Echinopsis Cacti in Bloom by Greg Krehel

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Echinopsis Cacti in Bloom by Greg Krehel
Stinging nettle in the sun light
Valeri Larko, Train Trestle, Boston Post Road, 2020, Oil on canvas
my favorite faces 2019: (instagram account linked in name)
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baiyang, devita, lucia
jill, ceval, mancie
laras, isis, nyarach
priscilla, alakiir, liye
monica, astrid, anita
Young Deer Gathering - Seiho Takeuchi, 1924
Japanese 1864ー1942
Given the outright sympathy so many modern white LGBT and women display for female/gay monarchs, nobility, and symbols of white supremacy/white conservatism, if historically imperialist/colonialist regimes and conservative nations weren’t concurrently homophobic and misogynistic, you’d find a lot more white female/white LGBT support for them, that’s for sure. And that’s all facts, no printer. As it is white women overall tend to support white supremacy but even white LGBT people would be far more openly conservative and openly in support of white supremacy (as many are now since the advent of homonationalism) if supporting conservatism didn’t clash with their interests.
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I don’t have a body…I am a body….I don’t own my body….my body is me
not 2 be fake deep but…capitalism commodifies everything, even the self. You think about your body as though you are outside of it. You assign a value to it based on how well it can help you move thru the world. I stand outside of myself saying “at least this body is still young, at least this face is still beautiful. These are things that will help me make it.” Your body becomes a thing. But the whole time your body has been you, and so you become a thing.