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MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT (2022)
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🎶 I need somebody to love 🎶
MY SCHOOL PRESIDENT (2022)
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“I thought this was a love story. I had hoped this was a love story. You say it with shame, embarrassed at having said it, wishing you could take it back. You say it, worried that you have betrayed some secret part of yourself that does not wish to be exposed—an old gremlin in you, sick and yearning.”
- the spear cuts through water, by simon jimenez
“I asked him why sons.
The man who unstitched me was very honest about what he wanted. There was no false modesty in his answer, and when he answered a question, it was clear and direct. There was no game with him. I liked him for that. But when I asked him why he wanted sons to inherit his legacy, he never gave me a satisfying answer. He would go on about tradition, about rights of succession, about strong bodies versus weak, but if I were to press him on matters of tradition, or strength—if I reminded him that I was a god, and that with my power I could help him change tradition, and give him a child who was strong regardless of how they presented to the world, he would become testy, and ask why I needled him with such pointless questions. I told him I asked him this because my time as a human woman had been a pleasurable one, and the other women I met and spent time with seemed as capable as any man their equal. But this had little impact on him; always the man would find a way to remove himself from the conversation without engaging with me.”
-The Spear Cuts Through Water, by Simon Jimenez
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“The old men would have you believe it shook out one way. That the road was but pain and glory. Sometimes, perhaps, life whittles itself down to those essences. Sometimes there is nothing we can do but sit in it.” She took a long drag and blew gray smoke up into the ceiling, where it lived like an opaque and swirling cloud of shape and texture. “But listen well when I tell you that your father, and your granjo, are wrong.”
What were they wrong about? you asked.
She shrugged.
“This is a love story to its blade-dented bone.”
“They used to dance.”
“Dances of such strange magicks,” your lola said. “It was the people’s magick. But as the reach of the Throne grew, and the ownership of the power was decided, dancing slowly lost its favor, relegated to the stale corners of tradition. It was dueling that became the way to express oneself…”
“Even in courtship,” she said, putting out her cigarette, “dueling ruled.”
How does one hate a country, or love one? […] I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?
— Ursula K. Le Guin – The Left Hand of Darkness (1969, p. 212)