I go to feed him,
and god bites my hands through the bars of the cage -
the preachers ask what prayer is like,
and my fingers bleed in answer.
and the preachers laps up what i bled,
from the cold marble floor,
because maybe -
to even be able to stand god,
is to be something divine yourself.
I go to worship
And the temple calls itself clean.
The blood is banished, the altar burnished,
as if peace could satisfy
the god who taught me how to hunger.
And so I pray and gnash my teeth
And hope that my libations sate him
My god– my god, a holy beast.
Its All Butch by Debbie Boud
I’m not anti-technology, I just think there’s something deeply sick about a society where robots make art and children work in factories.
The golf links lie so near the mill
That almost every day
The laboring children can look out
And see the men at play.(Sarah Norcliffe Cleghorn, c. 1910.)
Plus ça change.
I’m noticing more and more a certain pattern so I’m just going to put my cards on the table and be real with yall.
prioritizing and centering your hatred of and/or anger toward men - no matter how deeply justified those feelings are (and they sure fuckin are) - over your capacity/desire/actions of supporting and uplifting women… is still centering men. you’re still focused on men. you’re still giving the male sex the majority of your energy. it has its place, our pain and rage toward men, but when that goes unchecked to the point that you are no longer able to see your actions clearly or of applying yourself to the needs of women and girls, you have stopped contributing something impactful and meaningful to female liberation.
pain can be useful, but there is a crucial difference between pain that is infected, festering, untreated, and the measured pain of a slowly healing wound. I have known enough of both to tell you that only one of these can be a source of strength and building something new and better. the other can only necrotize and decay everything around it from within.
if you have not worked/do not continue to work on your own healing, coping, emotional regulation, etc., especially given that the wound is still taking damage outside your control as worldwide female oppression and our heightened awareness of it continues, it will, sooner or later, turn septic.
I agree and I also believe this can be applied to almost all forms of oppression and abuse. Most of us have some type of person to be angry with, to mistrust. But when we work to heal ourselves we can create more safe spaces for other oppressed groups, we can put our energies towards helping other victims, rather than wasting it on being angry with a cultural or political system that will most likely never change. Let asshole abusers be that, stand with the vulnerable, and make those with the most privilege and power look ridiculous.
〰️ « The moon shines red with my blood now » 🌜🩸— Blood Moon from the band Choir Boy 🎵
Mačka
i know i’ve rambled about this before but I think about it a lot with the various like “can reptiles/fish/non cat/dog pets ACTUALLY love you back” posts and articles about how to tell when your cat loves you and I just sometimes think it’s a little silly to act like love is both this grand ineffable mystery in regards to pets (or people) and something to be measured and assessed
like does Baloo let me hold her paw for a long time (a Measure of Trust according to many articles)? No, she doesn’t really like having her paws touched. But when she gets her head stuck in the back of a chair or her scarf’s caught on something, she stills the moment I touch her head and lets me—a big, strange creature (who frankly often runs into furniture and doorframes)—manipulate the most fragile and vital part of her body in order to help her.
love is an action imo. your dog doesn’t need to be able to comprehend the words ‘I love you’ to feel loved, and your snake doesn’t need to purr to show that it trusts you and likes being around you. love is going to look a little different in every setting and trying to both box it in and demand it meet certain criteria is just…kind of dumb
I feel this way … about … EVERYTHING
‘why are actors striking aren’t they all millionaires’ here’s a paywall free link to an article that mentions how most of the cast of one of netflix’s biggest shows had day jobs bc they couldn’t afford rent
Wait, do you... froth the milk with the French press? Or do you just use it as the cup to froth milk in, some other way? If the former, please tell 🙏🏻
i froth the milk with the french press !! i heat up my milk (usually in the microwave because lazy but on the stove for better flavour imo when i’m not being lazy) and put it in the french press and i literally just… use the plunger (up down up down up down etc) until i have the desired froth consistency. pull the plunger out, pour the froth in/on your coffee, and voila! it’s actually ingenius
Hey Kate, I’m a fellow PhD student and this semester has been so crazy. Romance novels are my way of dealing with feeling overwhelmed and I’m running out of ones I want to read. Do you have any recommendations for when you come home after a looong day and just want to immerse yourself in a romance novel? Thank youuu!
enormous handshake with the whole “romance novel-reading as a coping mechanism for dealing with overwhelm” thing! thinking of u and wishing you so much calm & peace & contentedness
in the meantime, here are some contemporary romance recs pulled out of my “read sort of recently” list:
- bergman brothers series by chloe liese (i love them all but my favourite is with you forever)
- winston brothers series by penny reid
- anything by r.s. grey is guaranteed to make me laugh
- yours truly by abby jiminez (and anything else by her, but this one was my favourite)
- dating dr. dil by nisha sharma
- the bromance book club series by lyssa kay adams
- twice shy by sarah hogle
- second first impressions by sally thorne
- the kiss quotient by helen hoang
- much ado about nada by uzma jalaluddin
- love, theoretically by ali hazelwood (disclaimer: this one hits close to home re: the academic job market so like… read with caution)
- the brown sisters series by talia hibbert
honourable mentions:
- it looks like i read absolutely everything by devney perry last year but i can’t say i remember any book in particular? the jamison valley series was my favourite, i think
- looks like i also read everything by mariana zapata? i best remember the wall of winnipeg and me but i think i enjoyed everything i read by her
Edward Julius Detmold (British, 1883–1957), Butterflies
Color etching and aquatint
All Things Are Delicately Interconnected, 2018
🖼️: Jenny Holzer
sara yukiko mon, never too late to be who you might have been, 2022
ink on canvas in plastic sleeve
“… “I’m taking action because I feel desperate,” said U.S. climate scientist Peter Kalmus, who along with several others locked himself to the front door of a JPMorgan Chase building in Los Angeles. A recent report found that the financial giant is the biggest private funder of oil and gas initiatives in the world.
“It’s the 11th hour in terms of Earth breakdown, and I feel terrified for my kids, and terrified for humanity,” Kalmus continued. “World leaders are still expanding the fossil fuel industry as fast as they can, but this is insane. The science clearly indicates that everything we hold dear is at risk, including even civilization itself and the wonderful, beautiful, cosmically precious life on this planet. I actually don’t get how any scientist who understands this could possibly stay on the sidelines at this point.” …”
Corporate media will not cover the climate crisis.
TREE! LAW! UPDATE!
3000 year old petroglyph of a man running away from a big snake. With erection. It is one of the many Rock carvings in Tanum, Sweden and was painted red so its easier for tourists to see.
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