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everything too mobile to be written any pronouns or none
rural white capitalism is the problem with rural areas white supremacy is the rural problem and it always has been
just discovered "the caretaker." I'm sending this message from a place that the people (?) here call the black lodge
I vibe with Wittig a lot, but I think I remember Butler talking about this in Gender Trouble: I'm not sure that a metaphysically identified subject is necessary for getting free; it's always felt confining to me, and it can be a self-sprung rhetorical trap that others exploit.
People talk about it a lot. The environmenally degrading and climate exacerbating costs of the Gaza genocide have been discussed extensively and will be for years to come.
Judith Butler, Who's Afraid of Gender?, page 119 To say that gender is a wiggly wobbly thing we can play with, but sex is the immutable word of God made flesh, betrays the gendered essence of the term "sex" and 1/3
baby toads are so much faster than when they're grown, and they're everywhere out here today the one in the image is slightly bigger than my pinky nail
I know it's recess and it's friday and their little helg is about to snart but these kids gotta hear some theory
shit like this is why I'm horny for life in general. we're going to win because that's all that the Real will allow
In a specific direction, I desire dissimilaton (yes I just learned that word). I can't be "opposed to outlandishness, respectful of power, and a lover of enlightened liberalism and culture." (Guy Hocquenghem, Schizo-Culture, page 31) I still desire the desire of the other. Knots and tangles!
fifty dollars and I'm eating for two weeks. seems pretty fair. good idea
This is a work of art by a fascist supporter of Franco's regime. Some of these awful people were legitimately visionary. They don't lack artists in their history; we're simply dealing with the most boring people in the history of reactionary politics. Salvador Dali, Playing in the Dark, 1929
Audre Lorde, from A Sewerplant Grows In Harlem Or I'm A Stranger Here Myself When Does The Next Swan Leave (good morning)