November 2011
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Confession by Louise Glück
To say I’m without fear— It wouldn’t be true. I’m afraid of sickness, humiliation. Like anyone, I have my dreams. But I’ve learned to hide them, To protect myself From fulfillment: all happiness Attracts the Fates’ anger. They are sisters, savages— In the end they have No emotion but envy.
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“Since the notion that we should all forsake attachment to race and/or cultural...”
– bell hooks (via bhavitavyata)
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Chopin’s Nocturne in c# minor as performed by...
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“The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own...”
– Oscar Wilde (via pacify-eris)
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“I would give up every sin and dull the edge of each
day that passes in order to...”
– Alex Stolis, excerpt from “the shape of everything (chapter 2)”
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“Sex-negative messages don’t keep people from having sex. […] They blur the...”
– http://sexpositiveactivism.wordpress.com/2011/07/12/166/ (via olivicat)
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“And there’s the constant question of what to do with the rest of your life....”
– Jonathan Carroll (via holdonmagnolia)
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Hymn to All the Men I'll Never Love by Julia Copus
My heart, sing praises to the men I’ll never love; from whom a night away’s just that — a night — and not a lifetime in the desert without food and water. It’s because of them that breakfasts can be eaten, Lord, appointments kept, and letters left to lie where they have fallen; men with whom a perfect evening may be nothing more than beer and cards outside beneath the lean-to where straight-talk...
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“Women who are too sexual aren’t taken seriously, and women who aren’t sexual...”
– Greta Christina
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I Believe In You, Neil Young
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“But the cinephile is … a neurotic! (That’s not a pejorative term.) The Brontë...”
– François Truffaut (via marrymetruffaut)
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Burning the Water Hyacinth by Audre Lorde
We flame the river to keep the boat paths open your eyes eat my shadow at the light line touchless completing each other’s need to yearn to settle into hunger faceless a waning moon.
Plucking desire from my palms like the firehairs of a cactus I know this appetite the greed of a poet or an empty woman trying to touch what matters.
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“This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great...”
– Dorothy Parker on “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand (via satankatic)
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“Schools have classes called ‘women’s studies,’ and...”
– Inga Muscio
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