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In calling me deceptive, Varner invoked one of the most odious stereotypes of transgender people, a stereotype that is often used as an excuse for violence and even murder. In proclaiming “Zeke is not the guy you think he is” and that “there is deception on levels y’all don’t understand,” Varner is saying that I’m not really a man and that simply living as my authentic self is a nefarious trick. In reality, by being Zeke the dude, I am being my most honest self — as is every other transgender person going about their daily lives.
—  Zeke Smith wrote a guest piece for the Hollywood Reporter about being outed as transgender on Survivor, and it is too good for one quote to do it justice. Read the whole thing here.
I think of reading like a balanced diet; if your sentences are baggy, too baroque, cut back on fatty Foster Wallace, say, and pick up Kafka, as roughage. If your aesthetic has become so refined it is stopping you from placing a single black mark on white paper, stop worrying so much about what Nabakov would say; pick up Dostoevsky, patron saint of substance over style.
—  Zadie Smith, “That Crafty Feeling,” Changing my Mind: Occasional Essays
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The Beatles Childhood Homes in Liverpool

John Lennon
Mendips, 251 Menlove Avenue
with Aunt Mimi Smith sitting reading a newspaper in the lounge

Paul McCartney
20 Forthlin Road in Allerton

George Harrison
174 Macket’s Lane
with Louise Harrison in the kitchen

Ringo Starr
10 Admiral Grove
with Elsie Starkey and Harry Graves (Ringo’s step-father) sitting together in the lounge 

If You Give Sherlock a Biscuit

If John gives Sherlock a biscuit, he’s going to ask for a cup of tea.

When John gives him the tea, Sherlock will probably ask him to put milk in it.

Once he’s finished drinking his tea, Sherlock will want to look in the mirror to make sure he doesn’t have a milky-tea mustache.

When he looks in the mirror, he might notice his hair needs a trim.

So he’ll probably ask John to trim it for him.

After the trim, he’ll complain about all of the little bits of hair that have gotten inside his shirt.

He’ll ask John to undress him.

Once John has undressed him, he’ll want to have a bath.

So John will have to run the water, and add just the right amount of bubbles.

When the bath is ready, Sherlock will climb in.

But he’ll feel lonely, so he’ll ask John to join him.

If John declines, Sherlock will splash him.

And then John will have to take off his wet clothes.

Once his clothes are off, John might as well get in the bath.

When they’re both in the bath, Sherlock and John will take turns washing each other.

Then Sherlock will want to take a shower, to rinse off all of the bubbles.

Being in the shower will remind him of being in the rain.

Thinking about the rain will lead to thinking about umbrellas.

And thoughts of umbrellas will turn to thoughts of Mycroft.

Which will make Sherlock cross.

So John will have to give him a kiss to cheer him up.

If John gives him a kiss, Sherlock is going to ask for another.

And another.

And another.

Pretty soon, all of those kisses will lead them to the bedroom.

And to some rather strenuous activity.

Which will make Sherlock thirsty.

So… he’ll ask for a cup of tea.

And chances are, if he asks John for a cup of tea, Sherlock’s going to want a biscuit to go with it.


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That Connection [2/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tech!Reader

Warning: Swearing, angst (come on guys it wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t a little drama in this) and umm sassy, witty, playful banter.

A/N: This is a spin off of Criminal Minds Penelope x Morgan relationship, only they end up together at the end. haha. There will only be like 5 or 6 parts to this at the most. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you want to be tagged.

You being the tech analysis for the Avengers, you’re at their call 24/7 specially when they take off on missions. You have a great relationship with the whole team, but the playful, witty banter you have with Steve is next level, your his favorite girl and he’s your blue eyed god. Little does he realize you’re harboring a deep, brooding love for him, now if only he returned the same feelings.

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Your heels click on the floor under you as you make your way down the office hallway, thumbs clicking away as you text, briefly looking up you see Nat, Wanda and Clint looking out from the meeting room. Quickly you enter through the side door.

“What are we staring at?” You don’t look up still texting away.

“Did you miss the show?” Clint asks with a small chuckle.

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March 26th 1830: The Book of Mormon published

On this day in 1830, the Book of Mormon was first published at E.B Grandin’s New York bookstore. The founder of Mormonism, Joseph Smith Jr, claimed that he had been visited by an angel called Moroni who told him of ancient writings on golden plates which described people God led to the Western hemisphere before the birth of Jesus. These plates were supposedly found by Smith buried by a tree near his home. Smith said he was told by Moroni to translate the plates into English and publish them. Smith initially struggled to find someone to publish the book as many considered it fraudulent and blasphemous. Smith and his friend Martin Harris began work on translating the Book of Mormon, with Smith dictating by either reading directly or using seer stones placed in a top hat. It took eight men and boys working 12 hours a day, six days a week, for almost eight months to print the initial 5,000 copies, which went on sale in March 1830. The building in New York where the Book of Mormon was first published and sold is now the Book of Mormon Historic Publication Site.

Reading list for the summer:

Some of you have written asking for recommendations for things to read over the summer. I just read things that I’m in the mood to read, but these are some of the books I’d like to read this summer.

Prose (Fiction, mostly)

How To Be Both, Ali Smith (currently reading)
The Waves, Virginia Woolf (currently reading)
The Ministry of Utmost Happiness, Arundhati Roy
Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
In the Skin of a Lion, Michael Ondaatje
In Other Words, Jhumpa Lahiri
Cat’s Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut
Fugitive Pieces, Anne Michaels
The Awakening and Other Stories, Kate Chopin

Poetry

Louder Than Hearts, Zeina Hashem Beck (currently reading)
Citizen, Camille Rankin
alchemies of distance, Caroline Sinavaiana-Gabbard
Incarnadine, Mary Szybist
This Far Back Everything Shimmers, Vicki Husband
Extracting the Stone of Madness, Alejandra Pizarnik
A History of Colour: New and Selected Poems, Stanley Moss

Other

Woman and Nature, The Roaring Inside Her, Susan Griffin
Danube: A Sentimental Journey from the Source to the Black Sea, Claudio Magris
Mythologies, Roland Barthes
Mussoorie and Landour: Days of Wine and Roses, Ruskin Bond
Blue Nights, Joan Didion

In my low periods, I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves? And what was the ultimate goal? To have one’s work caged in art’s great zoos- the Modern, the Met, the Louvre?
I craved honesty, yet found dishonesty in myself. Why commit to art? For self-realization, or for itself? It seemed indulgent to add to the glut unless one offered illumination.
Often I’d sit and try to write or draw, but all of the manic activity in the streets, coupled with the Vietnam War, made my efforts seem meaningless. I could not identify with political movements. In trying to join them I felt overwhelmed by yet another form of bureaucracy. I wondered if anything I did mattered.
Robert had little patience with these introspective bouts of mine. He never seemed to question his artistic drives, and by his example, I understood that what matters is the work: the string of words propelled by God becoming a poem, a weave of colour and graphite scrawled upon the sheet that magnifies His motion. To achieve within the work a perfect balance of faith and execution. From this state of mind comes a light, life-charged.
—  Patti Smith, Just Kids