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Late August, by Margaret Atwood
Angela Deane’s “Ghost Photographs” paint on found photographs
Christina Bothwell’s magical glass creatures. The incredible mix of ceramics and glass. via beautifuldecay
incredible
My two dear friends had a surprise wedding ceremony and party this weekend, and everyone and everything was honeyed love and heart-full.
“Look at the Hardy Boys! They started out as kid detectives just solving mysteries in Bayport and now they have an entire book series about them!”
"Don’t treat me like a three-hour brunch friend!"
“And I know Fuck is a bad word, but it sounds so good. Good, like flipping off the preacher whenever he forgets that Eve was Adam’s teacher, ‘cause apples are fucking healthy you patriarchal piece of shit.”
| Andrea Gibson (via lipstick-feminists)
Our Valentine's Day has consisted of laughing hysterically about everything and taking "serious, cinematographic stills" at a diner, trying a new donut shop, watching the movie Cool As Ice starring Vanilla Ice, and crying because we miss Michael Jackson and The Man in the Mirror is so uplifting (the lower right square). Every day with this guy is a bright comet of joy, how lucky am I to be a stargazer in his universe.
My friend gave me a little catawampus tattoo. It's not particularly nice looking, but it reminds me of one of the nicest things I know, the poem A Finger, Two Dots, Then Me by Derrick Brown, so it ties knots in my throat and loosens the knots in my heart when I look at it. I don't care if it's imperfect, it's a banner of love and that's enough for me.
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Here's a cover of my favorite Patsy Cline song, Three Cigarettes In An Ashtray. I could never do justice to her velvet holiness, but I feel this song so viscerally. I also have no real recording equipment, but sometimes you just can't convince your throat to be quiet.
The most productive thing I did over my two week break from school was write a three page essay on why my boyfriend's boner is awesome entitled Won't Leave That Boner Aloner: Why My Boyfriend's Boner is A+ Material, and that is how I know that if I weren't already dating someone, I'd probably be single for a long time, because people don't actually want you to write an essay.
I do feel there is a preoccupation with that. The preoccupation with transition and surgery objectifies trans people. And then we don’t get to really deal with the real lived experiences. The reality of trans peoples’ lives is that so often we are targets of violence. We experience discrimination disproportionately to the rest of the community. Our unemployment rate is twice the national average; if you are a trans person of color, that rate is four times the national average. The homicide rate is highest among trans women. If we focus on transition, we don’t actually get to talk about those things… By focusing on bodies we don’t focus on the lived realities of that oppression and that discrimination.
Laverne Cox, in a recent interview with Katie Couric, about the invasive questioning and objectification of trans* people.
Watch it here: http://www.salon.com/2014/01/07/laverne_cox_artfully_shuts_down_katie_courics_invasive_questions_about_transgender_people/
(via cognitivedissonance)