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#the doom generation #greg araki

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Theda Bara, 1915.

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satisfactory small woman, a novel by anna fitzpatrick

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Ayo Edebiri as Josie BOTTOMS (2023)

Despite moments of infatuation on both sides, these were not love relationships. The few hustlers excepted, they were not business relationships. They were encounters whose most important aspect was that mutual pleasure was exchanged—an aspect that, yes, colored all their other aspects, but that did not involve any sort of life commitment. Most were affable but brief because, beyond pleasure, these were people you had little in common with. Yet what greater field and force than pleasure can human beings share? More than half were single encounters. But some lasted over weeks; others for months; still others went on a couple of years. And enough endured a decade or more to give them their own flavor, form, and characteristic aspects. You learned something about these people (though not necessarily their name, or where they lived, or what their job or income was); and they learned something about you. The relationships were not (necessarily) consecutive. They braided. They interwove. They were simultaneous. These relationships did not annoy or in any way distress the man I was living with—because they had their limits. They were not the central relationships of my life. They made that central relationship richer, however, by relieving it of many anxieties.

—Samuel R. Delany, Times Square Red, Times Square Blue

#samuel r. delany #times square red times square blue #gay history #pride #LGBTQ+

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Our nightstand is piled up with books—we’re reading novels written by Feeld contributors Sophie Mackintosh and Anna Fitzpatrick, plus fiction from Felicia Berliner (did you catch our Q&A with her a few weeks ago?). We’re also diving deeper into Rachel Aviv’s non-fiction book after obsessing over her latest New Yorker profile, and exploring more Phillip Roth following reading Garth Greenwell’s essay in The Yale Review (both will be linked in our upcoming monthly roundup, and if you haven’t read yet you’re in for a treat).

Photos of my book from instagram!

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anothershortbook | literaryitgirl

#this makes me so happy #anothershortbook #bookishbunnyxo #readwithana_#literaryitgirl #bookstagram #me #mine #anna fitzpatrick #good girl novel #flying books #lit #bookblr #literature #can lit #fiction #canlit #novel #reading recommendations

herdirtylittleheart

Knowing your limits and speaking up to protect yourself are critical life skills, and also critical kink skills.

Feeld asked me to write about speaking up and saying no. 🙌 This is a valuable skill for kink (and for life!) but it can be tough for those of us who are people pleasers, and those of us who have had consent violations in the past. Take a peek- I share some suggestions for playful games we can use to exercise these skills with our lovers and play partners. ✨

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A biography by Ruth Franklin captures Shirley Jackson’s punishing upbringing and marriage, which perhaps informed the destruction of heroine

Jackson understood horror. She knew that horror requires an emotional seduction that is revealed to be a malevolent ruse: The ingenue experiences herself as radiant and powerful right before all her power is stripped from her. Clever young girls imagine they were born to be cherished, when instead they’re created merely to be destroyed.

I've been rereading everything Shirley Jackson wrote lately (a thing I do often). I loved this essay by Heather Havrilesky.

#shirley jackson #hangsaman #heather havrilesky #literary fiction

dearorpheus

“When Eleanor finally agrees to surrender to Hill House, to bury herself in its “folds of velvet and tassels and purple plush,” it is her mother she goes chasing (“You’re here somewhere”) through the dark halls and up the treacherous library ladder. The “lovers meeting” she has spent the whole novel humming about materializes as a return to the womb that is also a grave. To anyone who has, like Jackson, laboured mightily to transcend their parents’ mistakes and shortcomings, the horror underlying Eleanor’s full-circle journey is real as well as ghostly. It is the recognition that the harder you try to escape the emotional dynamics of your family of origin, the more likely you are to duplicate them.”

— Laura Miller in her introduction to Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House

dudguacamole

this also gets to what i hated about the tv show, which presented the family of origin as a refuge and place of salvation in a terrifying world

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sorry if this is asking too much but can you please tw/cw for france/french people?

... Anon this is a Les Misérables blog?

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One Sings, the Other Doesn’t (1977) dir. Agnès Varda

I refused to accept that my only options were to go at things alone, or to somehow luck out into finding 'the one.'”' It was certainly the antithesis of my political leanings. I was a baby radical who believed in expanding social safety nets, that change could come through collective action, that we as a society had a responsibility to take care of each other. Why, then, did it feel like I was being bombarded with cultural messages from across the political spectrum, that care would come to me in the form of another individual?

For Feeld (yes, the app) I wrote about my refusal to find a life partner.

#me #mine #dating #nonmonogamy #writing #anna fitzpatrick