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January 17th, 2012

hysteriarama: To Our Radical Boyfriends, With Love “YOU MAKE US WANT TO QUIT MEN. YOU MAKE…

hysteriarama:

To Our Radical Boyfriends, With Love

“YOU MAKE US WANT TO QUIT MEN.

YOU MAKE US WANT TO QUIT POLITICS.

YOU MAKE US WANT TO MARRY RICH AND RETIRE EARLY.”

There is an unfillable void inside me that hungers endlessly for angry sexy dating advice from violent feminists. No Bosses No Boyfriends is one of the few sites that can satiate that longing. See also No One is Sovereign in Love, with Berlant and Negri, and that Judith Butler essay where she talks about coming undone with grief and desire. The best theorists and radicals talk romance.

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January 17th, 2012

"The life of a tutu depends on the perspiration of a ballerina and the cleanliness of her partner."

“The life of a tutu depends on the perspiration of a ballerina and the cleanliness of her partner.”

- Real talk from the “Behind-the-Scenes Secrets of the Costume Department” page on the NYC Ballet website. Obviously this raises more questions than it answers.
January 17th, 2012

I’m not saying that this surf video set to the…



I’m not saying that this surf video set to the Ocean’s Kingdom soundtrack is so totally TRIPPY that the ballet could possibly be a letdown, because we are talking about a PAUL MCCARTNEY BALLET here, and STELLA DID THE COSTUMES, but still it is setting the bar for Saturday night pretty high.

January 17th, 2012

fyeahwomenartists: Kathryn ClarkWhat Goes Down Usually Comes…



fyeahwomenartists:

Kathryn Clark
What Goes Down Usually Comes Up, 2010 

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January 17th, 2012

milkeemountainmama: i can’t even take one more person coming at me with their new found belief in…

milkeemountainmama:

i can’t even take one more person coming at me with their new found belief in radical change and asking earnestly what is the point of X movement if you don’t believe even the worst people can change. i mean, just start spitting out some mlk quotes and be done with it already. **rolls eyes**

I radically changed my HAIR once, does that count FOR NOTHING? I have to do MORE?

January 17th, 2012

superseventies: A fashionable couple, 1970s.



superseventies:

A fashionable couple, 1970s.

January 17th, 2012

Texan roommate, in the other room: YES! The president has come out against SOPA!

Texan roommate, in the other room: YES! The president has come out against SOPA!
Me: WHEN WILL BE LIFE BE FREE OF GUYS WHO ONLY CARE ABOUT NET NEUTRALITY
January 17th, 2012

"We find out the heart only by dismantling what the heart knows. By redefining the morning, we find a…"

“We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within the body.”

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“Tear It Down,” Jack Gilbert (via clavicola

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January 17th, 2012

guerrillamamamedicine: Jean-Michel Basquiat: The Radiant Child…



guerrillamamamedicine:

Jean-Michel Basquiat: The Radiant Child (Part 1 of 7) (by CuChoileain)

eek!  radiant child is on you tube…the whole thing!  woohoo! 

It’s brilliant.

January 17th, 2012

pussy-strut: once i was at a party and i started yelling at this dude because he didn’t know…

pussy-strut:

once i was at a party and i started yelling at this dude because he didn’t know “straight up” was a paula abdul song. (j.cole’s “workout” was playing.) “like from american idol?” he said. “how can you not know that!” i screeched, harpylike. “what is wrong with you!” i wanted to know what was wrong with him. that was when i knew i should probably leave, so i did.

please move to brooklyn