Many years ago, in a Women’s Studies class studying the lives of 19th century women, the professor spoke at length about the importance of not imposing contemporary constructs onto exploring the history of those who lived before under vastly different circumstances and with vastly different concerns and influences. There exist copious archives of women writing letters to other women that were emotionally intense, full of expressions of love that from a language perspective could be described as, “romantic”. In the 90’s with the advent of Queer Studies and a general cultural shift towards re-examining the past through the lens of…
These 100 reasons to Vote For Biden rather than just Against Trump has been going around facebook. But I think it is also important to have it in an easily shared link. A nicer way to view it.
I was very much for Hillary and then very much for Warren and even, Julian Castro and then………………….But I am sincerely excited to vote for Biden. In these very weird, apocalyptic days, I am wanting us to turn the tide of total destruction and I think these two might very well be able to do that.
If you read it all the…
Facebook Post — 2018
“I hate “we’re fucked.”
I mean, I don’t want to shame anyone who has said it, thought it, or posted it. I have too. But as a philosophy, as a statement of belief, I hate it. Because it means you’ve given up.
We are absolutely NOT fucked.
Things are so bad. This country has taken a turn that I could never have predicted. It is absolutely fascist, nativist, and extremist. It’s every bit as scary as it seems.
But we are not fucked.
I read a long-form article on the Russia hacks in the New Yorker…
I am so cool
No really, I am
composed, and Indifferent,
A walking challenge in red lipstick
I am so cool
That I smoke
Enough to know how to hold that prop just right but not too much, because then it would be merely, a bad habit
and unfazed by rejection
or so it seems.
So good I make you think there is no prying to be done.
decadence and deprivation
Days of nothing just make up for that escargot and pheasant under glass.
Because if it isn’t beautiful I won’t do…
[T]he feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. It is about a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and become lesbians. ~ Pat Robertson, July 1992
The so-called Battle between the Sexes is a conflict based on the notion that men and women are fundamentally different. Long-held beliefs based on a pre-civilization disparity has created a profound imbalance, that, even now in the twenty-first century, we are still reeling from. Some have addressed this problem by creating works of intellectual greatness and others have battled against…
(I am publishing purely as I am using this as a transcript for a surrealism performance tonight)
There is a city in my mind that I regularly visit when I dream. It is a city of many bridges and train tracks though never any train. This city is always familiar but never the same, the streets shift and the houses change color, buildings grow and collapse and sometimes there is a market where music plays.
On one of these visits to the city I was pulled towards a particular house, amongst all the others that were now pink this one…
To The Stink
We are the stinky ones.
We cannot wear silk.
Well, we Can wear it but it is one of those fabrics that announces, through dark sweat stains, our considerable stinkiness. Denim is good for us. And so are sequins. The sequins don’t care.
We are the ones you should definitely have remove our shoes when we come into your house. The whole world is on our heels.
Digging through our purses will likely reveal tobacco flakes and old Band-aids and ink seeping pens, scribbled on napkins and maybe, an apple core.
Our clothes, usually acquired second hand…
“Myth is the facts of the mind made manifest in a fiction of matter.”
Deep in the bowels of a basement in the Mission of San Francisco I once witnessed filmed bodies writhing and dancing while seemingly possessed. Film any environment of transcendence; a rave, Glastonbury in 2002, a Phish concert and the probability of possession doesn’t seem quite so far fetched however, these particular bodies and these particular people moved beyond human possibility. Human bodies are not supposed to do that. It was disturbing. …
“Two or three things I know for sure, and one is that I’d rather go naked than wear the coat the world has made for me”. ~Dorothy Allison
They are infamous lips — colored red and strewn across the sky. Observatory Time: the Lovers by Man Ray is an iconic painting that most will recognize even if they don’t know the title. Few however, know that those lips belonged to a real person who was also a significant artist and the first woman to go on the front lines as a combat photographer in WWII. …
She and I would often talk for hours after class and on one of those afternoons while I smoked too much, she asked me the strangest question,
“It must be hard for you?………………………………………Being pretty.”
Well, what a damn flummox. For there in the midst of my never spoken but arrogant assumption that life was hard for her, a veritable tipping over of the world commenced. Her questioning went right up against the ingrained cultural edict bred into my very skin that being pretty is a good thing, a desired thing, a desperately wished for thing. Certainly, not a hard thing.
I write and trouble make