Bleeding Heart, Bloody Mouth

mav. Queer. NBthey/them Sociology & Art & Righteous Rage

[yuri-sandwich]

you’re soooooooooo literate….. strap me?

[theabundanceofintention]

you ask me what i want to be when i grow up

it’s two a.m. and the answer is

yours

there are other things, of course, all very aspirational

maybe i publish a book and pretend to be surprised

maybe the sun sets perfectly in front of my camera

maybe i win the lotto and buy everyone i’ve ever loved

a small ridiculous kingdom

but mostly i must hold you in the ocean

nothing ambitious about it

just your body, the water,

the sun doing its best impression of approval

in 2013 i stood in front of kylemore abbey

a castle poured out of devotion into Irish hillsides

and whispered to a camera,

i will find a love like this one day

which sounds dramatic, sure,

but the camera didn’t complain

now i know i have known you across dimensions,

lifetimes, badly organized dreams,

every timeline where i’ve been running late

and you’ve been exactly on time

in this one you arrived right when i needed you

like a bus i’d already given up on

i am in love with you abruptly

no warning label, no onboarding process

i have no interest in sensible

sensible has never written me a poem

or stayed up this late

we are building a world together

out of concepts, google docs,

screenshots, oceans,

the way you say my name like you’ve just remembered where it goes

i saw you and my heart said

oh, there you are

as if we’ve been saving you a seat

in every poem

every half-finished sentence

every photograph where the light

was waiting for someone

exactly your shape

- a seat saved for you, by mav

[hugmeonce]

dryhumping in a “god i just want to feel all of you” kinda way

[theabundanceofintention]

I’m not even a girl and yet….

[anxietyproblem]

[geekysteven]

[thoughtportal]

[powerrangersystem]

[lickystickypickyzzz]

If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”

Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.  

“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”

The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.

He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.

From top to bottom: 

Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke €(herring with potatoes and cottage cheese). Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.

Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.

Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.

The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.

Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).

Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).

Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).

Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).

Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.

[desertislandcomics]

Love conquers all (or at least it’s better than the alternative) by John Broadley

[ziplocbagharry]

[unwelcome-ozian]

[sadsocietypress]

[plasticblisss]

[theabundanceofintention]

The things I have learned since January

1.

When you miss someone, you learn how popular their name is. My heart jumped waiting in line for ice cream, buying books, contacting customer service, and picking up packages. There are dreadful things in the world: one of them is hearing the name of someone you wish was closer and finding the wrong body attached to the sound.

2.

The moon can wish itself to be the sun and I can wish myself to be the one, but the moon still rotates around the earth and I cannot make someone want me.

3.

In war we prepare for bombs and crash landings, but still we hear of devastation, still we fill up hospitals. In love, in life, we prepare for the cold grip of rejection and still dread finds home in our bodies. If the world was fair, it would lessen the blow, but good people die, the satisfied have more bodies to comfort them than the lonely, and it still hurts to realize some people will not miss you even after you decide to leave.

4.

When you whisper how you want them and their response is to take the crown for emotional detachment, take your heart back from their hands and put it where it belongs. When your smile leaves as you walk into their arms, when you keep your kisses to yourself, when you write poetry and it falls on blind eyes – deaf ears – pack up your sentiment and start untying your attachment. 

5.

As you find yourself writing “remember you are not happy,” remember you are not happy. When you dream of their lips, reminisce about the way they felt between your thighs, when you crave kisses and fear loneliness, remember. You are not happy. When you are not happy, leave.

6.

When they laugh at the idea of giving you a back rub, run. When they fail to make you cum, run. When all the plans that came out of their mouth find themselves forgotten, run. When you spill sentiment, share secrets, and they utter words like uncomfortable, run. When they see your undressed body and praise it, but bruise your naked soul, run.

7.

Happiness is a self-fulfilled prophecy, sensitivity is not a war crime, expression is not just for those who do it quietly, and giving is not a weakness.  Remember, those who wear their hearts on their sleeves and go to war are braver and mightier than those who hide it behind armor. 

8.

Love counts even if it is not in the form of a lover that brushes the hair out of your face. A friend who keeps your tears in their palms and reminds you that you are ocean vast and beautiful, loves you. Remember, she called you from a bar just to whisper how home was anywhere you were next to her. We are so picky. We call ourselves unloved when it is anything but poetry romantic, but what a disservice it does to those that have always been behind us picking up the pieces and telling us we are so fucked, but we will be so much better than fine. 

9.

The ones who show you attention do not always want your affection. When you reach out,  hopes high that you will have someone to kiss again, be weary. Never be scared.  No is the worst you can get and be patient, there will be someone else. 

10.

You will hurt and telling people your emotions will feel like you are just letting all of the blood pour out of your body in a suicide confession. This is not the case. When the sadness gushes out of your mouth you are not ridding yourself of anything but the toxic isolation you convinced yourself you deserved. I can feel sad, but I will not always be. I can be hurt, but I will not always hurt. You are entitled to everything that you feel and really, everything will be okay.

[dagatesofheaven]

help ! i was vulnerable and i can’t take it back !!

[catchymemes]