God this weekend was so good. Put out a bomb ass zine spread i feel rlly good about, met someone irl I’ve followed on twitter for like years and they are incredibly lovely. forgot that i feel like myself more when i engage w/ people who share my interests. And get off twitter where everyone’s just like, kissing the resistance committee’s ass. I’ve been feeling so isolated and stuck in my circuit where i just run into the same few ppl but there’s literally so many friends out there i haven’t met yet
Don't sabotage your identity trying to name it. Let it be undefined, permeable, mixed, peculiar, unapologetically authentic. Be in peace with being unprecedented, with not fitting anywhere, with being adrift. Before flight, there's a free fall.
we need more spaces for horny people who are sober thats why im opening a slutty gay cafe. its even more sexual than gay bars and also we will serve paninis.
[“A basic premise of straight culture is the idea that gendered bodies, especially women’s bodies, require purification and modification to be desirable—shaving, perfuming, toning, refining, shrinking, enlarging, and antiaging. But in queer spaces, it is often precisely the hairy, sweaty, dirty, smelly, or unkempt gendered body that is most beloved. I recall the first time I entered a gay men’s sex shop, in the 1990s in the Castro district of San Francisco, and encountered a barrel full of lightly stained and dingy-looking “used jock straps” for sale. It was my introduction to the fact that there were people in the world who desired men’s bodies so much that they wanted deep, intimate, and seemingly unconditional contact with them—even and especially the parts of men’s bodies that straight women seemed to want to avoid.
Most straight women I knew, no doubt due to their socialization as girls and women, appreciated men’s bodies for their sexual functionality but not as a site of objectification that they were excited to dive into and explore—to smell, taste, or penetrate. Similarly, I have been to dozens of dyke strip shows, burlesque shows, drag-king shows, and sex shows in which women’s armpit hair and leg hair and facial hair or their body fat or their genderqueer bodies have been precisely the objects of the audience’s collective lust. Fat bodies and hairy bodies are also staples of queer dyke porn, not relegated to a fetish category. In other words, queer desire is marked by a lustful appreciation for even those parts of men’s and women’s bodies that have been degraded by straight culture. Like a food adventurer who delights in those parts of the animal or plant deemed undesirable by the narrowing of mainstream tastes, queer people’s desire for the full animal has been less constrained. Recognizing this suggests that gay men may have a deeper or more comprehensive appreciation for men’s bodies than do straight women, just as lesbians’ lust for women is arguably more expansive and forgiving than straight men’s. But most importantly, because queer circuits of desire do not rely on the erotic encounter of “opposites” embedded in a broader culture of gendered acrimony and alienation, queer lust need not reconcile a conflict between wanting to fuck and generally disliking one’s fuckable population.”]
Jane Ward, The Tragedy of Heterosexuality
The romanticization of Hawai’i only tightens America’s grip on my people.
We are not the land of Lilo and Stitch. We are not a paradise.
We are a nation suffering.
There are only around 600,000 Native Hawaiians left. Only around 200,000 of them live in Hawai’i.
Hawai’i has the second largest homeless population in the nation, falling just behind New York. There are 19 million people in New York. Hawaii only has 1.4 million people. Yet their homeless rates are neck and neck. A majority of those experiencing homelessness in Hawai’i are Native Hawaiian.
Tourism destroys sacred land. Mountains are moved to make room for telescopes. People live in tiny concrete apartments that cost $2k a month because the rich move to the islands to carve their own paradise. My people spend every night praying we can afford to eat the next day
The Navy poisons the water over and over. They lie and say it’s safe. People fall ill. Then they dump the waste into the ocean and promise to do better. They lie.
End the romanticization of Hawai’i. There is no paradise under American occupation.
I wish I could feel more like friends with my roommates. We’re very polite with each other in commons spaces and coexist fine on logistic stuff but I rarely feel relaxed enough to just want to hang out with them, or I’ll try it and I get antsy and bored. I’ve had some living situations that felt more personal but not for a while
Hot tip: You don’t actually have to tell every doctor/psychiatrist/medical professional you encounter about your entire medical history or all your conditions. If you have a stigmatized condition or one that you think would cause doctors to not give you what you need, just don’t tell them about it! If there’s no referral or communication between medical professionals, this is very easy to get away with.
Lying to doctors is in fact awesome and you should do it as much as would make your life safer!
Also if you’ve been diagnosed with a label that you find unhelpful or untrue, you can also just decide to undiagnose yourself in your heart!
nov. 1. 2019: snoqualmie tribe buys salish lodge and adjacent land for $125 million, halting nearby development
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