Galatea Wakes Up

Queer critical theory student in Portland,OR. "In such a society as ours the only possible chance for change, for mobility, for political, economic, and moral flow lies in the tactics of guerrilla warfare, in the use of fictions, of language." - Kathy Acker

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Andy Ellison works at the BU medical school in Boston where he frequently works with a research-only MRI scanner. Over the past few months he’s been sharing some fantastic animated gifs of his calibration and quality control scans using assorted fruits, vegetables and other plants.

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Defacement (The Beating of Michael Stewart), 1983

Jean-Michel Basquiat

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in my experience, the greatest way cis women have been able to actively been an ally to me is to simply be with me in public spaces that are explicitly gendered, there’s a shielding effect it has that is invaluable

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My ftm partner fears going out alone. He still gets harassed when we're together, but much less. Seeing that I'm his shield has led me to contend with my privilege to move through public spaces with relatively little fear that I won't come out alive.

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Bringing out the secret self?

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http://sobadsogood.com/2015/03/23/20-god-awful-kindle-book-covers-need-be-destroyed-right-now/

These are too great to be destroyed though.

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Perhaps there is nothing more radical than a student who proclaims `I would prefer not to learn.' Such a statement should not be read as mere apathy or laziness, but rathar as a political rejection of the very logic of learning within capitalism.

Tyson Lewis, It's a Profane Life: Giorgio Agamben on the Freedom of Im-Potentiality in Education.

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Never stay up on the barren heights of cleverness, but come down into the green valleys of silliness.

Wittgenstein

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A Coconut Octopus (Amphioctopus marginatus), a species that gathers coconut and mollusc shells for shelter, Lembeh Strait, Sulawesi, Indonesia by Steve Jones

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evasden:

Neco z Alenky (Alice), Dir. Jan Švankmajer, 1988. (y Otros)

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Source: Engaged Pedagogy by bell hooks

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Construction of the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco 1930’s. 

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Janet Mock and Laverne Cox are wonderful “possibility models,” but they are not enough. I want — we need — more: More than liberal righteous anger, we need concrete funding for trans shelters, scholarships, program grants. More than nihilistic leftist rhetoric, we need creativity and transformation. We need people to stop talking about how trans women get killed all the time. We need people to start telling us that they won’t let us die. A week ago, I posted this Facebook status: “Every time I see an article about trans women being killed, I remember that someday I may die that way.” Within the hour, a half-dozen cis folks had commented that they were sorry that we lived in a world where I had to live in fear. I wanted to feel touched, but I just felt dread. Feeling sorry will not protect me on the street in the night when a man decides that I am too odd-looking to be allowed to live. Posting articles about trans women’s murders will not stop it from happening to me. It only increases my certainty that I will be alone on that street, in that night, when the moment comes at last that my numbered days have run out. A bit later, another friend, also a trans woman of color — and one of the fiercest, most fabulous girls in the city — sent me a private message. In it, she promised that “it” wouldn’t happen to me. That she would protect me, somehow, some way. And reading it, I cried for the first time in this terrible year of murdered sisters. Because no one had ever said this to me before. No one had ever cared or dared enough to make that promise: to tell me that I would live. Young trans girls, I have a story to tell you: Ever since I was a tiny child, I knew I was girl. Everyone I knew tried to convince me otherwise, and when I refused to be persuaded, they told me I would die. But I didn’t. I found a band of audacious sisters, and we lived, laughed, loved, even in the midst of all that hatred. I am looking for you, looking out for you. We can change this story together. Next month, I turn 24.

Someone Tell Me That I’ll Live: On Murder, Media, and Being a Trans Woman in 2015 (via drbrucebananer)