Max Nonnenbruch (German, 1857-1922)
The Archer
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Max Nonnenbruch (German, 1857-1922)
The Archer
I could use a tropical Pokemon resort right about now...
I remember once looking at a picture of Jesus, painted on a plate, that hung on the wall in our kitchen and asking my father, "Is Jesus a man or a woman?" . . . If he was a man, I had no idea what sort of man. Certainly, no man I knew had long hair. . . . It was not only the hair, however, that made me suspect Jesus might be a woman. It seemed he was always doing something a woman rather than a man did in terms of the gender vocabulary I understood then. He suffered. He healed. He wept. He provided care. He was a kind of male mother, I thought.
from "My Father's House" by Don Belton, in Wrestling with the Angel: Faith and Religion in the Lives of Gay Men (1995), ed. Brian Bouldrey
joan steiner in art to wear - julie schafler dale (1986)
William Morris (1834-1896) Tree of Life
My brain: You have so many tight deadlines. So many things on your weekly schedule. So many important jobs. You have to get important work done!!!
My hands:
˙ʇɐqʇᴉnɹɟ ɐ ǝɯoɔǝq oʇ pǝpᴉɔǝp ǝʌ,I
ROMEO + JULIET (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann
EMMA. (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde
the white-green gradient of a freshly chopped spring onion…. c'est magnifique
isnt this beautiful
theyre called broad shoulders because theyre for women
#dads
Mimosa. Postcard by Yuri Ryakhovsky (1976).
Roasted chicken, ginger, daikon, shiitake mushroom soup with lime, cilantro, broccoli sprouts, and rice noodles
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Drawing Animals. Written and illustrated by Maurice Wilson. Published in 1964.
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“I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse. I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem. Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo. When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to. And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe. I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy. I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.”
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Curious Georgiana (via grrrlstudies)
I know I’ve reblogged this before, but it bears re-reblogging (?). This is how you respond to abuse, this is how you give people control over their bodies/uteruses, this is how you act as a generally non-judgmental and compassionate person. I love this story so fucking much.
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