Things we liked, or didn’t like, from around the internet this week.
The Guardian on the latest unsuccessful prosecution under Britain’s broken Extreme Pornography Law.
It becomes difficult to imagine, after Simon Walsh’s landmark acquittal on all counts, under what circumstances charges relating to possession of extreme pornography may be brought to the crown court again, but it seems the CPS has a rather prurient interest in bringing other people’s private sex lives to light and persecuting them for it.
Clarisse Thorn talks about the balance of affection in relationships, and what happens when it’s out of whack.
I might catch a glimpse of strain in a man I’m involved with, who knows I don’t want more from him than our relationship currently encompasses, and I’ll help him cover it up. I’ll hope that I’m not hurting him “too much,” whatever that means. I’ll know that on some level, he wants to be “found out”: he wants me to say to him, “I can see those looks you’re giving me, I can hear the way your breath is catching, I know how you feel about me, and that’s how I feel too!” But the last part isn’t true, so I don’t say the first part. I try to be so, so gentle, and I fear that I’m being so, so cruel.
Amanda Palmer: Real Feminists Don’t Gaze at Males. Srsly, read this.
An oldy, but a goody. (Though we wish the title was less awful.)
James Deen has made a safe-sex PSA. Just sayin’.
British feminist Cath Elliot on the astonishing numbers of self-defined “feminist” men defending Julian Assange: Assange and feminism’s so called male allies.
And FoTLG Jackie on how she feels about sexual offenders.
What say every Olympic sport was photographed like beach volleyball?
Something pretty – a daffodil, dancing in the last grey days of winter. There is a great sweep of them alongside the road to my (Deb) workplace, and each day as I drive past they make my heart sing a little.