“Capitalist production is not merely the production of commodities, it is essentially the production of surplus-value. The labourer produces, not for himself, but for capital. It no longer suffices, therefore, that he should simply produce. He must produce surplus-value.”
— Marx - Capital Vol 1 Ch.16
𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟿 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: All this is too difficult. I am not sufficiently prepared. END ID]
Horoscope, Ancient Iran, by Imad al-Din Mahmud al-Kashi
Showing the positions of the heavens at the moment of Prince Iskandar’s birth on April 25, 1384
so the sixties happened and dykes came out in droves and dyke political action exploded in all directions. dykes began fucking other dykes and talking about fucking other dykes and writing about and filming and photographing dykes engaged in various sexual acts in greater and greater numbers. and then knock down drag out teeth and hair fights on the kinds of sex dykes were allowed to have started breaking out to the degree that they are remembered in the community as an all-out war between lesbians.
that’s the backdrop for the powerful erotic writing produced and published by dykes from the eighties onwards— dykes who valued sex, who respected the attitudes of other dykes surrounding sex (including and especially the decision not to partake in sex), and dykes who would never tell another dyke that she was oppressive to women and displaying inappropriately gendered behavior and betraying all of womanhood for pressing their fist inside of their lover when asked to. these writers linked the bioessentialism and paternalism that accompanied the diatribes from the anti-sex crowd and linked it explicitly to patterns of transmisogyny and white supremacy and ableism moving through lesbian communities.
dyke erotic writing is some of our most cutting edge political theory. it is part of the reading.
the fact it’s technically illegal to regrow/clone a lot of store produce because many of them are “patented” makes me so unbelievably violent and leftist
ever since I got into growing food I’ve discovered so much corporate evil in this place that most ppl either have no idea about or don’t care about. “what do you mean it’s illegal. it’s a plant” you are so close. keep going
no medicine or food on earth should be behind a paywall enforceable by prison time
Forêt glacée .. ‘Brumes’ series, 2017 .. (Expired 35mm film)
So weird that almost everyone you miss is only a phone call away. I’d call you but I can’t
“The best thing for anthropocentric dread, for individual anguish, for heartbreak, for illness, is interrupting your individuality. When you cannot walk, cannot move, cannot leave your bed you do not need to find a tree or landscape or butterfly to be. You can be a mote of dust. A potato bug vaulting across the room. The ten fungal spores that scintillate in each one of your inhalations. The anarchic bacterial legacy that melted into your very molecular makeup. The yellowjacket tapping his armored body against the closed window. Sometimes the answer is not to problematize your wounding, but to slip through it like a doorway into otherness. Other minds. Other types of anguish. Other animals and insects going extinct. Birds singing out courtship songs to mates that will never arrive.”
— Sophie Strand, The Birth of The Flowering Wand
Lesbian construction workers protesting for jobs, San Francisco
photo taken of leather dykes in london in 1988 | photo: del lagrace volcano
anyway not only did the “legalization” of cannabis in California fail to free Black and Brown people imprisoned for the sale and possession of cannabis, it also did not halt urine testing for cannabis as a means of re-incarcerating people on parole and probation, or change the fact that folks in California prisons who test positive for cannabis can lose visitation or be put in solitary confinement
the thruline here in case you missed it is that in states where weed is legal the state is still very much using weed as a pretense to steal people from their families
sorry i can’t hang out today. i have plans to lay face down in a river. yeah no it’s going to be an all day thing.
Three butch friends of mine finishing the basement of my first house around 1996. They worked for beer, and not even anything fancy.
Breakfast with an old friend. AKA the hammer wielding butch on the left of the “Three butches”photo. It had been over 10 years since we’d seen each other. Too long my friend.
Desiree Akhavan on getting into film // Dykes, Camera Action! (2018) dir. Caroline Berler
