the ideas “the stigma against menstruation is rooted in misogyny” and “not all women experience menstruation and not all people who menstruate are women” can coexist, and the same idea applies to most health and body related feminist issues
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the ideas “the stigma against menstruation is rooted in misogyny” and “not all women experience menstruation and not all people who menstruate are women” can coexist, and the same idea applies to most health and body related feminist issues
Detail of The Annunciation and Expulsion from Paradise by Giovanni di Paolo, ca. 1435
Toyin Ojih Odutola (detail)
Lulie Wallace
Joanna Newsom lyrics (2/?) - Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie
Say, honey, did you belong to me? Tell me honey, was your heart at rest When, darlin, all the mourning doves were howling us A song of love’s oh godawful lawlessness?
Lady Diana Bridgeman, date unknown, Harold Speed (1872-1957)
Yashima Gakutei – Crabs near a tide line, Japan, 1827
A nightingale flies nearer the roses. A girl blushes. Pomegranates ripen.
Rumi, A General Introduction. Tr. Coleman Barks. (via shored–fragments)
Georgia O’Keeffe in 1931 with her painting Horse Skull With White Rose.
Lohengrin, 1913
opera by Richard Wagner
illustration by Willy Pogány
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Hecate Triforma by Alberto Abate.
why does my heart go on beating? why do these eyes of mine cry? don’t they know it’s the end of the world? it ended when you said good-bye.
How I lost you, and how I never had you, and how much I loved you.
Lillian Hellman, from Collected Plays; “Days to Come,” (via violentwavesofemotion)