Kenya Carpenter
Bio
To be sexual is to be filled with art.
I also write about other things.
Stories (7/0)
Why Veganism Sounds Like a Bad Idea
I will always be an interested advocate for the well-being of animals. Today in this world there is an unnecessary slaughtering of animals which, upon inspection, is overwhelmingly unethical when you look into it. Farm animals such as chickens, pigs, and cows to name a few are bred for slaughter; from being beaten and tortured to injections of hormones and in a dairy cow’s case, forced pregnancy. These are only but few of my many concerns of helpless animals. Every year, over 56 billion land animals alone are subject to slaughter. This is not just an animal welfare issue, this is also an environmental and world hunger issue. California is currently in a drought, yet somehow, they find a way to feed all livestock. Kip Anderson Howard, director and producer of the movie Cowspiracy, states that “you can produce 37,000 lbs. of vegetables on 1.5 acres of land but only 375 lbs. of beef on the same [amount] of land.” The main point of his film was based on the theory that we can solve world hunger if all farmers across the world use that plot of land used for farm animals and instead apply it to producing foods that we can feed to the hungry From the environmental perspective, our precious rainforest which statistics conclude, "If we continue on this path, as much as 55 percent of the amazon rainforest could disappear by the year 2030” (Bennet).
By Kenya Carpenter6 years ago in The Swamp
What Freedom Really Means
What is true self knowledge? Have you ever felt like a unicorn in a field of ponies? I think that we mostly perceive ourselves as different from others. In this case I’m going to give a couple of different hypotheses; the first is that, yes, we are that unicorn in a field of ponies but that's because our self-worth reflects that we recognize ourselves as this unique being. In the instance that this is true, we define ourselves worthy of that recognition. Secondly, maybe we feel that we are a pony in a field of unicorns and we may not value ourselves to a certain degree. In this case, self-knowledge is recognizing who you are because of how you perceive yourself against others.
By Kenya Carpenter7 years ago in Geeks
Who is Self?
The self, when approaching it from a philosophical view, is scary — the possibility that lies within how many replicas of me; what is the me like in those situations? Those questions come later. Is the self nonexistent without a physical representation? 100 percent physicality is mainly important, but why? Something, filled with a life force, needs to be here on earth to take on responsibility for the actions and thoughts of the person. No matter which body it ends up in, the self is practically not real without some form of physical life. This is sad because this form of self defines how we view the world. I think that it's sad that the way we view the world is dependent upon the body we were given. As we see this form affects gender and how we determine what we do with it. The self is not at all accommodating. To find yourself, you must step outside of the skin and bones you were dealt and reach a state of omnipresence that overpowers all outward focus of what you see in the mirror and reaffirms it into the being you choose to be, on your own, without help. This is the state of self-acceptance. So, to say the most, the self is ever-changing, but why? Well, we are always finding new ideas, new prophecies, and new ways of life. No one ever stays the same once in their life. We all differ from what we can do. The path we choose to take may be different than the one we would have chosen the day before or even the minute before we made that final decision. We all constantly change to meet how we feel in the present moment.
By Kenya Carpenter7 years ago in Psyche
Vegan vs. the Food Industry
I am a vegan. Let me delve deeper into what it really means for me to be a vegan. My ethics, my passion, and my vision for the future lies within my belief or better yet my ethics for equality between all species. In many ways it could be an issue by just the way people tend to lean towards how they treat their foods. Some people believe that it's completely okay to eat unhealthy just because their body “has low metabolism” or “I have a disease” and those people are the people who make excuses, excuses for everything. Your disease nor your metabolism should grant you the right to be lazy and unhealthy, to pack seven bags of chips in your cart and to only put a single fruit like strawberries in just so you can drown it in Hershey's chocolate syrup later. For the people who make excuses that they need their vitamins and protein and that veganism does not supply that for them. There are plenty of vitamins and proteins in foods other than meat, milk, and eggs. To the people who make the excuse “I just can't live without…” people need to learn how to stop making excuses and open their eyes to the truth.
By Kenya Carpenter7 years ago in Feast
Bones
What do you need in order not to fall apart? Bones, good bones. As he touched me I felt it. I felt emotion passing from deep within his bones to mine. I was feeding off of it. Hoping to decipher him piece by piece. Lying next to him gave me so much comfort. In this way, I wanted only him. He is everything I could have asked for, given to me, for me, he is my sun and stars. I only want the best for him, always, I longed for him every time we were apart. We are one and the same. He tries to be soft, but he is too heavy handed for that. His hand touches my skin, crossing slowly over my body, finally holding onto my pelvic bone. I feel his hand sink into me, pulling me closer, deeper into him. I am rested and ready, ready to experience him again, for the third time. I am so powerful, though I allow him to think he is. I turn to face him, looking at him now, resting with eyes closed, I wonder what he is thinking behind that skull of his. He is daydreaming, daydreaming of us of course. Ecstatically I pounce to the other side of the bed, hoping he will follow, but as dominant and as strong as he is, he does not, instead he grabs me by my legs just to pull me back to him. I think about this for a second, and I disagree, and as soon as I get the chance to, I pounce right back to the other side of the bed. This time he follows.
By Kenya Carpenter7 years ago in Filthy
Body
There's something about being naked alone with a body belonging to another. Passion is shown by the way he touches my body, it’s no longer foreign to him, he is confidant in his grasp. He lays next to me intertwining our legs together. My body melts into his. My happiness is right there leaning my head on his chest hearing his heartbeat still beating at a fast pace from his recent orgasm. He is relaxed but undeniably happy from our encounter. Nothing separates my body from his, yet still I crave to be closer to him. I tell him I'm happy that I am with him in that moment. And even though we are right there together I tell him I miss him and I have missed him, I missed all the time we could have spent together, because for some reason I always want to be around him yet we can only spend limited amounts of our time together. Our bodies belong together. One and one, body and body, skin and skin, bones and bones.
By Kenya Carpenter7 years ago in Filthy
- Top Story - September 2017
The SkinTop Story - September 2017
There's something about skin. The way it feels when two bodies are together, relaxed and comfortable, it's bliss. I love the way he caresses me. I feel a connection. He and I, together for a moment, and he stares into my eyes like he's inspecting. He could remember my eyes perfectly and pinpoint their detail in writing. He touches me softly reminding me that even rough large hands can handle a dainty frail glass-like figure such as mine with a grasp so empowering. His hand ever so slightly grazes over my face, he likes to assert his presence before pushing his lips onto mine. We begin folding into one another, exchanging parts of ourselves for parts of the other.
By Kenya Carpenter7 years ago in Filthy