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Putting this sticker back onto my ereader because it’s true (again).
This Pride Month, remember:
We're here, we're queer, we're really fucking tired so we're just gonna go straight to biting instead of feigning polite confusion if you're gonna be a bigot this time, just so you know.
Happy Pride!
Being crazy about a piece of media for any amount of time will leave a weird mark on you forever because years later you’ll see someone posting something about it like “can we talk about this frame” and you’ll be like “ah that frame. i know all about that frame. I was once a scholar of that frame.”
Nobody came to my pokeberry program which makes me sad, but on the other hand now I have a lot of pokeberry ink I can keep all to myself
ooh i have a pokeberry! i need to learn to make ink! what pretty color!
It's easy! Just put a lot of ripe pokeberries in a plastic bag, squash them real good, and then strain out the juice into another container. You can use white vinegar as a mordant for fabric, but if you're working with archival/art paper you shouldn't need to. I sprayed mine with a UV resistant fixative after it dried so the purple color should last for years. (Without any kind of fixative the color will eventually turn brown.)
Authors, agents, publishers: every part of the industry is seeing the strain of five years of escalating anti-LGBTQ censorship.
if you'd like to show support, here are some upcoming queer books:
When Life Gives You Corpses is a brilliant YA about a cursed praying mantis who falls for a young witch. Yield Under Great Persuasion is a raunchy, but surprisingly sweet story about two men repairing their relationship. Fabulous Bodies is a horror story about a queer rockstar rising from the dead.
This is Where the Future Bleeds is a fantasy set in a vividly imagined land, where two women (who happen to kiss) are the key to healing the broken sky. You're No Better is a story about a teen struggling in the shadow of his murderous parent. Oil on Canvas is about a woman who finds disturbing paintings in the home of her dead mother.
and then here's a list of 26 queer books by Black authors set to publish this year, and a 10 upcoming books by trans authors. if you want to fight back against queer censorship, use your wallet! or (if that's not an option) you can contact your local library and ask them to stock a copy.
Alex Rowland (Author of Yield Under Great Persuasion and several other amazing books!) has a kickstarter going on for their most recent book! Fantasy Romans! Fantasy Emperor Hadrian and Antinous! As an Academic Text! By a Fantasy Author! So cool right?? Check out in the link below! Five days left to back it and some seriously cool merch!
A new fantasy novel by Alexandra Rowland, author of A TASTE OF GOLD AND IRON, RUNNING CLOSE TO THE WIND, & YIELD UNDER GREAT PERSUASION
Nandor and Guillermo are having sex in their lair, if you even care. No, they haven’t said “I love you” yet. They’ll have a fight tomorrow and Guillermo will leave again, but they’ll be back at the lair to have angry sex in a week. Rinse and repeat for eternity.
I'm so glad wwdits was on FX and they could let Guillermo say fuck because if there was ever a character who deserved to say fuck it's him
graffiti discourse is so stupid why the hell would I give a shit if people spraypaint their names or do some cool paintings under a bridge
sorry didn't realize the bridge has to be plain beige concrete. that was a load bearing plain beige concrete if anyone tags it the whole bridge collapses
plot twist: the mothman was just a graffiti artist
graffiti discourse is so stupid why the hell would I give a shit if people spraypaint their names or do some cool paintings under a bridge
sorry didn't realize the bridge has to be plain beige concrete. that was a load bearing plain beige concrete if anyone tags it the whole bridge collapses
plot twist: the mothman was just a graffiti artist
what I really like about all these vintage couple’s portraits is that there is a very certain romatic decorum kept up – certain themes and poses – which, while of course being the mainstream preferred view of couples repeated throughout many studios, are just… so nice to look at.
this staged affection, a mix of theatricality and intimacy, the couple holding still for a couple of moments and now immortalised in a very set sequence of embraces and kisses. there is a charm to it even when I can’t tell whether this was a genuine couple portait or just actors hired by the photographer.
the kiss on the bare shoulder (eyes perfectly averted), the cheek caress, the piano and the violin, the interrupted embrace, the woman tilted back as in a half-stopped dance…
I simply must torment you a bit with these, let us see some of my personal favourites! (part one due to the image limit)
let us start with the kiss on the cheek (eyes averted! oh the pose! these were taken between 1910-1940)
or the nearly opposite energy (how daring!) of the kiss or caress with direct eye contact (1910-1930)
and then the innocent – yet so flirty – classic of the park encounter! (1890-1920)
and then the famed kiss on the bare shoulder – what an idea, what a vibe, such intimacy! (1910-1930)
and oh, I am not done, look at this – the adoration of the woman! look at this expression, this pose, this decorum! (1910-1940)
and then some of my favourites from the more playful or direct category, enjoy (1910-1930):
and, at last (thank you for still being here and witnessing my recent fascination with vintage polish photography) my three absolute favourites outside of any particular categories (1910-1930)
just look at her. just look.
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The main reason I’m pushing for people to stop using the term ‘pedophile’ and instead use the term ‘child sexual abusers’, is because since all discussions of child sexual abuse focus on this idea of an evil person who is just out to get kids because they are sexual attracted to them, it makes it hard for kids who where sexually assaulted by people who don’t fit that description to realize they were sexually assaulted.
It didn’t register for me until recently that my experiences of being forced to strip naked multiple times at the mental hospital to be ‘checked’ when I was 14 was sexual assault, because the people who did it were nurses/doctors who clearly didn’t find me sexually attractive but instead used it as a form of humiliation and control towards children they deemed as ‘unruly’ and ‘uncooperative’ (ie. children who asked to be treated like people). I thought only people who fit into this idea of a child attracted pedo could be child sexual abusers, so I thought my experience didn’t count.
Stepping away from the idea that there is a pedophile boggieman and instead highlighting that anyone can be a child sexual abuser will help more people realize that their experiences are sexual assault.
my stepfather would openly sexually harass me and my siblings at dinner while also loving the fantasy of killing pedophiles. whether he personally found our abuse sexually gratifying was frankly irrelevant to whether it traumatized us. whether he would be considered a pedophile or not doesn't change that he committed sexual abuse of children
I think in his mind there was a type of horrible person out there who does horrible things, and because he didn't think of himself as fitting that category, his actions could not be judged
Visited Poetry Daily again. I felt very glad that I am not a literary poet. It seems so terrible to me because of the muddling and lack of boundaries that is encouraged in regards to oneself and one's art, and the violence that being recognized as art in a serious way does to one's art. It's like another layer of abstraction. Everything has a kind of meaningfulness that is oppressive.
Are my negative feelings about literary poetry because of the terrible time in my life I was going through when I was reading so many, or the damage creative writing classes did to my writing, or simply because poetry didn't meet my needs when I needed it to? I don't know.
semi-off-topic question: how did your creative writing classes damage your writing? i ask beacuse i work with writiers and im always on guard for things that could push them to learn to gate writing
It's kind of hard to articulate. It's like I learned too much about what a "good poem" is or means.
I wrote a poem in my creative writing class about suicide. I was praised for opening up the floor for writings about vulnerable topics. I have never attempted suicide or really been suicidal though. In that I have considered heavily how it is possible to go on, but I have never fathomed killing myself. I don't really know why I wrote the poem. It is certainly good to try writing about many different things, some that don't reflect your own life. But what is a good poem? How to tell if a poem is good?
I became very disgusted with my own writing after I dropped out of college the first time. It felt like I had lost track of what made my writing mine. It was like I knew too much about how to write poems and my poems had become intelligible only to people who had taken similar classes as me and could sieve meaning, real or imagined, out of unstructured word-mush that used sharp and disturbing juxtapositions of evocative words but didn't say anything and weren't about anything.
Literary poems were initially so exciting to me. I liked the way strange combinations of words made distressing and flavorful images light up in my brain.
But I read hundreds and hundreds of the Literary poems (published in journals and such) and eventually it was like an illusion was removed. The words no longer seemed carefully chosen. It felt like there was nothing really "behind" the poems at all. It seemed like throwing together words at random would produce the same effects. There was not enough intentionality, and few of the poems had much of a distinctive style or were memorable.
I don't mean to be anti-intellectual or negative about poetry as an art. I've been exploring my very negative feelings about Literary poetry for a while. I just feel like poems should be something a person could appreciate if they came across it without having had those classes. If you showed a person without a specific kind of education a lot of Literary poetry they would be like "None of this makes any sense. I don't know what it's saying. It's like gibberish." You could only find any beauty in it if you very intentionally sat down with it in mind that "This is a POEM and it has MEANING" and were focused on extracting that meaning.
Maybe that's okay. I guess it is okay. I don't want to be like those guys bitching about Modern Art who are scared of anything that is abstract or weird.
Why don't I want to be like them? Because their range of understanding of the things that can be beautiful and meaningful is sadly small, and I believe everything is worth being curious about.
It's different though. Writing hasn't much physicality to it when it is digital, with the words displayed in a pre-determined font. I enjoy many modern art pieces because they are physical objects put together with hands. They embody and capture and encode a physical struggle between the medium and the body of the artist; the frustration I feel when I hold a pencil, striving to make the physical material of graphite and paper form into what my mind imagines.
Typed words don't physically resist in the same way. They don't seethe with the stochastic. All the poetry I have done since my poetry classes has been collage or blackout poetry because being able to just use any words I can imagine is so boring. I want the medium to resist me.
I'm getting way off topic. I hate workshopping. I think it's a terrible way to improve as an artist. No matter how many times you reassure students that they can choose to take feedback or not, the feedback still forms the universe of possible responses to your poem and things that could possibly be wrong or right with it. So you frame your changes within that universe.
This is not really getting at what I hate about workshopping though. I would only want to hear from people who either were absolutely crazy about my poem, or who absolutely hated it. Feedback on art from people who were indifferent about the art is worse than worthless. Why would an artist want to hear about how to improve their art from someone who felt nothing at all about it? I would say it's a waste of time to change the poem so the person who felt nothing likes it a little more. As though "Slight liking" is what people are supposed to feel about poems. I want to hear from the person who felt something, whether that something was positive or negative. What made them feel? Why?
I have some unusual opinions about art though. I think that when art is recognized as having artistic merit by, you know -- High culture. People who are important. People who are qualified to recognize artistic merit -- that is when the art becomes crap. It doesn't retroactively become crap once it is recognized as good, but subsequent art becomes more and more likely to be crap, the more likely it is that the art will be recognized as real art.
When a writer is accepted into one of those poetry journals, they have certainty of being taken seriously as art, treated as sophisticated, literary, and culturally valuable. And I think writing in the condition of striving toward that, kills the art. Or maybe recognizing an art form as having artistic merit kills that art form. I don't know. It's hard to articulate.
Maybe it's connected to my beliefs on intrinsic motivation. I think the best motivation for doing something is for no reason at all. Just because you can. Just because you want to. As human beings we all need that. Something we do because we just want to do it. And outside incentives being added, I think, might pollute that motivation.
We have all heard and felt that certain things are "cringe." But what IS cringe? I think that good art should feel a tiny bit embarrassing and make you want to cringe to some extent.
The gratifying, secure, comfortable hum of enjoying a piece of art that everyone agrees is good and intellectual and sophisticated, I don't think that's good. When you feel a twinge of anxiety or flinch of mortification, a threat to your ego and security as an appreciator of the Correct Art, that is much more indicative of good art.
That is just my opinion. I'm still forming my thoughts on these things.
Are they nice or mean?
Nice
Mean
I think they THINK they are being nice, but they are in fact unspeakably cruel.
they are the other two annoying unicorns in Charlie the Unicorn
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we bought a shirt at a thrift store that says "best mom in louisiana" for some reason (as a reminder we are in midwest germany) and now my spouse keeps walking around the house wearing it and saying shit like "WHO STANDS BEFORE THE GREATEST MOM OF LOUISIANA?"
this should be the most reblogged post on tumblr before it dies
hello! I hope you're doing well, and wanted to tell you that I sincerely appreciate your Tumblr presence and the journal entries that contribute to it -- I myself have been very intermittent about journaling, and seeing the way you revisit your journals from years and decades ago definitely encourages me to be more consistent about mine :)
I wanted to ask what the inspiration was for your username "remembertheplunge", if it's something that you'd be comfortable sharing.
Thank you for your kind words about my journal based blog. I love the fact that you journal and that my journaling over the years inspires you to continue on. My hope with the blog is that you use my journal entries as a point of reference for you yo do the same thing. My reviewing of the journal entries is a great gift. It's giving me my life back. Who gets that?
Regarding the blog user name, I'm an attorney. When I was exploring starting my blog in early February 2023 my secretary recommended Tumblr. She had a blog on Tumblr and she said she would help me get mine up and going. She and a friend of hers came up with a list of possible names for my blog. One of these names was Remember the Plunge. I swam from Alcatraz to San Fransisco in September 2022 and that was the inspiration for their suggestion. I went on to do the Alcatraz to San Fransisco swim again in 2023 and now often open water swim in the ocean.