Frozen Wednesday Feb 4. Frozen Wednesday.
The ground is still locked in ice. The trees are quiet. Even the deer step softer when the world feels this tense.
Nancy Guthrie is still missing — a family somewhere living every parent-child nightmare in real time.
Alex Pretti’s death has now been ruled a homicide, and the questions that follow feel heavier than the winter air.
The Epstein files continue to ripple across the world, upsetting old power structures and reminding us that truth has a way of surfacing — even when buried deep.
Meanwhile, the president is openly talking about national elections, and Americans are once again leaning forward, listening carefully, deciding what kind of country we want to be.
And yet… the Super Bowl is this weekend. Millions will gather, food will be made, laughter will spill across living rooms. Because that is also who we are — people who keep living, keep connecting, even while history churns around us.
This is the strange rhythm of being human:
fear and football, grief and groceries, uncertainty and love.
Stay warm. Stay aware. Stay kind to one another.
Strong humans don’t look away — but we also don’t forget how to hold each other up.
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“When discourse ends, violence begins,”. From the Small Stage to Center Stage
Kirk co-founded Turning Point USA when he was just 18 years old. What started as a small group of like-minded college students grew into one of the most influential youth movements in the United States.
Kirk traveled from campus to campus, never shying away from hard questions or loud opposition. For him, the university wasn’t a battlefield — it was a classroom where young minds could (and, more importantly, should) wrestle with ideas, disagree passionately, and still walk out the door as neighbors.
“When discourse ends, violence begins,” Kirk was fond of saying.
Charlie Kirk’s Legacy
Kirk’s death is a painful reminder that when we equate one’s political opinions with their morality, we undermine our own. When we stop listening to each other and focus solely on our differences, we lose sight of all we have in common.
America was built by people of different cultures, faiths, and colors who believed that we could live in harmony and even prosper, not because we agree on everything, but because freedom allows us to be the best version of ourselves.
That is what Charlie Kirk fought for — and what he died for.
Today, Kirk’s voice was silenced — but his message endures.
May he rest in peace.
- The Wellness Company
We need to stop shaming small dicks. OK this was meant to be anonymous cos I don't want to be slut shamed ...
But I can't create a second anon account right now, looks like that anon account is just going to the wait list. And I care about this topic and I like what I have to say about it so I'm going to go ahead and share even though I risk attracting condemnation (that relates to a whole other hot take that I'll set aside for now).
So here's my #deeptake on the hot take that we should stop shaming small dicks:
Am I the only one who winces with a vicarious ouch every time a woman casually insists that a big penis belongs on her list of essential criteria for a good man - like in this great example: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjqvY7Gdp1A)
That’s how I was going to begin this piece. Then I looked in the mirror and admitted that it would be more accurate (and more honest) to start with: I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.
I know this because of the talking-to a friend gave me a few years ago when I conspiratorially spilled on a perfect new love interest whose only flaw was that his dick was on the smallish side.
When she started to object, I pleaded for understanding. I can’t help my tastes and preferences! This was just how I was born! I’d had enough experience to know what I needed!
I am ashamed to admit that I went so far as to suggest that if we progressed in our relationship, I could at some point maybe ask him to wear a strap-on. I think that was the point at which my friend-worthiness was forever punctured in my her eyes. She was legitimately horrified, and confronted me with the possibility that it might just be me who was anatomically challenged!
And she was right - I was the one with the problem. I’m still smarting as I write this - not from my own body shame, but from reliving the moment where I had to face my callous and miscalibrated treatment of my would-be lover and of men collectively.
One of the things that hurts most is how I ignored the uneasy stab in my heart every time I indulged in this offhand mass-bullying. I always knew, in a palpable way, this was wrong. Every time I singled out penis size when celebrating one of my sexual adventures. Every time I laughed sympathetically when a friend proclaimed a preference for bigger penises or dismissed a smaller one. My inner voice always whispered to me - how do you think men feel about this? What’s it like to have your worthiness as a partner be diminished to a feature you are powerless to change? What’s it like to be the butt of an enduring in-joke, to risk silent ridicule every time you want to share the joy of sex with someone?
Even with my difficulty handling some bigger penises. Even experiencing the deep bliss of my encounters with average-sized penises. Even receiving the liberating possibilities that opened up with smaller penises. None of these facts penetrated my collusion with what now seems like an obvious and incredibly harmful mass psychosis.
HOW is this still normal?! The closest I have come to understanding the roots of my own behaviour is that I was under-developed, not confident and embodied enough yet in my own sexuality to really claim the truth of my own experience.
What’s true for me, actually, is that every penis I’ve been honoured to meet feels like a blessing.
As I have matured and found the capacity to recognise and cherish this, some of my most extraordinary and ecstatically transformative sexual experiences have in fact involved a pretty small penis! I think penis size was actually an irrelevant albeit happily coincidental feature in this case - a feature which finally crumbled any residue of the myth that small dicks are bad and bigger is better.
My prayer is that more and more of us are liberated from this myth. I’m pretty sure we don’t need it to fuel this kind of creative brilliance (which I opened with, but here it is again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjqvY7Gdp1A). And we’ll probably all have way more extraordinary and ecstatically transformative sex without it. That’s what I really want.
"Escaping Social Media Hell" - UpTrust on Embodiment Coaching Podcast (Podcast #3). on apple / spotify / embodiment site
This is the one I did last week, that y'all's feedback helped me prep for. I started a little stilted but I think we catch a flow pretty quickly, and in any case we get to the point a lot faster.
I think this is probably the most approachable of the 3 so far, but I'll be curious what y'all think. Mark does a great job asking pointed questions, and somewhere in the middle it finally 'clicks' and he gets pretty excited about it.
Renee I took inspiration from your suggestion and flipped it—offered at the beginning he could coach me :) He didn't take me up on it but i think it was one of a few pieces that set the right tone.
Spiritual Promiscuity, do I need a condom? I’ve discovered something about myself that I knew, but didn’t allow myself to acknowledge. I have a natural and lifelong delight in transgressing boundaries playfully, and a fear of abusing that ability.
When I consider this, I come up with the following as a statement of intent:
The art of promiscuity applied to the challenge of evolving empowerment to empower evolution tickles my soul in profound ways
As I’m leaning into this as in intention for myself and letting go of my own arrogance, I find the lifeforce behind the joyousness of Leela (Hinda Gamefulness or playfulness) in transformation, and I want to invite other children to knock down sand castles of late stage capitalism, not with malice, but fully in delight (and not taking oneself too seriously).
Am I a gift or a curse?
Could it be ethically ok to not vote? note: I posted this two hours before Biden stepped down. It’s possible that a different Dem candidate could change my choices, but my overall perspective feels the same.
A lot of people I’m close to have very strong opinions that to not vote in this presidential election is wrong. But I have no interest in voting. It genuinely seems to me that things will be perfectly not ideal no matter what happens in the election.
My best guess of what’s happening culturally is that the mean green meme
has gotten really far down its negative feedback loop, and red, orange, and amber are swarming on the attack. If that’s right, a breaking point of sorts will have to be hit for teal to get to its tipping point. In 12-step terms, green would have to hit rock bottom to be able to finally admit it has a problem and needs help.
I wouldn’t be surprised if teal’s tipping point would have to be particularly intense because it’s also the tipping point into second tier, and we have no historical reference for what it takes for a culture to begin to get a foothold in a new tier (the big bang, the formulation of simple cells, and the leap from apes to humans might be comparable but difficult to translate…)
This thought process just leaves me trusting what’s happening, and voting just doesn’t feel like one of the ways I want to participate in this happening.
Trump is going to be President (again). The assassination attempt is definitely helping propel Trump to the presidency (aka the belief that God is ordaining Trump to be president, thus saved him from harm
), though Elon Musk’s immediate endorsement after the assassination attempt (and $45 mil per month committed pledge to his election) has probably done even more to cement this election than the bullet. I was totally missing the tech community’s massive upset over Biden admin’s stance on AI regulation and crackdowns on acquisitions by big tech. Somehow, I thought everyone was alarmed about AI. It’s much more complex than I realized.
Both candidates are too fucking old to be president. One is a crazy and too old. The other is selfish and even more too old.
Eyes opened, looking at four years of dramatic course correction (is that the right word…correction
?) I believe life is trustable and I wonder if I’ll be alive to see the good that will come from this huge swing. Feeling a need to distance myself, emotionally, get out a bowl of popcorn, to watch the show, trusting something…