Chronic pain havers, here's your daily reminder to do your physio exercises today! What a difference it can make.
If you can't afford physio, I found some non-judgmental youtube channels dedicated to mobility.
MovementbyDavid is wonderful, and really helped with my hip pain, while Hybrid Calisthenics did wonders for my shoulders and back! Plus, they have such pleasant energies that I cannot recommend enough.
I can't afford to boost this, but I'm hoping Tumblr can do its thing and spread this around.
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Disclaimer: Please don’t read this post if you like male sports, and want to continue liking them.
I’m not talking about all sports, but specifically, the ones where you have a ball, and in order to score a point, you have to get that ball inside of a goal, or thru a hoop, so football, basketball, and the like. For some reason, football seems to be the most popular sport with males, and I’ve made an uncomfortable observation of why it might be so.
The game has two goals, right, and the only way to score a point is to get the ball into the goal of the opposite team, while the opposite team does everything in their power to defend it, including taking the ball from them. In order to play it well, it’s advantageous for the players to be quick, agile, good at maneuvering. Does this remind you of something?
You might know by now, where I’m going with this. I believe football is a simulation of impregnation. The ball is a symbol for the quickest sp*rm, and the goal is the symbol for the uterus. The object of the game is to get the ball inside the symbolical uterus, which would, in real life, result in impregnation.
The difference between this and the real thing, is that only m*n are playing, the symbolic uterus is only an object, passive, just waiting to be broken into. M*n alone are allowed agency in this situation. It’s a play between m*n, and the goal is only a means to achieve a point. I feel that maybe this is the way m*n believe it should be, it’s close to their perception of the world.
The other team of players are doing everything to defend their own goal - meaning the game is much more sinister, it’s about a forced impregnation. When a team scores the goal, the other team is defeated, taking a blow, that is symbolic. And as soon as it is done, the next objective, is immediately to do it again.
It reminds me of the male instinct to impregnate as many women as possible, as many times as possible. It also reminds me of m*n being willing to team up and work together in order to be able to violate and rape women, as they often do. The fact that the player closest to the goal or the ‘uterus’ has the most privileges and is allowed to touch the ball, reminds me of how the man who is closest to the woman will defend her from other m*n invading her the most, but also have the most access to her.
It explains why football specifically gives them such high, why their entire identity roots up in it, it caters to their base instincts. It brings them together, causing uproars of violence, rage and crime. Sometimes people will say that sports are used as a form of war - but it isn’t necessarily a war on the other team. Unfavorable outcomes in popular sports bring consequences of domestic violence, the women in the families end up paying the price more than anyone else. It’s a war on us, that doesn’t involve us. We’re passive, only a symbol, and then a collateral damage.
I want to make clear that when women do football, that’s different. That’s fine and I don’t mind it. They’re not being weird about it. They’re not beating their partner at home about it, or inspiring anyone else to do so. Women doing any sports is fine. But if m*n want to do football, they should do it... somewhere they have no access to women.
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Im so impatient for my chest to be healed
Like logically yes I know it’s been less than a month and healing from a major surgery takes time etc etc etc but also
1) i feel normal and fine i wanna go to the GYM my beloved gym. I was gazing longingly at the gym today as I walked by. I’m having barbell withdrawal. I keep spacing out fantasizing about bench press
2) my chest looks good and my brain keeps going “yeah it doesn’t hurt, so that means it’s healed. Take the wrap off.” I want to just wear a shirt with nothing under it and I want to move without restriction and i also kinda wanna roll in the dirt like a dog. It’s like the marshmallow test to me and I am barely holding on
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LIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA HERE
LOOK AT THIS FUCKING PANEL!!
I legit fucking hope that as soon as bllk ends Nomura gets hired to do some battle shonen, cause he is gonna KILL at it. He's an insane artist with an absurd ability to show movement and intensity and he would murder at a battle manga. Legit this manga wouldn't work without his art and he deserves all praise for that.
Anyways love that this chapter is Barou imploding, Hiori airing out his kinks (we didn't need to know that, king), and Kaiser going super sayan in rage alone. Also crumbs of PXG, but only Rin, WHERE IS SHIDOU???
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