Tuesday, August 31, 2010

This is what

I thought when I became afraid: Pay attention. I am the one bound long and naked. I am the one under a blindfold. You had to drink before we met. Your wrists and eyes are free but your heart is racing.
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In Process


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I keep dancing on my own


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There’s no such

thing as normal. But there’s also hardly any such thing as abnormal, ya know? And even worse, there’s not even a good system for horizontally segmenting human sexuality. It’s just a mess, a chaotic, teeming swarm of hormones and bodies and ideas. Here we all are, and what are we going to do about it, as Peter Wimsey says.
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Sunday, August 29, 2010

Light Me Up

Tricky

Mega Mega Mega

Drawing Down the Moon

My Naked Heart

Florence Welch


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Besides, you may

very well be surprised at the payoff. If the guys who took the time to write to Logan took as much time to figure out what they can do to create more safety for the women in their lives, I bet their relationships and their sex lives would be a whole lot better.
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Anastasia Radevich


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Even as I cried for you


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The shoes on the bed


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You got a lot of dreams


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Another day is gone


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We are the people party


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I just watched

the video recording of a talk that Tavi Gevinson gave at ideaCity, a three-day conference held in Toronto earlier this year. She chose to speak about Sassy magazine and why a publication like that is still needed by teenage girls today. Anyone who regularly reads Tavi's blog Style Rookie will know that Sassy has a special place in her heart. A magazine that was launched in 1998, Sassy broke through the surface gloss of other magazines which encouraged girls first and foremost to make themselves attractive to men- as if this was the most important message young women needed to hear. In her talk, Tavi even cites an issue which advocated going to university to find a husband (forget about learning! That won't make you married. . .)
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

So you expect

us to be put together somehow? You want our hair tucked behind our ears, our bras put back into our shirts, both our socks to match? Even if we tried it couldn’t happen. We can’t see ourselves through your eyes; we don’t realize that our sun-bleached hair and pants handed down from our uncles are not what you’d deem as ‘classy.’ We see ourselves through our own eyes, define ourselves for ourselves. We think of ‘classy’ as knowing who our favourite inventor is (Johannes Gutenberg), and reading several books a month. We are confident in the complete lack of hair products in our bathrooms, proud of the holes in our jeans that weren’t there when we first bought them. We wear plaid, and houndstooth, and stripes all together and we pull it off because we are convinced we look amazing. We rise above everything you see that is wrong and misfitting about us and we flourish. With flowers between our knees, sticky honey on our fingertips, and the smell of vanilla trailing behind us. You couldn’t build more perfect if you tried. But because we know you will, we make a point of getting the hell outta Dodge every time we see you coming.
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The morning of

the wedding I was ever so afraid. I begged my mom to stop the wedding. I didn’t want to get married anymore. I realized what I had gotten into. Everybody got angry at me. It was only my cousins who were my age that felt bad for me. My cousin Abidah hugged me and told me it’d be okay. She said “If he lays a hand on you, I’ll break his hand off.” I thought how violent yet kind of her. I wanted to get a taxi and go see my father who was in a different city at the time. But it would be too dangerous to get a taxi alone specially when I’ve got an American accent when I speak farsi. But I knew if I could get to my father, he would help me. He’d be by my side. I was always “daddy’s little girl” and he always loved me so much. He always called me his flower. I asked if I could at least call him and they told me to stop being ridiculous and acting like a child. But that’s just the thing, I was a child.
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Sunday, August 15, 2010

False Priest

The Illusion of Safety

Wrong Side of the Dream

Modern Day Addiction

Ask for what

you want, I could say, because NOT asking for what you want is dishonest, selfish, and emotionally destructive. Ask, because not asking causes your partner constantly to worry about whether or not you’re getting what you need, and that constant worry erodes their patience and their happiness. Is that what you want? You’d rather nurse your fear and fill your partner with frustration and anxiety, than suck up your fear, ask for what you want, and free your partner to love you unencumbered by irrational guilt that they can’t read your mind?
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You keep running around the park


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Everyday we're fighting


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Sasha Grey

Marsactu.fr vous l’a déraconté, les créatifs qui avaient travaillé pendant plusieurs semaines sur lappel doffre pour la création du logo et de l’identité v
isuelle de Marseille 2013 avaient très, très mal pris son annulation. Lors d’un conseil dadministration, en Avril dernier, Bernard Latarget, le patron de 2013
avait purement et simplement déclaré lappel d’offre « infructueux », sans aucune autre forme de procès. Et cet oukaze latargetien fait beaucoup parler de lui a
u sein de la communauté des directeurs artistiques et des designers. Et pas en bien. Depuis quelques heures circule sur Facebook une affiche réalisée par le c
atif marseillais Stephan Muntaner, au nom de cette communauté artistique. Cette très bonne affiche est en train de faire un beau buzz sur le réseau social, pas
mal d’artistes ayant décidé de la mettre en illustration sur leur profil Facebook. Bernard Latarget et son staff de communicants devraient donc faire très att
ention à cette petite fronde. Ce nest sans doute pas le moment douvrir un nouveau front. Latarget est dépris dans un joli bourbier politique. Alors qu’il y
a encore quelques mois, il était lhomme providentiel à Marseille, ces derniers temps sa cote a vertigineusement chu chez les politiques locaux. La situation
actuelle de 2013 est effectivement compliquée, il va donc bien falloir trouver comme dhabitude un bouc émissaire.
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You’re so pony


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Saturday, August 14, 2010

You Are A Beautiful Thing

Letters and Signs Part Two

Now It's Dark

I know exactly how the story goes


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I got plans for a wicked mess


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Totoro!

Let me leave the world behind


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Even if I cry like a child



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My partner? I

didn’t hear anyone say anything about his appearance. Even though he looked terribly handsome. I didn’t see any comments on Facebook. And I asked him just now if anyone complimented his appearance and he said “I don’t recall.” The truth is that it didn’t matter what he looked like. That stark difference, between my appearance mattering a lot and his mattering almost not at all, kind of made me want to be invisible. Because weddings are a pageant and, little did I realize until I got there, I was on display. And I was not doing anything. I was not singing, or acting, or giving a persuasive speech, or trying a case, or teaching a class, or any of the other things I usually do when I am standing in front of a group of people and everyone is looking at me.
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We also discussed

the possibility of my testifying to the reasons I make these kinds of films. I think this imagery is important as a contrast to the majority of mainstream representation of women's sexuality. The prevailing message women receive is that sexual aggression is unfeminine, that a woman's primary sexual role is as regulator of male desire — to say yes or no, but not to pursue desires of our own. Women are still often taught that sexy is the same as "pretty," that it means dressing a certain way and then waiting to be approached. These films show women being sexually aggressive and powerful in a way that sometimes isn't pretty, but is definitely sexy.

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I also don't think you can take imagery out of context and say that it has inherent meaning — any interpretation of an image has to do with the social and cultural context in which it's viewed. If we lived in a society in which women's sexuality was celebrated, and was seen as usually proactive rather than usually passive, I don't think people would jump so quickly to the concepts of exploitation and dehumanization when they thought of female performers.

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Intimacy


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Let me preface

this post by clarifying why it is written. I’m a big fan of sluts, responsible sluts at least. I admire the fact that they’re comfortable with their sexuality and allow themselves the luxury of indulging in sexual exploration when they feel like it without being overly concerned about what society or it’s more judgmental, moralistic, or prudish members might have to say about it.
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