Cosmos. Oil on wood, 2022
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Cosmos. Oil on wood, 2022
“I’m just shape-shifting again.”
- Lady Gaga by Marilyn Minter for The New York Times
“The sea was good on her body; it was, for her unbearably erotic. She sunk into a sleep that smelled of nightflowers–”
— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “The Sleepwalker,”
Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig
Powerpuff Girls was actually a show about a group of small children crushing the patriarchy and no one will convince me otherwise
“my history books lied to me. they told me i didn’t exist.” a quote from alta in the special lesbian issue of big mama rag vol. 1 no. 5, october 1973
im starting a gang and we’re gonna go out and destroy every golf course. rip up all the grass and replace it with native plants and fruit trees and shit. we move at midnight be there or be a casualty of the revolution
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Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
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fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone
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