January 16, 2011

Read Saul Williams

“she has eyes
like two turntables
mix(h)er
in between
my dreams and reality
blend in
ancient themes

the bass is of isis
(basis)
cross-faded to ankh
the beat drops
like a cliff
over-looking
my heart.”

And no…I still haven’t seen Slam.

XOXO

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January 19, 2011

Let’s Talk About Sex, Baby.

“Is a man just an animal, and is a woman not an animal?
Is the name of the animal power?
Is it true that the man wishes to see the woman
hurt with her own pleasure

and the woman wishes to see the expression on the man’s face
of someone falling from great height,
that the woman thrills with the power of her weakness
and the man is astonished by the weakness of his power?

I’ve seen rain turn into snow then back to rain,
and I’ve seen making love turn into fucking
then back to making love,
and no one covered up their faces out of shame,
no one rose and walked into the lonely maw of night.”

- excerpt from “Adam and Eve” by Tony Hoagland

You can read it all at: http://buoy.antville.org/stories/355622/

XOXO

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It was the one day she was big enough to dig her escape hole, and small enough to get out it.

- Galway Kinnell

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January 22, 2011

Don’t imagine my bare shoulders, my hair hanging loose, as I dance through empty rooms. Don’t think of my thoughts, my laughter, my umbrella, my tongue, my tall black boots, my way of sighing.

- From “Song of an Ex” by Beth Gyles.

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March 7, 2011

Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof, were his; yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. He was a thing of the wild, come in from the wild to sit by John Thornton’s fire. Because of his very great love, he could not steal from this man, but from any other man, in any other camp, he did not hesitate an instant; while the cunning with which he stole enabled him to escape detection.

- Jack London, “Call Of The Wild.”

Never love a wild thing.

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April 28, 2011

Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.

- Oscar Wilde (via justkeepyourheadabove)

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June 12, 2011

“From girlhood on, females learn how to use terroristic tactics of exclusion, ostracism, and shunning to police one another. Studies show that boys may fight with one another in competitive conflicts rooted in envy or jealousy but rarely employ long-range terroristic tactics to “ice” one another. Girls compete often to the death, and by that I mean the symbolic murder of one another. All this essentially woman-hating behavior continues into adulthood. It is woman-hating because it is rooted in the same fairy-tale logic that teaches us that only one female can win the day or be chosen. It is as though our knowledge that females lack value in the eyes of patriarchy means we can gain value only by competing with one another for recognition.”— bell hooks, Communion: The Female Search For Love, pg. 130-131. I’m sick of all the maliciousness. When will we ever understand that if we ever expect to be better, we can’t just keep on hating? You’re only destroying yourself when you set out to bring someone else down, be it to their face, or behind their back. Any way you do it, it’s not flattering, so please stop, for every woman’s sake. You need to know that you’re better than all of that. Rise above it. …And in the meantime, if you’re being hated on, brush it off. It’s nothing. It’s the jealous and competitive words and actions of someone else, so let it affect their day, and not yours. Just keep being emotionally beautiful and intelligently integrious. XOXO

“From girlhood on, females learn how to use terroristic tactics of exclusion, ostracism, and shunning to police one another. Studies show that boys may fight with one another in competitive conflicts rooted in envy or jealousy but rarely employ long-range terroristic tactics to “ice” one another. Girls compete often to the death, and by that I mean the symbolic murder of one another. All this essentially woman-hating behavior continues into adulthood. It is woman-hating because it is rooted in the same fairy-tale logic that teaches us that only one female can win the day or be chosen. It is as though our knowledge that females lack value in the eyes of patriarchy means we can gain value only by competing with one another for recognition.”— bell hooks, Communion: The Female Search For Love, pg. 130-131.

I’m sick of all the maliciousness. When will we ever understand that if we ever expect to be better, we can’t just keep on hating? You’re only destroying yourself when you set out to bring someone else down, be it to their face, or behind their back. Any way you do it, it’s not flattering, so please stop, for every woman’s sake. You need to know that you’re better than all of that. Rise above it.

…And in the meantime, if you’re being hated on, brush it off. It’s nothing. It’s the jealous and competitive words and actions of someone else, so let it affect their day, and not yours. Just keep being emotionally beautiful and intelligently integrious.

XOXO

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June 20, 2011

Slut-bashing” is a cheap and easy way to feel powerful. If you feel insecure or ashamed about your own sexual desires, all you have to do is call a girl a “slut” and suddenly you’re the one who is “good” and on top of the social pecking order.

- Leora Tanenbaum (Harper Paperbacks, 2000.): Slut! Growing Up Female with a Bad Reputation, p. 238.

I’ve been dating for the past 7 years of my life. In those 7 years, I’ve had 3 boyfriends, 1 one-night-stand, 2 feel-good hook-ups, and a handful of undefined relationships. I’ve slept with exactly 7 guys. Roughly, that equates to one man per dating year. Furthermore, I’ve had relationships/involvement/friendships with all 7 of them outside of our sexual history. Now, the average number of sexual partners for a North American heterosexual woman, according to Durex’s worldwide survey, is 9. That means, technically, that I am below average. In other words…I’ve slept with less men than the average Girl Next Door. Your 63 year old professional accountant neighbor Mrs. Crunchnumbers has probably slept with more men than I have. Do you think that makes her, in her cardigans and Crocs, a slut? Can’t even wrap your mind around the thought that someone like her could be considered a “slut” for having had sex with 13 men? Well, there’s your answer: We’re either all sluts, or none of us are sluts. So, trying to “slut-bash” me for having an active, healthy, carefully monitored and contentious, very choosy sex-life is like telling your neighbor, your bank teller, your Early American History professor, or your aunt or mother that you think they’re a slut, too, for having sex with a different partner either more than once, 7 times, 9 times, or 34 times.

The thing is, you can’t shame me because I’ll admit to every single sexual encounter that I’ve had, and I’ll do it loudly, and proudly. I’ve been with nice guys, bad boys, assholes, and everything in-between. I’ve had good sex, bad sex, normal sex, and stellar, mind-blowing, take-me-to-the-Moon sex. As a result, I’ve learned more about my body, my self-health, my emotions, my intuition, and myself than I ever would have had I stuck a chastity belt on it or limited myself to under a certain number of partners in fear of being called a “slut.” When it all comes down to it, who do you think is happiest with their sex life— the people calling other people like me sluts, or the people actually having good, caring, sexual lives?

It’s a 4-letter word, just like “dumb,” “dull”, “shun” or “prat”. Don’t let it define you for fear of being who you really are, or what will make YOU happy.

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The boyfriend read aloud to me from “The Complete Sherlock Holmes” today while I was bedridden with cramps to try to put me to sleep…at first, it was all “Very sorry to knock you up, Watson, but it’s the common lot this morning. Mrs. Hudson has been knocked up, she retorted upon me, and I on you,” and “The ejaculation had been drawn from my companion by the fact that our door had been suddenly dashed open, and that a huge man had framed himself in the aperture,” but after awhile, he started getting really into it and doing voices and everything, and then I dropped right off.

This is how you know you got a degree in something to do with English and/or writing. Your bedtime stories are Arthur Conan Doyle.

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July 8, 2011

Why Astrology Is At Times Terrifying:

“Both [Libra and Gemini] are aesthetically inclined, moved by beauty, acutely disturbed by untidiness, ugliness, and disorder. Since Gemini is quicker, she will often be the one to follow her Libra man around, picking up his discarded socks and banana peels. In return, he will probably not deny her the money (if he has it) to make their surroundings ever more comfortable and beautiful. More often than not, the nest of these two love birds is charming, tasteful, pleasant to the eye, and probably full of books.”- Linda Goodman’s Love Signs. 

This morning, I picked up the socks by the bed and laundry on the floor, put them in the hamper, and then rearranged my bookcase and admired his.

Linda Goodman, creepy astrology psychic.

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July 20, 2011

Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.

- Hunter S. Thompson (via ribbedatum)

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August 2, 2011

Sometimes when I dream, I sense a part of me that’s missing. It’s a strange feeling having your heart remember something your mind can not.

Frances Hodgson Burnett, “A Little Princess”.

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I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take her genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

John Green, “Looking For Alaska”.

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