porn has created a gluttony for fantasy. You can watch almost any type of porn, at any time, for as long as you want, if you only know where to look. Furthermore, you can do almost any type of sex act, in a matter of hours or days, by simply posting an ad online. You wanna meet a dude who eats your penis while you’re alive, then kills you and keeps eating you? Go to Germany, it’s been done.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The internet is great, it gives you everything. But when it comes to sex, that’s almost the worst thing. The more you look at porn, its been shown, the more desensitized you become to actual sexual acts, and it can really fuck up what you expect from your partner and what you expect of yourself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The key is, like with all things, in moderation, its just fantasy. If you expect your loved ones to only fantasize about you, thats naive and selfish. A relationship doesn’t and shouldn’t mean you’re the end all-be all of a person’s wants and desires. In fact, its the space between, that we agree to meet in, where our relationship grows. But we still have to remain our own individuals, or we lose our boundaries and lose ourselves and ultimately lose the relationship. It can’t grow if each person stops growing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Remember, the fantasy is fleeting, but what your person really wants, is concrete, its you. That’s what keeps you together, that’s what brought you together. When he first met you, i can pretty much guarantee, he probably jerked off thinking about you. And if he’s staying with you, it’s cause he’s got the real thing now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So if your relationship is otherwise healthy, and he hasn’t been obsessively looking at porn, and it hasnt fucked up how he looks at you, himself, or sex in general, then let it go. Be happy that your boy has a healthy libido, and when it counts, he’s loving you long time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But if he ain’t, fucking break up with his limp dick bitch ass watchin’ porn all day like a fucking nerd.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41262983902</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/41262983902</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 01:29:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>milkyblue:

i was sad so i doodled and then i felt better
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&lt;p&gt;i was sad so i doodled and then i felt better&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/40178501524</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/40178501524</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 11:00:15 -0500</pubDate><category>milkdraws</category><category>why does my scanner put a big gray blob in the middle of everything</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/14d1060f4da2887b07be552fca674ceb/tumblr_mfqbqpju7g1r7tte6o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/40079863110</link><guid>http://mistermisses.tumblr.com/post/40079863110</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2013 01:46:36 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
