, two towels and two sweatshirts without hoods or lining.
They can also bring with them one blanket (not a duvet), two sheets, a pillowcase, and religious books, a prayer shawl and phylacteries, as well as soap, a tooth brush and tooth paste, and an ID card.
Each day Olmert will be woken up at 5:00 am for a roll call and will undergo a 7:30 am inspection. He is entitled to receive and send letters, which can be examined by the prison. The prisoner has to pay for the stamps and envelopes.
When leaving court for appeal hearings, Olmert will have to wear a prison uniform, but while inside, he can wear civilian clothes.
He will be able to spend up to 1,600 shekels ($412, 367 euros) a month at the prison's canteen on credit using money his family can wire to the prison.
Like the other 26,000 prisoners at Maasiyahu, Olmert will be granted leave in the case of mortal illness, a death in his immediate family, a wedding or a religious ceremony.To combat the problem of the rising number of students using vaping devices, the Cherokee County School District will enforce a new zero-tolerance policy.
The district already prohibits them on campus; the new policy has more serious repercussions for those who disobey it.
The district sent a letter to parents after the school board unamiously approved the anti-vaping policy for the upcoming school year.
According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, e-cigarettes are the most commonly used tobacco product among U.S. middle and high school students.
The CDC also said some e-cigarettes don’t look like tobacco products, so some kids use them unnoticed in schools, including in classrooms and bathrooms.
"Any students found with vaping devices or oil will be treated as if they are in possession of felony-level marijuana CBD and THC oil," the letter said. "Punishments will include immediate external suspension from school, long-term reassignment to an alternative school and possible expulsion."
For students who are caught with the devices, they will have to prove that their devices and oils don't contain marijuana-derived CBD and THC oil in order to avoid the most serious punishments.
"Students are becoming ill, overdosing, having seizures, passing out and requiring 911 response and hospitalization due to vaping," the letter reads. "Students are encouraging classmates to try their devices at school and are using devices in shared spaces such as restrooms … further expanding the number of students negatively impacted by vaping."
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 There are things you, of course, miss when you aren’t making love with someone else. I work hard, my body works hard, and sometimes at the end of the day I wish someone was there to skim, press and own my body, exhaust it and me to the brink and beyond.  I sometimes wish a foot rub was waiting at the end of five hours of being in heels. I could have all these things I suppose but I’m very much enamoured with celibacy and so I have challenged myself to satisfy me in all ways possible. I’ve invested a lot of time into my cunt, clit and orgasm in the past and this new focus has me getting to know all parts better.
Touch has returned to my life in the form of: full body oil massage, light kisses on my own hands, squeezing, grasping, kneading my muscles and fat, stretching with intention, breathing to the brim, stroking and holding my face in my hands, clutching the wind up of my waist in ecstasy, the swell, the sweat, the skin that seems endless and nuzzling patches of forgotten flesh. I touch myself. I touch myself up and down. There is no longer any part of my body that scares me or feels bad or untouchable because I’ve touched each inch possible. I know what it feels like to be touched in each spot and it’s been sweetly and deeply rewarding. To kiss my own arms and feel how soft my skin is, the micro crush of the light hairs as my lips connect all the way to my fingertips. The sweet pain of crushing and releasing the firm muscles of my calves, my forehead resting on my knees, bone on bone, the pleasure of my body next to me. Stretching and feeling the weight of my breasts pressed against my thighs, I thank and greet my shins as I gaze at my blue, white and pink skin.
This new challenge has presented me with many rewards of the flesh but the greatest strength has been in my self worth. I know so much better how soft, sweet, sexy, beautiful, precious, delightful, erotic, charged, tender, touchable and delicious I am. I have in the past made the choice to give myself to people, I now understand, did not deserve the great privilege of knowing, seeing or touching my body. How could I have underestimated the honour of kissing a line across my collarbone? Why did I undervalue the sweat on the nape of my neck? Didn’t I wonder about the bend in my lower back that seemed to electrify so acutely? I didn’t explore these notions before because I didn’t feel like my body was mine. It was a tool or a turn on or transport. Touch has brought us back together, exercise and meditation have greatly helped too. I’m protective of myself but with different strength, no need to hide or defend, just firmer in my worth. I’m ‘hard to get’, always have been, practically a nun now, and that feels like the right place for me at the moment. I’m looking forward to partnership in a different space than I have before, the adventure and thrill of sharing these parts of myself, knowing the pleasure of simply touching my skin, it will be a joy to genuinely give this experience to another sweet and passionate person. In the meantime, my body becomes more mine with each evening we spend together, each moment I invest in my own sensual pleasure and with the tenderest attention I give.
Enjoy the rest of your February darlings! Touch yourself! Have fun!
This post was written by RWL columnist Rubyyy Jones – Rubyyy Jones is a performer, writer and producer, living and working in London. As a writer, Rubyyy’s ethos is of love, lust and light and she has been published internationally online and in print regarding sex, erotica, feminism and LGBTQ activism. You can find her on Twitter and Facebook. Images of Rubyyy in this post are by Carolyn Cowan Photography.
Same. I know that if I ever survived an accident and was left in a vegetative state, I've asked my family to pull the plug.

If it's less dramatic and a slower decline I'm not sure where the line will be drawn. I've seen a cousin of mine fall to her paranoid schizophrenia, and the decent to madness terrifies me. She, before, and even after she went down the rabbit hole, was an incredibly smart woman. She even shared my field of work until her life started to fall apart. And what's more unsettling is that most days, most of the time, she's still there, but then something clicks out of place and she's in belief the government are spying on her and she can telepathically understand the ants in the backyard.

Mental debilitation is a terrifying real fear in my life, especially since I, as yourself, pride myself on my mind. I've been a proud nerd as long as I can remember, and while I honestly don't have a bad body at all, it isn't what I think of as "me". To descend to madness feels as though I'd have lost myself.Alabanza—
Blessed be the forgotten women, the cursed women, the women who are feared
The ones who know they were born from stolen flesh and blood
(God, did You ever ask Adam for permission to take the bone underneath his
skin?
What did You, Almighty, teach man at the moment You reached down
and took something that You felt always belonged to You,
That You had claimed dominion over but rested inside the body of another?
Mujer, you were forged in fire and dreams
and maybe that is why there is anarchy.)
Praise the women who reach from deep within the abyss of anguish and out of
despair
Spin gold and survival, who have joy from breath and memory
Praise the women with the too red-lipstick
The wild hair, the wild eyes, she belongs to no one but herself
Serp