Esta temporada se llevan los botines cowboy, las zapatos en punta, las chunky sneakers, los botines con cordones… Hay un montón de alternativas apetecibles a los zapatos de tacón este otoño/invierno 2018-2019. Recopilamos los zapatos planos más cómodos y que son tendencia esta temporada. Lo mejor de los zapatos sin tacón alto es que puedes combinarlos tanto con vestidos, faldas o pantalones y siempre te quedarán genial.
Los botas y botines moteras son un referente en los looks de street style, pero han llegado hasta las pasarelas gracias a su comodidad y versatilidad. Son ideales para combinar tanto con unos vaqueros como con una falda midi o un vestido corto de flores. Te quedarán perfectas si quieres conseguir un look con toques grunge.
Botín de estilo militar de piel en color negro con doble hebilla y detalle de cordón con cierre de cremallera de Pull Bear, por 59,99 euros.
Zapatos animal print
El animal print no solo lleva en la ropa, sino también en el calzado. Nuestra apuesta de la temporada son unos botines estilo Chelsea con estampado de leopardo, efecto pelo y goma en el lateral. Los puedes llevar con unos vaqueros o un pantalón masculino de color negro.
Botines de animal print de Asos Design, por 53,99 euros.
Bota con cordones
Otro modelo que arrasa en los mejores looks de street style son las botas con cordones al estilo Dr. Martens. Este modelo de Pull Bear es ideal ya que lleva una plataforma plana que te ayuda a ganar unos centímetros de más sin perder comodidad. Combina las botas con cordones con un minidress de flores, con una falda con print animal o con unos vaqueros tobilleros.
Bota con cordones en contraste con plataforma plana y cierre de cremallera en el interior de Pull Bear, por 39,99 euros.
Las chunky sneakers son el modelo de zapatilla más molón de la temporada. Aunque sean unas zapatillas un poco atrevidas, la realidad es que se pueden combinar de múltiples maneras. Te quedarán muy bien con outfit deportivo o con un vestido midi en tejido de raso. Apuesta por los contrastes y triunfarás.
Zapatillas deportivas en diferentes colores y texturas con suela gruesa de Steve Madden en Asos, por 152,99 euros.
Los mocasines son el calzado clásico por excelencia, pero desde hace varias temporadas han vuelto con mucha fuerza y con aires renovados. Los detalles únicos como abalorios o el tipo de piel lo convierten en un calzado valido para llevar con faldas, pantalones… También quedan ideales con cualquier look de oficina.
Mocasines de piel suave en color negro con detalle de abalorio en forma de cangrejo de Zara, por 39,95 euros.
Los zapatos blucher tiene un estilo sencillo, pero son un gran básico al que siempre puedes recurrir. Este modelo de Dr. Martens con puntera redonda está realizado en piel de color negro y cierre de cordones. Combínalos con un pantalón de talle alto o con un outfit de estilo masculino con toques british.
Zapatos negros con tres pares de ojales de Dr. Martens en Asos, por 144,99 euros.
Zapatos de tweed
El tweed es uno de los tejidos estrella del invierno y uno de los más elegantes que existen. Un calzado con este material es perfecto para tus estilismos de oficina o para combinarlos con unos vaqueros y una camiseta blanca. Unas bailarinas con puntera de tweed estilizarán tu figura y se convertirán en un básico de tu armario.
Bailarinas en punta en tejido de tweed y diseño desflecado de Zara, por 25,95 euros.
Los mules son el calzado ideal para la época de entretiempo y en invierno las puedes lucir con unos calcetines bien molones. Apuesta por unos mules llenos de adornos con lentejuelas y strass para dar un toque de glamour bohemio a tus looks. Llévalos con un maxi vestido de estilo boho o con un traje sastre de color negro para una fiesta.
Mules con adornos brillantes de Asos Design, por 44,99 euros.
Las botas más top de la temporada son las cowboy y son tan versátiles que las podrás combinar con maxi vestidos estilo boho chic, con unos shorts, con un minidress… Apuesta por un modelo en color negro para que puedas sacarle mayor partido a la hora de crear tus outfits
Botas estilo cowboy en piel negra con detalle de hebilla de Sendra Boots en Amazon, desde 245 euros.
Las bailarinas son uno de los calzados más cómodos que existen. Este otoño opta por unas bailarinas con punta y en un color vivo. Nuestra apuesta es un modelo destalonado y en piel de color morado. ¿Cómo combinarlas? Con outfits de estilo minimalista, con looks de fiesta, con un traje sastre…
Bailarinas en punta y en color morado de Mango, por 39,99 euros.
Los botines Chelsea son súper cómodos e ideales para potenciar cualquier look de diario. Aunque los diseños en negro o marrón son los más conocidos esta temporada apuesta por un modelo en color blanco y negro para poner un toque retrofuturista a tus estilismos.
Botines Chelsea de color blanco con goma lateral y suela plana en negro de Asos Design, por 53,99 euros.
Botines tipo calcetín
Los botines o las deportivas estilo calcetín llevan varias temporada arrasando, pero este otoño/invierno se consolidarán totalmente. Este tipo de botín es hiper cómodo y todo un must have para tus looks más sporty. Los podrás combinar con unos pantalones jogger, con un chándal o con un estilismo 100 % urbano.
Botines estilo calcetín en color negro con puntera de charol al tono de Raid en Asos, por 48,99 euros.
Alexis Ren isn’t afraid to don a minimal amount of clothing for the camera—just check out her nearly nude Maximcover.
That “less is more” attitude came into play again when the bikini-clad Instagram influencer and supermodel shot the above video for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.
“For my bikinis, the smaller the better. That’s how I’ve always been. I don’t like tan lines, and I work out a lot.”
It should come as no surprise then that one of the bombshell’s all-time favorite numbers was very sparse.
“My favorite was one of the simplest just because it was white and strappy,” Ren said. “It was almost a thong, and it was just so beautifully sculpted where it was justperfectly covering each part that you shouldn’t see. ”
“I felt very feminine and powerful,” she added.
If tiny bikinis make her feel powerful, then we say power to her. See sexy examples of Ren’s long and glorious history with scanty swimwear below:
Charity Kase is the rootin’-tootin’ drag artist you never knew you needed to know about. Growing up in the leafy backwaters of north west England, Ms Kase (real name Harry Whitfield, but you may call her Charity) would while away the days rummaging through her mum’s make-up stash, and concocting fantasy world creatures out of the deep dark crevices of her imagination. Silver alien covered in acrylic and glass crystals with elongated ears? You got it. Lizard queen with slits for a nose, green body paint and oversized doll eyes? Coming right up. Currently working on a series of sexy spooky interspecies make-up tutorials for her brand new YouTube channel , this 20-year old drag kween just spent 365 days in drag, that’s one whole year’s worth of serious contouring and Mehron Cream-blend sticks, putting her in an unparalleled position to talk all things beauty.
“In 2017 I spent every day creating a new drag look. It was exhilarating and I am blown away by the amazing reaction it received. I originally planned on doing 100 days of drag, but I got to day 100 and I had so many requests to continue that I really didn’t want to stop. I discovered that I can pull together a look with a deathly hangover and that a girl can never have too many bald caps. The main thing I learnt was that if you put your mind to something and work your ass off then nothing can stop you achieving your goals.
I grew up in the middle of nowhere, with three sisters, literally the only gay in the village. I was the most feminine member of my family — I’d wear glamorous coats and platform shoes to high school and change the colours of the buttons on my blazer (I was obviously always picked last for sports).
My first beauty related memory is bleaching awful highlights in my hair back in primary school. I remember being so happy with them. When I was about 10, I have vague memories of being told off by my dad for wearing make-up. No matter how much I tried to scrub my eyes clean he could always spot the remnants of smeared on eyeshadow and chunky thick mascara. Then I started experimenting more seriously with my mum’s make-up, covering up teenage spots with concealer and filling in my eyebrows. As I got older I developed a go to look of red eyeshadow under my eyes and white powder, like an ill vampire.
When I started watching RuPaul’s Drag Race I began to appreciate the full potential of drag. Before that, I had only ever seen traditional panto dame style queens. I never considered drag as a career option until this year really, but now it’s taken over my whole life. Two years ago, when I first started going out as Charity Kase, I was more interested in creating fantasy characters than traditional drag looks, finding inspiration in fantasy, horror and sci-fi films. Gender isn’t the dominant theme of my drag, I try and show that you can be more than your gender and identity, you can become a piece of art.
Growing up was difficult, I often felt like the odd one out. But having a really strong support system at home is something I’ve always been grateful for. When I was just a little boy skipping around in my sister’s fairy costume I knew it wasn’t what boys should do. I was allowed to dress as I wanted, but my dad had more than one conversation with me about how the rest of the world would see it.
Three years ago I moved to London and found a wide social circle that included people of all different genders and identities: I don’t need to understand it all — just respect how other people feel and how they want to live their lives.
I have always been comfortable with my body but I used to be lonely and have quite a low opinion of myself in school. I was diagnosed with HIV when I was 18, and that was very difficult for me to process as I’d had no prior education on the topic. Over the past three years I have become much more informed, but I’ve also learned to use drag and painting as an outlet for my emotions, which has meant my self image is probably the best it has ever been.
These days, I feel most beautiful when I don’t recognise myself in the mirror. When I’ve spent time on a look and I’m happy with the outcome, I always feel beautiful. Even if it is something horrifying, it’s just a different kind of beautiful. There are times when I feel insecure, taking public transport or even walking down a busy street in full drag can be overwhelming but on the whole I find drag a really fabulous way of challenging my insecurities.
The most important thing is to be yourself because authenticity is the most beautiful trait of all. Beauty isn’t about what lies on top of your skin, it’s about the stories your skin can tell. Fuck what the media says, fuck what society says. You are beautiful.”
Charity Kase will be modelling in Sarabande’s Life Drawing Class March 1st
What to make of Nadya Tolokonnikova’s stylish, striking, and elegantly packaged new book, Read Riot: A Pussy Riot Guide to Activism? (Tolokonnikova, if you’ve been avoiding the news of the world for the last few years, is a founding member of Pussy Riot, the international punk-art protest collective.) What, to put it bluntly, is this thing? For starters: It’s a handbook. A memoir. A history of radical thought and protest. An inspirational tract. A devotional. A joke book. An exhortation. A reprimand. A self-help book. A practical guide. A corrective. It’s whatever you think a book that quotes Frida Kahlo, Bernie Sanders, Margaret Thatcher, Noam Chomsky, Ursula K. Le Guin, Diogenes, Ai Weiwei, the 15th-century poet-criminal François Villon, Vladimir Putin, Picasso, Emma Goldman, the punk band X-Ray Spex, Betty Friedan, Bell Hooks, and Simone de Beauvoir, among scores of others—along with twin afterwords by Kim Gordon and Olivia Wilde, followed by a Pussy Riot reading list of 123 books, articles, and tracts (from Saul Alinsky and André Breton to Oscar Wilde and Howard Zinn)—might be.
The spine of Read Riot—the structure it’s built around—is an unfolding and unpacking of ten numbered rules “to joyfully resist.” They’re listed right on the back cover, from the seemingly mundane (“Rule No. 2: Do It Yourself”) to the gleefully, uh, riotous (“Rule No. 4: Make Your Government Shit Its Pants”). Merely as a how-to, the book as indispensable to confronting, say, your domineering mother-in-law or your local city council as it is to helping foment an ongoing and ever-escalating insurrection against, say, a sexist, racist, nepotistic power-mad oligarchy threatening to destroy democracy as we know it. (My advice: Buy one as a stocking-stuffer—if you can wait that long—for every MAGA-friendly or MAGA-curious person you know. Even better: Send one anonymously to their teenage children.)
Woven amid and within these rules, though, is an artful array of added material: a concise introduction to the work and life of Michel Foucault; an interview with writer and ordained minister Chris Hedges; practical tips on how to shoplift; a basic guide to saving money and maintaining a budget. Most essentially, though, the book presents Tolokonnikova’s account of her experiences creating and participating in various actions, from projecting a 40-by-60-meter skull onto the Russian White House with a laser cannon while storming the building by jumping over the 6-meter fence surrounding it to welding shut the door of a restaurant named after Ivan the Terrible’s reign of terror. It comes as little surprise, then, given that most of these actions took place in Putin-era Russia, that the book also presents Tolokonnikova’s account of her time spent in various jails, prisons, forced labor camps, and prison hospitals—experiences which led her to then found both Zona Prava, an NGO focusing on prisoners’ rights and prison reform, and MediaZona, an independent, censorship-free media outlet based in Moscow, where Tolokonnikova is still based.
“I wasn’t brought up in the woods to be scared by owls,” writes Tolokonnikova, and it’s this fearlessness that permeates both the book and its author, whom I met for coffee on a recent morning in Manhattan, where she’d been on a blistering pace of media appearances and readings—along with a surprise guest appearance onstage with Charli XCX the previous night at midnight. Tolokonnikova wore a black crocheted sweater over a buttoned-up white blouse and track pants—a style, I’d learn from her book, copped from Russian revolutionary Vera Figner, whom Tolokonnikova read while in the high-security prison at Omsk. “I decided that she is my style icon forever, with her rigor and dedicated look, her tightly buttoned shirts, her unimaginable combo of being harsh, ascetic, mighty, and slightly coquettish at the same time.”
I saw you on The Last Word with Lawrence O’Donnell last night before the Charli XCX thing; yesterday you did Morning Joe; tonight you’ve got a big reading and then you’re off to San Francisco, Boston, and beyond in less than 24 hours. (She’ll be discussing the book next with Shepard Fairey at L.A.’s Skylight Books on October 22.) Are you exhausted? Overscheduled?
No. I’m the one who’s in control of my schedule, so it’s only what I like and enjoy. When someone else is in control of your life, you can complain about them, but when it’s only you, you can’t complain. I enjoy it.
Is most of your work now outside of Moscow? Or do you still live there most of the time?
I have different types of work: One is my activist underground work in Russia. Another is my “official” work—like this book tour—which is mostly outside of Russia. So I travel a lot. But I also run a media outlet in Russia called MediaZona—we report on human rights abuses in police departments and prisons, and on everything that’s connected with law enforcement in Russia. We started small, but then we started to grow—at some point, we reached one million unique visitors a month, which is pretty good for censorship-free Russian media—so now we’ve started covering important political processes and protests outside of big Russian cities. The press mostly pays attention only to Moscow, St. Petersburg, and maybe Yekaterinburg, so we’re trying to look at what’s going on in small cities and in the countryside with teachers, miners, workers—collecting information and letting people know that Russia is actually pretty different from what our television is trying to portray it as.
Unfortunately, the independent media market in Russia is really little, but there’s a sense of partnership, of sisterhood and brotherhood among us—you could risk yourself to help your partner or your fellow workers. Our editor in chief is the initiator and organizer of the first labor movement among journalists. We try to work in solidarity.
Looking back on your childhood, was there a singular spark or event or book or teacher or person that changed the way you look at things—something that had a transformative effect on you and pointed you in the direction of awareness or activism or protest?
I think part of the problem of modern society is that we perceive everything in life as a kind of fairy tale. I see a person, a human being, as a result of different influences of social fabric. You cannot really name only one reason—and it doesn’t need to always be somebody else. I’ve been asked about this before, and I’ve named 10 reasons why I became political. They usually focus on two people: My father, who is a white heterosexual male, and my fellow activist, who later became my husband: A while heterosexual male. And I think life, and families, are more complicated than that.
I’m a socialist. And for women—even those born after the Soviet Union collapsed—the Soviet era is still really important in their development. It’s still in our cultural genes. A lot of Americans are trapped in the idea that Russia is behind the West in everything, or underdeveloped somehow. It’s a false statement, but I hear it from so many people—including those who think they’re really progressive and into diversity but who still look at me like I’m their little sister who needs help. But we were the second country that gave women the right to vote; we’re among the first countries where women had access to abortions; civil marriages were even possible as early as the Twenties. And some amazing performances were happening, such as those led by Aleksandra Kollontay in Muslim republics of the USSR, where women would gather in the main squares of cities and get rid of their burkas in front of everybody. It was seriously dangerous—they were killed sometimes. They didn’t call it a performance, but that’s what it was—again, in the ’20s. If you look at the statues in Moscow’s subways—even from Stalin’s time—and analyze how artists portrayed both female and male bodies, they’re not objectified; they’re portrayed as equal. This is something that is inside of us all. A lot of Russian women would refuse to call themselves feminists, but there comes a point, for many Russian women, where you don’t have to call yourself feminist anymore: You just are. At the same time, it’s something we have to rethink. Because right now, we’re caught in a Russian version of feminism that’s part of state ideology, and we fucking hate the state. Mostly, though, feminism is portrayed as something coming from the West. The Russian Orthodox Church, for example, portrays it as something alien to our culture. And I just think, Seriously? Go back and read some history books! [Laughing]
This hatred of the state—do you mean among citizens in general, or activists?
Everybody. We hate it. We don’t trust it. Think about it—the state has failed us so many times. Not just in Putin’s time, but every government from 1917 onward. But we love Russia. In our culture, it’s a distinction that even 3-year-olds can make: We love our country, but we hate the government.
There’s obviously a lot of anger and frustration here toward the U.S. government at the moment—along with side effects like bottled rage and sometimes a creeping sense of ineptitude or impotence about our ability to do anything about it. At the same time, the GOP seems to have a broad agenda before the midterms to simply paint all Democrats, post-Kavanaugh hearings, as unruly and dangerous socialist mobs . . .
I like that description! [laughing] I wouldn’t mind.
But if those words are effectively deployed as weapons against Democrats and Democratic candidates, what you or I think about them won’t really matter—we’ll just lose.
I’m not a political scientist, but I think there’s a lot to be learned from Bernie Sanders, who seemed like a kind of miracle to me when I was in Moscow and first read the news that America has a candidate who calls himself a socialist. I thought, This guy should be a magician. But he wasn’t coming straight out of the gate saying “I’m a socialist”—people would have thrown rotten tomatoes at him and he’d be finished. Somehow, he evolved things to the next level. He was going to rural states and talking to people in their language about their values. He wasn’t bringing Beyoncé or Katy Perry with him—that’s something that would have made his audiences even more irritated, like, “Who the fuck is Katy Perry? She’s just a chick who has a lot of money. What do I have to do with Katy Perry?”
Sounds to me like you should be consulting with some of our Democratic candidates . . .
No—I’m too busy raising the next president of Russia: My daughter. Well, maybe not the next president, but the first female president.
How old is she?
She’s 10—she’s waiting for a little bit.
Talking to the right people, reading the right things?
Yeah—at the moment, we’re in the middle of this ongoing holy war I have with fairy tales. We’re reading the one about this poor girl who went to the palace and met the prince . . .
[laughing] Cinderella, yeah. We’ve remade the whole story. In our version, she went to the palace and hooked up with the prince, but she decided not to marry him. Instead, she created a labor movement for other Cinderellas—girls like her from poor families, girls without friends—and they overthrow this whole royal fucking society and built their own society where not just Cinderellas are safe. Because that’s the question I asked my daughter: “Do you think it’s okay that in this story, just one girl is saved?” Because all the girls around her—they’re all still fucked. They’ll all die. We always just look at the one fairy tale character.
Do you write these down, or are they just a spoken thing?
Right now it’s just a spoken thing. I should write them down. Creating your own stories is really the best thing. My mom and dad were separated when I was 5, and I would spend every summer and every winter vacation with my dad, who is an artist, a writer, a doctor, and at the same time a philosopher and a musician. He’s pretty much everything—and he’s amazing at raising kids. He just perceived the time he spent with his kid as his own kind of art project. So many times as a parent, it’s so easy to just tell your kid to just go and play with their toys while you focus on your art. And I’ve learned that if you get in the habit of asking your kids to fuck off, eventually they’re going to tell you to fuck off. But my dad spent every minute with me, creating our own world and our own stories.
What led you to write this book? What are you hoping to accomplish?
I honestly don’t know how to answer this question. [Laughing] I write things down all the time, but I wrote this in English for some reason. Honestly, one answer is that I just wanted to practice English writing. It’s a really good method: Usually you have to pay money for this, and this way they paid me to practice. I think that’s punk.
It’s not really about trying to teach anybody anything. It’s more a collection of thoughts, impressions, fears, obsessions, and contemplations that moved me and others to action. I wanted to share my experience of being a political artist—it constantly surprises me that there aren’t more of them. There are a lot of politicians and a lot of artists, but these worlds aren’t often combined, and I can’t understand it—to me, this is the most exciting thing in life. Now in America, with all this shit going on, a lot of artists are asking themselves how they can introduce politics organically into their art. I don’t really know the answer to that, but I can share my story, and that’s part of what this book is about.
And when you’re not planning an action or writing a book or speaking up or speaking out or running MediaZona or Zona Prava—when you’re not being Nadya from Pussy Riot in your official capacity—what are you doing? It’s that old cliché: What do you do for fun?
Everything that takes me away from my work eventually brings me back to my work—that’s true not only for artists, but for all those people who love their work. But I think at its core, this question is [Tolokonnikova laughs and jabs a finger into the air for emphasis] . . . unethical! And I have a good reason for saying this! Because it’s part of a capitalist system where you’re supposed to separate work and fun. Your life should be fun. I mean, for a dog, life is fun. Do we ask a dog to separate life and fun? When does my cat have fun? When she eats, when she sleeps, when she fucks, when she poops? When she plays? She has fun all the time. It’s just life.
I think that the most important thing you can do is to dream—to imagine different worlds. You have to dream, and you have to ask uncomfortable questions.
Hay campañas que realmente llaman la atención, como la última que ha protagonizado Bella Hadid como musa de Dior, en la que podemos encontrar una buena inspiración para Halloween si lo que queremos es sorprender, porque sin duda, los look son bastante curiosos. Todos ellos, los podemos ver en una mini película que han lanzado a la que han llamado The Beauty of A Dark Dream, que seguro os encantará tanto como a nosotras.
En este vídeo de Peter Phillips, vemos a Bella con tres looks en los que luce el Rouge blush y el labial RougeDior del tono 999. Tres looks en los que el rojo, negro y blanco son los protagonistas absolutos para crear contrastes realmente estilosos.
Así, en el look que tenemos en portada, quizá el más atrevido de todos, tenemos un maquillaje de tipo geométrico del que podemos sacar mucho partido.
Luego tenemos un look mucho más suave, con el tono rojo como sombras, un ligero delineado en negro y labios rojos también.
Y, por último, un look mucho más vamp en las sombras se marcan mucho más, así como los labios, dando ese toque más misterioso a Bella.
No os perdáis el vídeo porque es realmente bueno. Como veis, no es necesario tampoco complicarse mucho la existencia para crear un look de Halloween con el que triunfar.
This week, a 32-year-old living at his parents’ house while navigating a career change: bisexual, corporate job, Pennsylvania.
9 a.m. I’m feeling a bit fuzzy, like “this isn’t a hangover, but I can tell I drank last night.” It’s something I say when I don’t want to admit I’m hungover.
I’m away for the weekend, and went barhopping with my college best friend last night. He’s not waking up anytime soon, which suits me, because I’ve got smutty plans. I have a cup of tea and some toast on the back deck with his wife, and text Ryan to see if those plans are still in play.
Ryan is a FWB I met years ago when living in this area. He was married, experienced, and hot. I was inexperienced and in the closet. I messed around semi-frequently with him and his husband, and we’ve remained in touch — he’s kind of been my gay sex Yoda, someone I’ve felt comfortable asking those questions you didn’t know who else to ask (Example: how does one douche?). I usually stop by and have some fun with them when I’m back in the area, and as luck will have it, plans are still on.
10:30 a.m. I arrive at Ryan and his husband Kevin’s house and we pretend to care about polite niceties for approximately 60 seconds before the three of us head upstairs. Both of them are tall and thin, with worked-out, but not overly ripped bodies. Both are excellent kissers. We take turns kissing and going down on one another, before Kevin asks if I’m ready to take it. I am.
I’ve only been bottoming for about a year now. I’d always been curious … and scared … and for some of those closeted years thought taking it up the ass would somehow make me gayer than, I don’t know, sucking a dick? I hardly think I’m the first guy to think that way, but it’s still kind of embarrassing. I don’t know that I’d say it’s my natural calling, but I enjoy it with the right guy, if it’s someone I know and trust … and mostly if I’m bottoming, I’m on top.
I’m not on top here, and Kevin’s not gentle. He has sex with me from behind until Ryan takes over. His dick is much bigger, but his stamina is not, which is not a dig. I don’t think I could’ve taken any more. My whole body feels tingly.
11:30 a.m. I used to hook up with these guys, and then quickly run out of the house. Now, I shower, have a drink, and catch up. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I’ll be damned if I don’t feel like a million bucks, lightheaded in the best way.
2 p.m. Time for an afternoon hang with Matt, a guy I’ve seen three times before when I’m down in this part of the state. We met on Grindr, and obviously we’re going to be naked, but we also talk a lot before and after the naked stuff. I haven’t been out a full year, so I don’t think I’m ready to settle down with anyone just yet, but if I were, he’d be a contender. He’s also a lot of fun, we have a ton of mutual interests, and he has that dark sense of humor I dig. He did tell me before we met that he had an eight-inch dick. He doesn’t. I don’t get why guys do that. If anyone asks, I tell them mine’s average, because you know what? It is. Why advertise what’s not there?
6 p.m. We had a really fun day at a local brewery and have retired to his place.
He’s a great kisser, and even though I wasn’t planning on it, I get on and ride him. It’s our first time having penetrative sex. His face when I make him climax is both devastatingly handsome and cute at the same time. I’m not necessarily proud of the fact that I’ve had three dicks in me today, but ya know what? YOLO, as the kids say.
4 a.m. Since I didn’t come last night (I usually don’t when bottoming), Matt wakes me up with a blow job. He’s not great at it, but I forgive him because he looks great down there.
6 a.m. I manage to ride him again when we wake up the second time, and I come! I’m still revved up from yesterday. He can’t come that way so we switch to doggy. That does the trick. I duck-walk to the car for the drive home.
7:30 a.m. I hate that I’m on Grindr at the rest stop. Like again, three dicks in me yesterday. I think it’s more out of boredom than anything, but still. A blank profile messages me from 28 feet away. “Thank you for being so sexy,” he says. I recently put my face on Grindr and am regretting it. “Can I suck your dick in the bathroom? I’m hard watching you.” I mean, I get not showing your face. I did it that way for years, so I’m not going to judge him for that. But I am going to judge him for coming at me like a goddamn serial killer.
4:30 p.m. I work in a call center. It’s not ideal, but I’ve been trying to do a career switch and it’s not going as planned. So for now, this is paying the bills. Today my younger co-workers are teaching me about this Eminem feud. I learn what a Machine Gun Kelly is, and I think I’m dumber for it. I’ve reached that point where I don’t care to learn what the kids are listening to these days.
7 p.m. I just started watching the final season of The Americans. I don’t know who I’m more into, Matthew Rhys or Keri Russell? I’m going with Keri. I would let Elizabeth Jennings have her way with me.
5 a.m. I actually go through with an early gym session. Nice! I do push-ups, burpees, and jump rope. It feels good to get it out of the way this early. I hit the sauna afterward. Nothing sexy is going to happen here. Although I personally know people who’ve hooked up in the gym, I still sort of think it’s an urban legend. Also, I worked at a gym in high school. I had to clean the sauna. I know that life and I’m not about to let some poor guy making minimum wage clean up evaporated cum.
12 p.m. I don’t have to go in to work until two today, which is why I’m killing time at a coffee shop. What do I do? Log onto Grindr because I can’t help myself. This really hot, ripped guy from Chicago messages me. He’s just here on a layover. Did I mention he’s really hot and I’m weak of mind and spirit?
1 p.m. Too often these quick Grindr encounters end with orgasms and immediate shame (shout-out to Catholic education!). This one didn’t. He was a great kisser, which is big for me, and even hotter in person. We made out and traded oral.
7 p.m. Work was work. For the past two months, I was in the interview process for a position I really wanted, but I learned last week they went with another candidate. When I asked for feedback, they told me to keep striving for my goals and requested I follow them on Instagram …
8:30 p.m. I have a date with a guy I met on Tinder. I’m exhausted as all hell, and kind of want to bail, but am obsessed with being polite.
9:30 p.m. Now I wish I’d bailed.He fancied himself an intellectual elitist (name checked The New Yorker too many times, pronounced Barcelona “Barthelona”), but didn’t have the charm to pull it off. I like highbrow/lowbrow guys — be able to talk NPR and Jersey Shore. Just when I think I’m being too judgmental, he starts telling me how Stormy Daniels’s lawyer should be our next president. Check, please.
10:45 p.m. Bed. Attempt to watch Wild Wild Country due to recommendations. Not into it. Watch some porn instead. Do I subscribe to Seth Fornea’s OnlyFans account? Yes. Am I proud of that? No. Is it worth it? Yes.
5 a.m. Another successful workout! I take a gym-douche selfie in the locker room and send it to Matt. He replies with him naked, a towel hanging from his hard dick. SWOON.
8:30 a.m. I get some unexpected good news: Chad, a guy I hooked up with over the summer, is going to be in town on business tonight and wants to know if I want to get together. He and his boyfriend were here this summer, and I fucked him while his boyfriend watched. It was insanely hot. They turned out to be cool guys too, which was sweet. He’s alone tonight. I’m in.
12:30 p.m. Chad and I have been texting all day. I’m so pent up. I legitimately consider jerking off in the office bathroom.
9:30 p.m. Leaving the Marriott after three hours of sex with Chad, sweaty, exhausted, and probably glowing. I fucked him three times in three hours, which honestly, I didn’t think I had in me. The first time we did it over FaceTime for his bf. The second was in the shower afterward. The third was on the bed after that. My sex life is hot and cold, and very rarely consistent. I probably won’t get laid now for at least three months.
10:30 p.m. Have a nice talk with my mom. Yes, the whole career transition has me back with my folks to save some cash. It’s not ideal, and I feel weird talking with my mom over milk and Oreos right after a three-hour fuck-fest, but in general I really like my parents, and think I’ll look back on this time with fondness.
She told me how my dad told her that someone said “fag” around him at work today, and he told them to quit it. The co-worker asked why, and he said because my son is gay and I won’t tolerate that. If I’m being honest, he probably used that word undiscerningly on the regular five years ago. I was terrified to tell him I was gay (I consider myself bi, but felt like it would be easier to just tell him gay). Then he ended up being one of the first people I told, and since then has been nothing but supportive. Still, I didn’t necessarily expect him to talk about it with the guys at work, and hearing he did almost makes me teary eyed.
6 a.m. I had reheated pho for breakfast. Phenomenal choice.
10:30 a.m. I went on a three-mile run in the woods, and listened to My Dad Wrote a Porno. My best friend from college thinks it’s all a marketing stunt. I think it’s real. I think I’d like to get famous enough to get a drink with those guys, because they’re hilarious (and James could get it).
11:30 a.m. Log onto Grindr. Message a very cute guy I’ve never seen before. We chat a bit and he asked to see a shirtless picture. He then tells me to message him again when I lose some weight. Could you imagine saying that to someone?
Now, I’m in good shape, but look like I eat carbs now and then. You know that saying “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels?” That’s bullshit. You know what tastes good? 6 a.m. pho.
6 p.m. I get dinner with a high-school friend I haven’t seen in a while. We eat shitty wings, drink shitty beer, and basically solve all the world’s problems. I’m bummed when we realize it’s past our bedtimes.
10:15 p.m. I run into Kayla, my sister’s best friend, having a smoke outside a bar near where I parked. She says I should come in for a drink. Bye bedtime!
12:15 AM: I hate myself for staying out so late, but ended up coming out to Kayla, which was really nice. We’re very close, but I hadn’t seen her in the right circumstances yet. I consider myself very lucky that my close friends and family do not give a shit.
11 a.m. I allow myself to sleep till now because 32-year-old hangovers are no joke. I do a quick jump rope workout and take an Uber downtown to get my car from where I left it the night before. I will 100 percent have a ticket, but also 100 percent have no DUI, so I guess it’s a wash.
12 p.m. Hanging out at my favorite coffee shop getting an almond tea latte, which sounds more pretentious than it is. I like this place because the baristas don’t treat you with disdain and their soundtrack is perennially yacht-rock (“You Can Call Me Al” never gets old). I’m pretending to read, but am actually Grinding it up.
12:15 p.m. Does sending a dick pic with no context ever work? Judging by his picture, this guy is a bartender at a place I semi-frequent. Now I’m going to feel awkward going there …
12:30 a.m. My sister was home tonight, so we had dinner and “just one more” Moscow Mule approximately four times at our favorite bar. We’re now in my parents’ basement drinking really bad wine and doing a deep dive on Game of Thrones Reddits. My sister lets me know that she has a secret account that she posts on, and that she’s gotten into some vicious Reddit arguments defending the Stark girls. I support this 100 percent.
10 a.m. Wake up feeling good, all things considered. I read a little, do some push-ups, and make myself a breakfast sandwich. I have nothing planned this weekend, and I’m excited to lay low. I have one of those aha moments where I delete all dating apps. This will last six days, but I’ll feel very holier than thou for at least the first three.
11 a.m. Not holier than thou enough to refrain from engaging in some good old fashioned cybersex via text with Tommy, a guy I met a couple years back at a music festival. He was one of the first hookups I ended up actually hanging out with afterward, and it’s a damn shame he lives in Texas. He always wants to do it on Snapchat, but the whole living-with-my-parents thing makes anything verbal difficult. Sigh.
1 p.m. My sister and I are back at the same bar we were at last night. Whoops.
3:30 p.m. We’re still here.
5 p.m. We’re no good for one another, but I’m staying hydrated.
7:30 p.m. Ending the week on a wholesome note. Office reruns in bed. No apps for me, at least not for another six days.
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El próximo 24 de octubre se celebra el Día Internacional contra el cambio climático, una oportunidad perfecta para evaluar nuestro estilo de vida y la huella que dejamos en nuestro planeta con nuestras actividades diarias.
Después de ver las múltiples campañas de concientización sobre el cambio climático, quizá ya hayas adoptado nuevas costumbres eco amigabes como separar la basura, o tal vez llevas bolsas de tela reusables cada vez que vas al supermercado a hacer tus compras. Pero, aunque cada vez más personas se suman a través de acciones que ayudan a preservar el medio ambiente, todos, incluyendo empresas y marcas, deben involucrarse para cuidar nuestro entorno.
Es por eso que las grandes compañías han empezado a crear estrategias e invertir en nuevas tecnologías con el objetivo de garantizar que el impacto que generan en el planeta, permita su preservación y cuidado. Por ejemplo, en la industria de la moda, HM fue una de las marcas pioneras en apostar por el uso de materiales reciclados y sustentables para la manufactura de sus prendas, además de la recolección de prendas para su reciclado.
Recientemente Inditex se sumó a la causa con Join Life, una línea de productos elaborados mediante tecnologías y procesos ecoeficientes; al igual que GAP con Gap for Good, que se enfoca en el ahorro de agua, la reducción en el consumo de energía y la mejora en el aprovisionamiento de algodón.
La industria de la moda no es la única comprometida con el medio ambiente, empresas de otros ámbitos también se involucran, como la Industria Mexicana de Coca-Cola, que está comprometida con la conservación del medio ambiente. En línea con esto, presentó Ciel botella azul, un envase 100% reciclado y reciclable. Es decir, tu botella podrá convertirse más adelante en una nueva botella. Genial, ¿no? Esto forma parte de sus esfuerzos por conseguir un ‘Mundo sin residuos’, una de las metas globales de la compañía para recolectar y reciclar el equivalente al 100% de sus envases. Además, han conseguido ser el principal reciclador de PET alimenticio en México con sus plantas PetStar e IMER. Con todo el material que procesan pueden llenar el Estadio Azteca ¡tres veces!
Así que la próxima vez que pienses que es imposible detener el cambio climático con un par de acciones, piensa en todo lo que las grandes compañías están haciendo, y en todo lo que tú podrías hacer para poner tu granito de arena, empezando por optar por un envase como Ciel botella azul, un envase 100% hecho de otras botellas.
Estamos a tiempo de detener el cambio climático, y cada una de tus acciones sin duda ayudará al planeta y a todos los que lo habitamos. Cuéntanos ¿qué es lo que estas haciendo tú para sumarte a la causa?
Cinq régions françaises sont actuellement frappées par des restrictions d’eau liées à une sécheresse historique. Le lac d’Annecy, notamment, a vu son niveau baisser de manière spectaculaire. Une situation alarmante que les spécialistes relient au changement climatique. Mais le manque de précipitations ne serait pas la première cause de cette situation, affirme une rumeur largement relayée sur les réseaux sociaux ces derniers jours. Selon cette présentation des faits, ce serait d’abord la régulation du niveau du lac qui serait en cause. Vrai ou faux ?
Ce que dit la rumeur
Un internaute a partagé un coup de gueule sur Facebook le 14 octobre, dans lequel il estime que la baisse du niveau du lac d’Annecy n’est pas tant le fait de la sécheresse que d’une mauvaise gestion. « Ce qu’on a (volontairement) oublié de vous dire, c’est qu’en 1876, des vannes ont été créées en aval du lac : les vannes du Thiou afin de réguler à la baisse ou à la hausse le niveau du lac », écrit-il.
A l’en croire, le niveau de l’eau du lac a été « volontairement » abaissé au printemps dernier car les réserves d’eau étaient alors jugées suffisantes. La sécheresse qui a suivi a selon lui été mal anticipée : « Du coup, il n’y avait plus assez de débit pour maintenir le niveau du lac, d’autre part sollicité par l’évaporation à la faveur d’une fin d’été très chaud. Voilà comment d’un lac archi plein à la fin du printemps, on arrive à vous parler de réchauffement climatique trois mois plus tard pour justifier de sa baisse anticipée par ces vannes ! » conclut-il.
Son message a été partagé près de 20 000 fois sur Facebook et également diffusé dans les commentaires de nombreux articles évoquant la sécheresse du lac d’Annecy.
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Les Alpes touchées par une sécheresse historique
POURQUOI C’EST FAUX
Le point de départ de la rumeur évoque une réalité : le niveau du lac est régulé, ce qui est assez courant. Concrètement, plusieurs vannes installées à la sortie du lac à Annecy permettent de réguler la hauteur du plan d’eau. C’est la ville qui a la charge de ces installations.
En temps normal, la cote du lac (la hauteur de l’eau sur une échelle située au pied du pont de la Halle, à Annecy) est fixée à 80 cm et les vannes de régulation servent à respecter cette limite. Mais le niveau de l’eau est parfois amené à grimper en cas de fortes précipitations, comme cela a été le cas en janvier, où le seuil d’alerte inondations fixé à un mètre d’eau a été dépassé, atteignant 112 cm.
Contrairement à ce qu’affirme la rumeur, on ne peut pas dire que les réserves d’eau ont été dilapidées de manière disproportionnée au cours du printemps. Selon les données communiquées par la préfecture de Haute-Savoie, le niveau du lac d’Annecy dépassait encore les 90 cm au milieu du mois de juin, période à laquelle il a commencé à décroître. Il était même encore proche de son niveau habituel début juillet (76 cm).
Selon la préfecture, le niveau de l’eau a chuté malgré le fait que « les vannes de régulation ont été relevées » à la fin du mois de juin, ne laissant s’écouler du lac « que le débit minimum, indispensable à la vie aquatique du Thiou et à la continuité de l’écoulement ». Mois après mois, le manque de précipitation, la chaleur et l’ensoleillement exceptionnels ont fait leur travail et le niveau de l’eau a chuté.
Au 15 octobre, la cote du lac d’Annecy était de 13 cm, son niveau le plus bas depuis 1947, où elle avait atteint 11 cm. On voit mal comment la régulation du niveau du lac par l’homme pourrait être désignée comme étant le premier facteur de cette baisse hors norme.