dejando pasar la luz

[maricasybisexuales-blog]

Instrucciones para desarmar la maquinaria del pinkwashing y el homonacionalismo

Sospeche de toda política pública que dice protegernos a través de dispositivos punitivistas

Descrea de la promesa de confort que le da el ser integradx a través del consumo

Expropie de la cultura gay normativa aquello que nos pertenece

Critique la participación de la burocracia gay en políticas de ajuste

Renuncie al consenso como lenguaje político de nuestra protesta sexual

Desfonde el imaginario represivo que dice “esto no se puede hacer, esto no tiene nada que ver conmigo”

Impugne el uso de nuestras identidades para administrar las fronteras civilizatorias de lo humano

Reniegue de la ilusión “gay-friendly” que enmascara el impacto de la violencia

Rechace de forma urgente la incorporación a las fuerzas represivas del Estado

Claudique ante toda imagen que pretenda docilizar nuestros modos de vida

Recupere esa calle que ha dejado de ser un lugar de lucha, encuentro y placer

Desprivatice el placer; usted puede ser desobediente sexual en más lugares que su cama

A.M.B. ASAMBLEA DE MARICAS Y BISEXUALES NOVIEMBRE 2017

[morphodyke-blog]

trans disposability is so normalized that

1 most lgbt people, including other trans women, participate in it

2 its almost always impossible to call out a distinct instance of it because it always gets narrativized as legitimate, so instead you have to look for broad multi-year patterns of people being excluded or kicked out over minutiae

3 it would honestly be hard to change without getting cis to recognize how they constantly fundamentally dehumanize and devalue trans women

4 every interaction is, for a trans woman, a terrifying negotiation for the continued potential to have social connection, making social interactions constantly traumatizing and banishing any possible sense of comfort or community

5 structurally formative as a repetitive trauma to trans women in such a way that we either reflexively overwork to please anyone around us or have breakdowns of social detachment, but that our very personality and social performance is always contingent on the ways we might be cruelly banished

6 a matter of life or death for us since we are often cut off from our families, have little access to work, and often don’t have access to any normal routes of community inclusion due to… the fact that we’re disposable in every space. its a situation that through recursive looping escalates into a crisis

like… it’s bad for trans women, really bad, on a level that non-trans women still seem barely capable of acknowledging or grasping

[icelikevinyl-deactivated2018010]

our flight attendant is the most dramatic homosexual who literally just instructed the whole plane to close grindr and put our phones on airplane mode and i’m in love

[cigarettesmokeandexyracquets-de]

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned” and “Sorry Daddy I’ve been bad” both mean very similar things but have wildly different connotations

[allthingslinguistic]

New favourite example of linguistic register. 

[revoltedsadness]

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I imagine all my cis friends laughing at tranny jokes whenever I’m not around. I can hear the sound of rain outside and I’m grasping for the words to say this. There is nothing I love more than an honest storm. Broken dishes. Dead grass. The time has come for me to be alive and for you to stop speaking. Please stop speaking. Please, oh please stop speaking. I have never felt as alone as this, I say every day. I have never felt so alone. I’ve built houses in corners of houses and filled them with all of my longings. My strength. My pride. My beauty. My woman self. I read another comments section of an article about trans women and I want to die. To not exist. To let them win. I don’t let them win. I circle the drain and kiss my fingers hello. I welcome them back. This complex trauma responds only to the dialectical. Only to the heat and the cool, the death and the life. Only then is it lifted for a moment to let me breathe. I breathe the sweet air and stare at the hillside, and then at the road, and then at the cars, and then at the sky. All so unsure of themselves. All so softly shaking in place. All so beautifully living.

Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

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for queers, make up is not only about correction and emphasis; it’s also about exaggeration, breakthroughs, and self indulgence. Exaggeration is about making things bigger and more prominent. Exaggeration takes up space. Breakthroughs come with the boldness to try things unthought of. And self indulgence is about treating ourselves well in a world that doesn’t pay us enough (money) nor treats us with all the respect we deserve. We are not always only interested in covering up certain parts of ourselves and then accentuating what we think are our assets. Queer make up isn’t always neat, natural, and pretty; it can also be trial-and-error, freaky, and totally unnatural. It’s like, I love blue and yellow, I should wear them all the fucking time, so why not put it on my fucking face???

Make up, my bane and saviour

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On February 7, 1979, Pluto crossed over Neptune’s orbit and became the eighth planet from the sun for twenty years. A study in 1988 determined that Pluto’s path of orbit could never be accurately predicted. Labeled as “chaotic,” Pluto was later discredited from planet status in 2006.

Today, I broke your solar system. Oops.My bad. Your graph said I was supposed to make a nice little loop around the sun.

Naw.

I chaos like a motherfucker. Ain’t no one can chart me. All the other planets, they think I’m annoying. They think I’m an escaped moon, running free.

Fuck your moon. Fuck your solar system. Fuck your time. Your year? Your year ain’t shit but a day to me. I could spend your whole year turning the winds in my bed. Thinking about rings and how Jupiter should just pussy on up and marry me by now. Your day?

That’s an asswipe. A sniffle. Your whole day is barely the start of my sunset.

My name means hell, bitch. I am hell, bitch. All the cold you have yet to feel. Chaos like a motherfucker. And you tried to order me. Called me ninth. Somewhere in the mess of graphs and math and compass you tried to make me follow rules. Rules? Fuck your rules. Neptune, that bitch slow. And I deserve all the sun I can get, and all the blue-gold sky I want around me.

It is February 7th, 1979 and my skin is more copper than any sky will ever be. More metal. Neptune is bitch-sobbing in my rearview, and I got my running shoes on and all this sky that’s all mine.

Fuck your order. Fuck your time. I realigned the cosmos. I chaosed all the hell you have yet to feel. Now all your kids in the classrooms, they confused. All their clocks: wrong. They don’t even know what the fuck to do. They gotta memorize new songs and shit. And the other planets, I fucked their orbits. I shook the sky. Chaos like a motherfucker.

It is February 7th, 1979. The sky is blue-gold: the freedom of possibility.

Today, I broke your solar system. Oops. My bad.

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271 Years Before Pantone, an Artist Mixed and Described Every Color Imaginable in an 800-Page Book

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No Yard? No Problem: The Best Balcony, Rooftop and Patio Gardens

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10 Inspiring Balcony Gardens

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i have exactly one (1) tattoo and it says “your very flesh shall be a great poem” and it is from the intro to leaves of grass

(i have not actually read the entirety of leaves of grass, for shame)

(my feelings on walt whitman are mostly: sometimes he says beautiful things, sometimes he says the most masc4masc grindr bullshit)

people, as they do, ask what one’s tattoo says

i feel like it is very very obvious what these words are saying

they are saying:

let’s think about the body as text

let’s think about what it means to be in a state of constant becoming, what it means to be an eternal “shall be”

let’s think about transforming ourselves in ways that we find beautiful and meaningful and poetic and in ways that are unclear and opaque and earnest and not earnest

let’s live our bodies fluidly and kindly

one time an (older, gay man) coworker asked me what my tattoo said and i told him and he was like “that’s kinky” and it was Very Very Very Uncomfortable

last week i went to a professor’s office hours and he asked me what my tattoo said and i told him and he was like “well i’m sure that means something deep” and i stared at him blankly

one time i went to a talk by jasbir puar and they had free wine and i got very tipsy because social anxiety and then someone asked me what my tattoo said and i tried valiantly to EXPLAIN (“the body as text! constant becoming!”) and they stared at me blankly and then someone else introduced me to jasbir puar using the wrong pronouns and as someone who was “also queer and south asian” as though that was why i was there

i just need to know that i can be beautiful or if not beautiful malleable or if not malleable impermanent and transient and ephemeral and poetry

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to U.R.

a post-love letter to my ex, whose initials are U.R.

u. r. exactly what u warned me u'd b. of course, I didn't believe u, @ the time.

y, then, did I believe u when u made so many promises u couldn't sustain

[inauthenticities-deactivated201]

SLOKA’S DESIGN PRINCIPLES: 1) all contrasting neons all the time 2) paisley>floral>damask>lace>polka dots>plaid>argyle>stripes>solids 3) glitter trumps all 4) if it doesn’t remind you of lisa frank, you’re doing it wrong 5) no such thing as excessive animal prints

[returnthegayze]

To the femmes, the sissies, the fags, the gurls know that your beauty cannot be translated into gender. Never forget that the reason they hate you is because they have built a cage around their heart and called it a six pack. Never forget that your ancestors were once regarded as holy not only because of the composition of your body, but because of the way you gave healing to your communities. So see your femme as a collective process of empowerment not a hedonistic guise of neoliberalism. Despite your glory do not forget that you are not a queen. This sacred position is reserved for your mother and all the womyn who have paved the way for you. Never forget that your femme may be more palatable than others’ because of you have the privilege to have been assigned male as birth.

(FEMME)IFESTO

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Lily Myers, "Shrinking Women"