y’all. i am going to make the best art and i am going to make it for you. if you donate five dollars to funding my pilgrimage on kickstarter you will be a plainum level sponsor, you will receive everything from me as a special thank you. i will enshrine your names in the sonoran desert, in the st. lawrence river, in the backyard of my family home, credited as assistant producers. you feel me? do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?
(Source: Spotify)
Gone to Europe without Internet/phone access for two weeks. Gonna sneak vodka in water bottles with my dad. Gonna write in my journal and hope that the “friends of Dorothy” cruise ship meetup is full of old queens who will like me even though I don’t have gaybait hair anymore. Gonna see some Bernini and Michelangelo and have emotional reactions to arts. Gonna swim for hours in an infinity pool, the kind that’s a treadmill for swimming and not the kind that’s for rich people from California.
Yesterday I found my beloved Beyonce booty shorts, the ones with “irreplaceable” written across the back. Everything is a sign always.
What I am saying here is this: don’t just open your eyes. It’s not enough.
Seeing my pencil skirt isn’t enough to tell you I’m femme. Seeing me with a butch isn’t enough to tell you I’m femme. These signifiers can be hints–take them as an invitation to your senses, all of them. Especially the senses that are deeper than the usual five, your sense of space, of proximity, of vibes, if you will. Noting the aesthetics of clothing or makeup or hair is not enough, because aesthetics are not enough to convey something as complex as one’s gender/identity. When we rely on aesthetics, we get lazy and reductive. When we are lazy, we make people invisible by refusing to recognize them, as what they are and as part of our communities–for identities are intelligible only in communities. When we are lazy, we take trans femmes for drag queens and straight white hipsters for femmes. In our laziness we reduce the entirety of femme to the singularity of an aesthetic: one type of body (with tits), one way of dressing, one way of partnering and fucking. Question your desire. Do more. See more.
”— Femme Post III on [real] Cuntext (via cuntext)
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made it to the roof of low for the first time last night with my girl recessive triangles. crawled through windows and climbed up walls real mission impossible-like.
so long columbia, its been real.
“These laws say there’s one law for pregnant women and another for everyone else. For everyone else suicide is a mental health issue. For a pregnant woman, it’s a crime.”
—Linda Pence, the lawyer representing Bei Bei Shuai, an Indianapolis woman charged with murder and attempted infanticide after attempting suicide while pregnant
Photo: AP, Quote: The Nation
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Mary Jamis, a lesbian woman, was ARRESTED yesterday after she and her partner sought a marriage license in North Carolina.
oh my god. :’(
wait those police officers are definitely dykes tho
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