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My homunculus will receive a FEMINIST upbringing
Baby girl what’s ur pinterest im trying to fuck…
“Gender is a shell game. What is a man? Whatever a woman isn’t. What is a woman? Whatever a man is not. Tap on it and it’s hollow. Look under the shells: it’s not there”
— Naomi Alderman, The Power
catergory is: twilight vampire realnsss
me: *meets a femme*
me: *does her a favour* *does her a favour* *does her a favour* *does her a favour* *does her a favour* *does her a favour* *does her a f
Dolly Parton at Symphony Hall, Boston, 1972.
mike’s you’re in the car with a beautiful boy and he won’t tell you that he loves you but he loves you lemonade
mike's i love you it'll pass lemonade
mike’s i don’t know where to put all my love for her i’ll take it lemonade
mike's sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine lemonade
mike’s i will love you if i never see you again, and i will love you if i never see you again, and i will love you if i see you every tuesday lemonade
mike’s tell me we’ll never get used to it lemonade
mike's i love you i want us both to eat well lemonade
mike’s i love you; i’m glad i exist lemonade
mike's o, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard lemonade
Contestants in a Dolly Parton lookalike competition in Phoenix, 1979.
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““The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction,” an essay Le Guin wrote in 1986, disputes the idea that the spear was the earliest human tool, proposing that it was actually the receptacle. Questioning the spear’s phallic, murderous logic, instead Le Guin tells the story of the carrier bag, the sling, the shell, or the gourd. In this empty vessel, early humans could carry more than can be held in the hand and, therefore, gather food for later. Anyone who consistently forgets to bring their tote bag to the supermarket knows how significant this is. And besides, Le Guin writes, the idea that the spear came before the vessel doesn’t even make sense. “Sixty-five to eighty percent of what human beings ate in those regions in Paleolithic, Neolithic, and prehistoric times was gathered; only in the extreme Arctic was meat the staple food.” Not only is the carrier bag theory plausible, it also does meaningful ideological work — shifting the way we look at humanity’s foundations from a narrative of domination to one of gathering, holding, and sharing.”
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Siobhan Leddy in The Outline. We should all be reading more Ursula Le Guin
Her novels imagine other worlds, but her theory of fiction can help us better live in this one.
There’s a link to a PDF of Le Guin’s essay here.
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what ever happened to personality!!! i want decorative towels that arent boring!!! i want NOVELTY!! i want people to come over to my house and look at my trinkets and immediately think this lady is a wacko and also her stuff is haunted
I can survive, but I don’t know if I want to
i LOVE the solidarity between people who don't want their big boobs and people who want bigger boobs constantly joking about sharing
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this is a fantastic thread, but the original blog that posted it is a TERF so I’m reposting it. Weird, because marie le conte is very much not a terf herself
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
—ursula k. le guin