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Illustrations by Paul Davis, from Collezione Burgo 1998/2017, the new collection of illustrations created for the Italy-based Burgo Group annual calendar.

Introduction to Hot Tubs: Answer to all of Your Questions

The Hot tub is an excellent way to relieve stress and anxiety. It also provides enjoyment in the get-together with friends and family.

What is An Inflatable Hot Tub?

As the name suggests, an inflatable hot tub is a soft hot tub made from PVC vinyl that has to be inflated before use. Since this tub is inflatable, you can easily take it anywhere you want as long as you have access to water and…

Hello to any and all types of writers!

First off, I‘m aware there are lots of blogs like this one already, but I believe having more than one source of inspiration and help is good. Everything on this blog is fairly basic for now, seeing as I’m horrible with code and web design, but I imagine as time goes on I’ll experiment with the layout a bit more to make things more professional.But asks are always open unless I specifically state they are closed!

Anyway, the purpose of this blog is to help you and others find both inspiration and help when it comes to writing. Be it roleplays, prose, poetry, nonfiction...Anything! When I am not answering asks (and dealing with real life), I will try to write some inspirational pieces with useful links

It is not coordination or use of tools that defines humanity. It is the desire to tell a story, a novel, humorous and engaging story. This blog is dedicated to the story tellers of Iran, with a bias toward my dear cousin who lives with his family in Shiraz, Iran (I live in New York). To preserve his privacy I will keep his identity private. I dedicate this blog to his spirit of story telling, generosity and sense of humor. I also hope that through this blog outsiders can share some of the finer points of the Persian culture that are less often exposed in the mainstream media. Modern mathematics (and computer science) has to thank Iran for the invention of algorithm. Likewise, medicine owes a debt of gratitude to Avicenna. The depth of the Iranian culture and enterprise is not just historical. Fast forward to 2014 and Maryam Mirzakhani a mathematician at Stanford wins the Noble prize of mathematics (the Fields Medal), breaking two records: first woman and Iranian to win the prize. 

Iran and its people are significantly more complicated and nuanced than how we are portrayed in the west. Its not likely that a blog can change much of that perception, but my cousin and I would like to share with you an aspect of Iranian culture that is even more alien to the west; the sense of humor of Iranians, Shirazis in particular. I lived 24 years of my life in England, where humor is more important than dental hygiene (imagine how hard it is now living in US). But little known is the subtle, dry and refined humor of Iranians. This blog is called “Kashke Shiraz”, Kashk that comes from Shiraz. Kashk is made from drained and dried yogurt or sour milk. It is not only dry but very salty and used in cooking. Sense of humor in Iran is referred to as “ba namak”, translating to “salty”. 

We hope you enjoy these Iranian cultural minuets. 

Hi, My name is Rob Engelen

My introduction has some triggering words, like talking about menstration etc, just a warning.

I made a new blog specifically for my journey into transition. Wow, tumblr's sign up has changed. Anyway. A little about myself. My name is Kris and I live in South Carolina. I am 24 years old and have been trans my whole life pretty much.

For as long as I can remember, nothing felt right for me. Which means I'd cry and complain about wearing dresses and getting my hair done up. My mother never really got to have a daughter lol. I know it's not really a good point of reference, but I was always the dad when we'd play house.

Of course for a lot of trans youth, not all obviously, puberty is a huge stab in the gut. I was 11 when my period started and it really pushed me over the edge. I didn't know what was happening to my body and I was getting breasts. My hips were getting wide. None of it was right. I'd cry about my period for weeks I hated every second of it. I was only in the 6th grade.

It was around that time when I decided to start going by Kris, I think I had decided by then that I was NOT female, I never was. I was a boy. My friends had no issues accepting it, my parents thought it was a phase. The church I was currently attending (was not. a good. church. it was a cult) deemed me to be some sort of spawn of satan because I was "tomboyish" and that's not good! I should have been feminine and girly! That just made it worse.

I do believe again at 14 I tried to come out to my parents. My mother was the only one that really helped me (bless her..) She bought me my first binder (which I still wear) and my first packer (which was way too big for me lol). I was at the time dating girls and my parents kept thinking "she's a lesbian??" and I kept fighting back "No, I'm straight." (I'm less than straight now haha)

The rest of my past aside, a lot of unacceptance and just general disdain towards me, I have a very supportive group of friends and a very supportive partner that I fell in love with almost 10 years ago. He has no problem being with a guy and I find that fascinating. 

My parental type figures are just now coming to terms about me, his mother who's known me for 10 years and my father who's obviously known me for longer. She's trying to use my proper pronouns, but he's going to take more work.