January 2011
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December 2010
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two hundred and fifty two hours of driving
This was a year of traveling to near and not-near lands, strangers becoming friends and sometimes strangers again, empty tanks and push-starts and spark plugs and gas cans, of thumbs in the air, of blue and red lights in missing rearview mirrors. We drove and drove and drove and sometimes, just sometimes, we found what we were looking for. Sometimes we weren’t looking for anything. I typed...
sometimes I hate being a feminist/queer ally because whenever I watch movies I just get really upset/distracted by all the oppressive stigmas, stereotypes, language, etc, to the point where it sometimes ruins the movie.
"But women don't rape!" →
rachelhills:
“Female-on-male sexual assault is a subject people don’t talk about much. I assume it’s because heterosexual intercourse relies on the man having an erection, which to the less progressive, educated eye makes it physically impossible (never mind that a man can physically have an erection and still not want to have sex on an intellectual or emotional level). It’s also because -...
i am. i am. i am.
alyssasayshello:
at night my ribcage opens itself and the skin across my abdomen splits in two, and my dreams slip from the atmosphere into the empty space between my tender organs, swelling, settling, and resting—so in the mornings, i wake up with sore shoulders, achy knees; i wake up almost devoid of my humanness as slick skin wrapped taut across bruised bones and the weight of those...
fuckyeahangryfatgrrrls:
““Fuck these patriarchal beauty standards”. I hear you loud and clear, but women wearing pink and glitter and heels are not the enemy. And believe it or not, a whole bunch of women LIKE wearing that shit. We are not dumb, less feminist or watered down because of it… Feminism is not about laughing at other girls and making them feel insecure. Especially over...
My resignation letter to the LDS church.
I was raised mormon and have been inactive for over 4 years now, but I’ve yet to have my name removed from records. This letter will do exactly that, while hopefully inspiring whoever reads it to question their beliefs.
It’s long, but any feedback would be hugely appreciated. Here’s a short bit.
“The reasons I wish to resign are plentiful, and due to brevity concerns I...
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A lady on the bus once told me she studied geology at Stanford before women could pick their own classes and she learned that the earth changes slowly and gradually over time until the morning of her granddaughter’s bridal shower when the air was suddenly thick with ash and the town was sprinkled with a grey snow that wouldn’t wash away from the mountain named Helen not so far away....
indighter asked: are you back from your adventure?
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objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
He told me I was beautiful like a swan but I wanted to be beautiful like a storm because predictability is only intriguing when it’s absent. Deliberately he drove me mad(ly in love) and I’m anxious for the midnight drives and censored lies that coat our tongues still swollen from screaming apologies across passenger seats.
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complaining pt.V
I have arrived at my apartment in Portland after twenty hours of driving/flying/waiting in airports/standing in line/bus rides and I feel like pieces of my innards are missing and all the gooey stuff inside that makes things work are sinking and stretching and twisting and wrenching. Tonight I sleep alone. Early this morning I will drive to Boise where I will be in the presence of my best friends...
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When I was born, I didn’t cry. My shoulders were still inside my momma and I just opened my eyes and looked around, taking it all in. Not a sound. Eighteen years later and still I silently soak up the scenery through dirty car windows with someone else’s music tuned out from the deafening melodies of light spilled across the mountain range, just like the florescent kind that paint the...
“It’s genius, really. Shame women into being chaste and tell them that all they have to do to be “good” is not have sex. For women especially, virginity has become the easy answer— the morality quick fix. You can be vapid, stupid, and unethical, but so long as you’ve never had sex, you’re a “good” (i.e., “moral”) girl and therefor...
“The fact that anyone can be labeled a slut, at any time, with any level of...”
– from “‘slut panel’ postmortem: shame, shame, go away” on feministing. the whole piece is very good, but this section was especially good. (via avry, 63words)
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The word became flesh, and dwelt among us.
The poems I wrote became the crimson blood to quench your thirsty veins. My angry words of hollow truths became the bones that give you shape. The psalms of love my voice once sung became the path to end in lungs.
The slumber of the dreaming child who’s heard my humble lullaby, so these softer words of sleep give you those honest hazel eyes.
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N. Node is in 28 Degrees Sagittarius.
You will probably have many different contacts and acquaintances throughout your life. You’re quite gregarious by nature and your natural curiosity about others lets you take the lead in forming new relationships. You’ll form close ties with those who have similarly idealistic ideas — especially those who can stimulate you intellectually in your chosen field of interest. Your...
Day 1. What happened today? If it was the last day...
As most of you know I’m currently in North Carolina, and staying with an amazing person named Jason and his beautiful family. This morning I woke up (in smelly beard cuddles) to Jason’s dad coming in and very loudly asking if we wanted to go to the store (better than the first night I was in town when he screamed “WAKE UP! RISE AND SHINE!”). So we did. Katie (Jason’s...
Anonymous asked: any new years resolutions?
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There are pieces of the ceiling stuck in my hair and I’m going to have a nasty goose egg on my skull tomorrow but at least I was the first one to say happy birthday to Katie. HA
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A man has been cured of HIV. →
poopfasterkaty:
Love me without fear.
Trust me without questioning.
Need me without demanding.
Want me without restricting.
Accept me without change.
Desire me without inhibitions.
For a love so free…will never fly away.
I enjoy making out a lot so I must be a slut.
if they call you slut, so be it. embrace it. do what you want to do. what’s so wrong with showing affection? take back the word for yourself and it will have no power over you. “a slut is a person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you”
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long story short,
after a night of poetry night/dance party/hanging out with a Libra, a Sagittarius, and a Gemini I woke up on the floor in front of the fireplace at the Reed College Student Union building covered in sparkles, then walked 25 blocks with a gas can to put into the car I abandoned at 4am after driving too far without gas to help said Libra rescue drunken roommates.
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Anonymous asked: what makes you think you are a good person?
Anonymous asked: why do you have any self confidence? you're not even a good person....
I am the religious liberator!
I had this bad ass dream last night. For some reason I was forced to hang out at a mormon temple. I got lost in a labyrinth of creepy masonic symbols and finally found my way to a series of classrooms where people were watching General Conference (biyearly weekend of hour long speeches by the church CEO’s— uhh I mean leaders— that all customers— I mean members— are...
The Scale of the Universe MIND=BLOWN →
curiosityofmichael:
This goes from the very smallest thing that we think exists, to the largeness that we “think” the universe is.
this made me feel better.
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you know its time to clean your room when you can’t sleep because the smell of sour milk is too strong…
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The truth is that I find people as spectacles and...
I’ll read them in a day or two, maybe a week or month, and once I’ve got them all figured out they become characters in the stories I tell at parties but never again do I speak their name as human beings. Except for the few who’ve somehow eluded my understanding, who’s essence still tastes strange upon my eager tongue and those are the ones I clearly see separate from me...
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last night.
I’m lying in bed, listening a playlist titled sleepy winter, drifting asleep, and suddenly I have the overwhelming urge to look in my box of memories and add something to the pouch of little treasures I wear on a string around my neck. In the box I found a vile of my own DNA that I made in Bio my sophomore year. My Bio teacher, Mr. Cooper, seemed misguided and unsuited to teach biology, but...
