Pura Vida

destroyedforcomfort:

blackfootbeauty:

oliasis:

notyour-sidekick:

kleenexwoman:

did-you-kno:

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I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”

I feel so conflicted right now



That awkward moment when Hugh Hefner is more trans-positive than most feminists of the same era. 

omg

destroyedforcomfort:

blackfootbeauty:

oliasis:

notyour-sidekick:

kleenexwoman:

did-you-kno:

Source

I have a few copies of “Playboy” from the 1970s stashed away somewhere. One of them has a letter where a guy writes in saying, “I met this really gorgeous, sweet woman, and we were planning to get married, but she sat me down yesterday and told me that she had a sex change before she met me. Mr. Hefner, should I marry someone who used to be a man?” and the response was, “So she had a sex change, big whoop. Would you be asking this question if she’d made any other change in her life before she met you? You love the woman she is now, and that’s all that should matter. If you want kids you can adopt or something.”

I feel so conflicted right now

That awkward moment when Hugh Hefner is more trans-positive than most feminists of the same era. 

omg

(via animal-hearted)

I found myself without desires and without knowledge. There was nothing left but love, the state of witness was left behind; there was only love, all pervading, all-embracing, absolute. There were no crucial experiences, no soul-shattering visions. I just ceased imagining myself to be what I never was and there was nothing to replace the unreal with. There was no need to look for replacements - the nothingness was the fullness of understanding, love and silent peace.

—Nisargadatta Maharaj (via in-a-wonderland-they-lie)

Love does not need an intention or object to love. It is the highest expression of the being in recognition of itself. It is the unity of Being. Your being just radiates this love - effortlessly. You are just your Self. It is a state of emptiness. It is there when you leave your luggage outside. Luggage means who you think you are and who you want to be. Then it simply awakens in you because there is a space now for the beautiful One, the presence of the Holy Father, the Holy Mother, the Holy Spirit, the One Supreme consciousness. Surrender. Be empty of ‘you’. And It shines in that space - timelessly.