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In her song Rainbow Dress, Taylor Swift describes the position of her purported "straight sex" in relationship to what Gayle Rubin terms the charmed circle of sexuality, wherein any sexual behavior outside an accepted range can only be immoral. When it comes to the vectors of heterosexual versus homosexual and vanilla versus kinky, her "just normal sex, nothing too weird" with a "regular hunk with a beard" is positioned inside this charmed circle. Yet the most glaring exception is that her sex is public--at the gay pride parade, no less. The hunk she desires has no name, no specific relation to her, and she makes no pretense of monogamous attachment. Her apparently ironic participation at the gay pride parade draws from Michael Warner's anti-identitarian critiques of tendencies that elevate sexual orientation above other maligned sexual practices and detach queerness from sex altogether. Swift's sexuality is clearly informed by queer perspectives: the erotic fixation on ball sweat evokes gay sadomasochist "pig" subcultures, and her claim that she hates her own vagina invites a multiplicity of pleasure possibilities that do not involve direct genital stimulation. The push and pull in her lyrics between straight nomenclature and queer imagery builds upon Eve Sedgwick's critiques of heterosexual-homosexual binarism in Epistemology of the Closet, and attuned listeners know that the question of queerness "hidden inside" cannot follow such an either-or formulation.
These lyrics are indeed troubling, but like the graphic subject matter of Jean Genet, they are meant to operate on a deeper level than the immediate revulsion they may provoke. It is more accurately an exploration of the death drive, reminiscent of other feminist performance artists such as Marina AbramoviÄ. "I hate all vaginas, even the one I got" refers to, in Lacanian terms, a conflict between the subject and the ego, which comes to its boiling point (or perhaps a cathartic resolution) through the entropic, self-shattering jouissance of straight sex at the gay pride parade.
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What about when she said "I wish there was straight pride", a right-wing talking point, was that queer of her? Hm? Was it a critique of the heterosexual-homosexual binarism?
In honor of her upcoming album, I want to take a moment to return to this post and dispell another common misconception about my favorite queer theorist and tortured poet. Taylor Swift's line about wishing there were a straight pride makes more sense in Hegelian terms, where Rainbow Dress presents a dialectic in which heterosexuality and homosexuality are defined in opposition to each other. What then would be the antithesis to straight sex at the gay pride parade? Gay sex at the straight pride parade. For Swift, straight parade parade is not a right wing talking point but an opportunity to sow chaos through gay sex. In Lee Edelman's words, āQueerness can never define an identity; it can only ever disturb one.ā For more explorations of the negating power of queer sex without redemptive plots, I recommend her prior song Fuck Like a Mountain Rat.
they should make a gun that just makes u pass out for a few hours so i can use it for every minor inconvenience
for april fools weāre deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits
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Be the only person in the room who is asked for their pronouns.
happy trans day of visibility
op turned reblogs off but this post must live. it must live and spread malignantly .
i come from the 8tracks generation where you weren't allowed to just dump three and a half twee indie folk/tswift records into a fanmix and call it done. on 8tracks you had 8+ handpicked songs in rigid chronological order and an accompanying mission statement and thesis defence detailing exactly why each one applied to your derek x stiles coffee shop au AND cover/track-list art hodgepodged from stolen pinterest/tumblr aesthetic photography, and all of this was done under constant threat of death because it was the DMCA wild west and the site was in a constant state of gradual collapse.
no writing workshop can help you improve your writing as much as this screenshot can
the problem with having a decade old tumblr blog is that there are posts on it from a decade ago
iāve become a completely different person like 5 separate times since making those posts and there are STILL people finding them somehow
For decades stoners were renowned for their aesthetics. For their blacklight posters and lava lamps, for their airbrushed dragon murals and electrical shock orb thingies from Spencer Gifts. Then they legalized weed and every weed store became the flattest, emptiest minimalist void imaginable. They're putting a weed store in a former Rainforest Cafe and they're tearing out all of the rainforest decor to make it just a big empty space with walls painted the blandest green they can find. They tore down paradise and put up a place where a business major tries to tell you CDB oil can cure cancer
Iām a doctor. Iām a time lord. Iām from the planet Gallifrey on the constellation of Kasterborous. Iām weird. Iām a weirdo. I donāt fit in and I donāt wanna fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid phone box? Thatās weird.
hey hey HEY. when i joined tumblr in the early 2010s i remember a lot of millennials swearing they would never treat the younger generation as badly as they were treated and misrepresented. i'm seeing a lot of you going back on that. stop mocking young people and start remembering you were new to the universe too once
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I JUST MADE AN ABSOLUTELY HORRID YET HILARIOUS REALIZATION.
THE SUNGLASSES.
THEYRE BECOMING REAL.
those are cool, but have you seen the earlier design?