I lie down for a motherfucking nap and my neighbor starts blasting his hipster music shit. This is the same neighbor who has listened to porn without headphones in. I am really excited about the time when we will no longer be neighbors.
ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
So this is why Mormon dress standards demanded sleeves on every shirt.
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Hello, I wrote a rant.
Sky in Fayetteville, AR after the storm that just passed through, the same one that just tore apart Moore, OK.
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This semester I learned that “platonic relationship” refers to Plato and has nothing to do with plate tectonics.
I would like to take a moment of appreciation for the gift I got from the professor who hired me as a research assistant: a glass stein that says “VC History” on the front, and “Time for Another Draft” on the back.
I have her a card and a replica of William Jennings Bryan’s 1908 campaign button.
My Vassar life. What is it.
"And there is, for me, no difference between writing a good poem and moving into sunlight against the body of a woman I love."
— Audre Lorde, ”Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power”
Earlier I was sitting by the lake after my final and a spider ran up and down my jeans and then I just assumed the spider had run back into the grass, but I came home and was sitting on my bed twenty minutes later when the same spider ran up my hand, so I took it to the window and set it free.
I like spiders. It’s been a long day. I hope the spider has a nice existence.
I’m getting a new bike, and I have so many feels.
1985 Schwinn World Sport, ice blue. Sold by a lovely graduating senior who’s “looking for a good home.”
I’m a little ridiculously excited.
It’s time to retire my Nimbus 2000. As in, the bike I have had since I was 11 years old that has a piece of duct tape on the down tube that says “Nimbus 2000.”
99 percent of the times i see a cat, i have to drop whatever the hell i’m doing and acknowledge that there’s a cat and say hi to the cat and walk up to the cat and try to pet the cat
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- Audre Lorde’s The Master’s Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House
- Audre Lorde’s Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power
- Aurora Levins Morales’s Radical Pleasure: Sex and the End of Victimhood
- bell hooks’ Cultural Criticism & Transformation
- Chandra Talpade Mohanty’s Under Western Eyes: Feminist Scholarship and Colonial Discourses
- Combahee River Collective Statement
- Dorothy Allison’s A Question of Class
- Judith Butler documentary
- Leslie Feinberg’s We Are All Works in Progress
- Paula Gunn Allen’s Who is Your Mother?: Red Roots of White Feminism
- R.W. Connell’s The Social Organization of Masculinity
- Sandra Lee Bartky’s Foucault, Femininity, and the Modernization of Patriarchal Power
- Sandra Cisneros’s Guadalupe the Sex Goddess
- Sojourner Truth’s Ain’t I a Woman?
- Susan Bordo’s The Body and the Reproduction of Femininity
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Somehow, my shit always gets done.
