Women Holding Strange Creatures by Quentin Blake
Anthony Bourdain (sexiest thing you can do on a date)...
“...you learn a lot about someone when you share a meal together. If your date makes the experience uptight and restrictive, well, the sex is going to be horrible too. ...I don't have much patience for people who are self-conscious about the act of eating, and it irritates me when someone denies themselves the pleasure of a bloody hunk of steak or a pungent French cheese because of some outdated nonsense about what's appropriate or attractive. Stop worrying about how your breath's going to smell, whether there's beurre blanc on your face, or whether ordering the braised pork belly will make you look fat. Eating with abandon couldn't be more of a turn-on: it shows that you're comfortable with yourself.
A perfect date is with a person who eats without fear, prejudice, or concerns about his or her appearance. I remember one of my first dates with my wife (Ottavia): She ordered a six-pound lobster. I sat there, enraptured, watching her suck every bit of meat from it—she got a standing ovation from the floor staff. She's the kind of woman who will order filet mignon as an appetizer followed by a T-bone steak. Her fearless, open-minded approach to food is completely alluring. For a dinner date, I eat light all day to save room, then I go all in: I choose this meal and this order, and I choose you, the person across from me, to share it with. There's a beautiful intimacy in a meal like that. It's about exploration and taste. And kissing after dinner. And maybe there's a little wine and curry on your breath... and that's nice.”
You want to know a LGBTQ+ historical fact that is not centered in the US?
LGBTQ+ movement started developing in Brazil during the 70s, while there was a right-wing dictatorship here (it must be a surprise to some of you that right-wing dictatorships existed).
There was a newspaper called “ChanacomChana” (translated it would be something like PussyWithPussy) made by lesbians and they used to sell this newspaper on a bar that later kicked out the lesbians from there and prohibited that newspaper to be sold there.
On August 19th lesbians, feminists and other LGBTQ+ activists went to that bar to protest which led to the end of the prohibition of the sale of the newspaper.
This is why here in Brazil on August 19th we celebrate the “Dia do Orgulho Lésbico” (Lesbian Pride Day).
Source: cnnbrasil.com.br
You want to know a LGBTQ+ historical fact that is not centered in the US?
LGBTQ+ movement started developing in Brazil during the 70s, while there was a right-wing dictatorship here (it must be a surprise to some of you that right-wing dictatorships existed).
There was a newspaper called “ChanacomChana” (translated it would be something like PussyWithPussy) made by lesbians and they used to sell this newspaper on a bar that later kicked out the lesbians from there and prohibited that newspaper to be sold there.
On August 19th lesbians, feminists and other LGBTQ+ activists went to that bar to protest which led to the end of the prohibition of the sale of the newspaper.
This is why here in Brazil on August 19th we celebrate the “Dia do Orgulho Lésbico” (Lesbian Pride Day).
Source: cnnbrasil.com.br
"Cultural familiarity with gay stereotypes (cis men, promiscuity, circuit parties, and HIV) are not because that’s what gayness is or what gay experience is, but because that’s how the category was constructed in order to uphold myths about straightness, purity, and monogamy. In other words (and this also from Foucault) homosexuality wasn’t invented in order to give gay people better healthcare or more respectful employers, it was invented (perhaps analogously to the way Columbus “discovered” the American continent) in order to increase the reach of power, to map out, identify, taxonomize, and regulate what exists, what is known, what can be.
This idea, that these categories are historically and culturally dependent, is important to me.
One reason it’s important to me is because we are in the century-long process of the categorical invention of the trans woman. Hannah Arendt wrote (I actually can’t remember where or I would cite it, maybe somewhere in Between Past and Future) that it was fundamentally different to be a Jewish person before the foundation of the state of Israel. She didn’t mean better or worse, more fucked up or more liberated, but just that there was a shift in consciousness for people with this identity around this historical event. And I wonder about this with transness, what was it like to be a transgirl in the 50s, or the 1850s, and how did girls then feel and act, how did they relate to their bodies, how did they think about ideas we have now like passing or dysphoria. Did they feel like girls, or like women, or like ghosts, or like some other thing I wouldn’t think of off the top of my head because I live in a particular historical time, such that my parents rented the Crying Game on VHS and watched it with me when I was 10, and so I already knew before I knew the word “trans” that if I fooled a man into thinking I was a girl and tried to have sex with him he would think I was disgusting. I bet 1950s or 1850s girls like me didn’t think of dysphoria as Cartesian, as a bad map drawn by a sick mind on a healthy body…but they might have."
— hannah baer, trans girl suicide museum
Wendy Brown, “Undoing the Demos: Neoliberalism’s Stealth Revolution,” 2015, pg. 67-68.
When Mitski said: “I spent all my teen-age years being obsessed with beauty, and I’m very resentful about it and I’m very angry, I had so much intelligence and energy and drive, and instead of using that to study more, or instead of pursuing something or going out and learning about or changing the world, I directed all that fire inward, and burnt myself up.” I felt that.
I want you to write for pleasure—to play. Just listen to the sounds and rhythms of the sentences you write and play with them, like a kid with a kazoo. This isn’t “free writing,” but it’s similar in that you’re relaxing control: you’re encouraging the words themselves—the sounds of them, the beats and echoes—to lead you on. For the moment, forget all the good advice that says good style is invisible, good art conceals art. Show off! Use the whole orchestra our wonderful language offers us! Write it for children, if that’s the way you can give yourself permission to do it. Write it for your ancestors. Use any narrating voice you like. If you’re familiar with a dialect or accent, use it instead of vanilla English. Be very noisy, or be hushed. Try to reproduce the action in the jerky or flowing movement of the words. Make what happens happen in the sounds of the words, the rhythms of the sentences. Have fun, cut loose, play around, repeat, invent, feel free.
Ursula K. Le Guin, Steering The Craft
a little larger than the entire universe - fernando pessoa // hafsa qasim // rosewater1997 // iphigenia in forest hills - janet malcolm // img // genesis 3:6
maurice sendak // late afternoon by patrick saunders // oranges by gary soto // @tessathompsun // sweet generous fruit by @julykings // the nuisance by marge piercy // @nathanielorion // orange sunrise by mickie cierno // the orange by wendy cope // our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks by christopher citro // still life with basket and six oranges by vincent van gogh // moonlight (2016) barry jenkins
transannecarson
@soracities // Old Woman Peeling An Orange by Edward E. Simmons // Spat Out Spit by Lady Lamb // Dreaming of Pomegranates by Felice Casorati // The Thirteen Letters // Peeled Orange by Ion Andreescu // Nectarines by General Vibe // The Little Fruit Seller by John Singer Sargent // Tintin in Tibet by Mount Eerie // The Side Effects Of Eating Too Many Clementines by Alessia Di Cesare
old movies, public domain, classics, other such stuff
^^^ download rates at rarelust/rarefilm are shite unless u pay – someone consider doing one for the team and buying cheap download rate and then upload to google drive for funsies? suggestion.
^^must pay moneyz to access but looks worthwhile, not all tht expensive i guess for ur buck if ur super interested
ffilms exists, if ur too scared to go on 123movies/putlocker
myduckisdead (same thing as rarefilm/rarelust)
the entirety of scientific american frontiers online (it’s on season 4 because i love alan alda)
rarefilmm (different, but the same)
plex for people who amass media and want an easy way to share it to others
shoutfactory tv (their youtube channel also uploads a lot of stuff)
notices as of oct 14 2019:
- ffilms has been down for some months and there is no news on whether it’ll come back
- classicmoviesez is down too
- just put down kanopy for the fuck of it
general advisories as of feb 25 2020
- although ffilms is down, ffilms was jst a host for a multitude of films floating around on ok(.)ru — searching your movie on google with ok ru at the end will get u a result, but only on google (for those like me who use other search engines)
- the same method can be used by adding vk dot com instead
- that’s all for now, hope to find other sources and places soon
old time radio 1 and 2
primewire, openload, flixtor (for films released in the last 6 months and tv shows in the last 3), gowatchseries, etc… these i consider mildly less shifty compared to other 3rd party sites. reminder that these domains are only current as april 20 2020 and like most video hosting sites are subject to change
Mark Fisher on unemployment and the job search
“Why can everyone else do it and not me? When I was unemployed, I was convinced that an absolute ontological gulf separated me from work. Work — which, like “being in a relationship” — would automatically confer on me the status of being a Real Person. But the horrific irony was that one couldn’t achieve this status. You couldn’t become a Real Person by getting a job. It was the other way round: only Real People could get work. Being unemployed wasn’t a cause of shame; rather the sense of shame which I carried around as if it was the core of my being was what prevented me getting a job. So my job applications and interviews had an air of total hopelessness about them. I know there’s no way you would give the job to an insect like me, and we both know I couldn’t do it even if by some miracle you offered it to me, but… It took me years to realise that job interviews were a ritualised exchange where the point was to determine whether you knew what the right communicative etiquette was, and that telling the truth made you some weirdo. Surely even those who have not been in the Castle know that one doesn’t behave like that… Being a postgraduate student was little better than being unemployed — not least because it was regarded (by me as much as anyone else) as a way of avoiding work. (A friend once remarked that, in most circles in Britain, it would be less shameful to confess to being a drug addict than to admit you were a postgraduate student in an arts subject.) But I only “avoided work” because I didn’t think I could do it (...)
For me, it was absolutely a question of being projected into a space between classes. When I did work in factories, I was either pitied or pilloried. Every job seemed impossible: manual work because of my feckless diliatoriness, graduate jobs because, well, I wasn’t the sort of person who could do them. Me, a teacher, a journalist or a lawyer — surely not. Is there anyone who has caught the agony of this state of worklessness better than Morrissey? The useless jouissance of refusing what was anyway impossible: “No I’ve never had a job/because I’ve never really wanted one”, “No, I’ve never had a job because I’m too shy…” I do sometimes think that the implicit political position in those handful of early Smiths songs was one of the most powerful of the Eighties. Singing “England is mine and it owes me a living” at the time of three million unemployed and the Miners’ Strike… Rejecting the masculine destiny of Fordist worker at the very moment when that destiny was being denied to the working class (“No, we cannot cling to the old dreams any more”)… Rejecting, that is to say, all of those working-class homilies about the dignity of labour… If there was a militant dysphoria in Morrissey it was here… and the dysphoria was absolutely integral to the militancy: incapacity as refusal. Failure as negative capability. I’d rather be me miserable and shy than a successful communicative capitalist (...) [M]any members of my family have never encouraged me to write, and continue to regard it as a “hobby”, doing everything they can to put pressure on me to get “proper work”… Contrast this with the bourgeois kids doing unpaid internships for years on end…”
—Mark Fisher, The Collected and Unpublished Writings of Mark Fisher: “no i’ve never had a job...”
I just read an essay about how one of the worst things a women can do publicly is eat (especially alone), because it shows that women have desires that benefit them (and only them) personally, which is viewed as selfish. So the act of women eating in horror movies (sometimes cannibalistically ala raw) is either empowering or horrifying depending on the audience it’s presented to.
anyway just read There’s Nothing Scarier Than a Hungry Woman I was losing my mind over it at work
