It is Thursday. I am drunk. Should I call my mom? Y/N
tell her i said hi
When they’re in crisis, you can’t go and see them in person. You can’t let them spend the night at your house. You can’t cook them dinner. You can’t go with them to a job interview. You can’t take them out for coffee. You can’t hold their hand or hug them. You can’t let them use your shower. You can’t be a physical contrast to the abusive people in their physical lives.
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I’m sick of this cycle. I’m sick of seeing white women dismiss the concerns of women of color. I’m sick of our self-righteous claims of inclusivity while we marginalize the voices of women of color when they speak out. We marginalize them if they do it with anger, or do it in the wrong way, or do it while disagreeing with us, or #%$@cking do it at all. I’m sick of us exercising our white privilege and then accusing our sisters of color of causing divisiveness when they refuse to submit to our racism. Mostly it’s unintentional racism by white women who want to believe that we are saving the world. But we are not. We’re oppressing and silencing the very people we talk so eloquently about being allies with.
you are the only person to whom i would ever admit the amount of time i have spent trying to get my hair to braid like that. it never really works. maybe because i’m not in vignetted soft-focus. or i’m bad at braiding hair. i like that you thought i might be able to be that though.
also i’m getting a haircut on tuesday so maybe it will never happen and/or i will never be on tumblr/loved
i do want to make you a grilled pb&j though.
At the moment I’m digging the new track from The Dodos, have you heard it? I’ve also been listening to a bit of Crystal Fighters and Cage the Elephant, they have their moments. There’s also an artist called Old Man River who puts me in a great mood every time - check out the tracks ‘Sunshine’ and 'La’ on his myspace.
www.dodosmusic.net
crystalfighters.com
www.myspace.com/cagetheelephant
www.myspace.com/oldmanriver
that sounds like something that would happen in real life except i’d probably be the one accidentally hitting someone in the face, or i would run into a wall or something
hi!! riese and i have made this handy checklist / quiz thing so you can determine whether or not you should go to dinah shore 2011:
i enjoy (check all that apply)
+ hotel rooms / hotel hallways
+ drinking before noon
+ the anticipation that comes with trying to get 10+ lesbians / bisexuals dressed and ready to go to dinner at the same time
+ women
+ hearing the same 9-12 songs played on a loop for 4 days straight
+ women in sunglasses
+ saying ‘drink tickets’
+ gnarly public displays of affection
+ women in wet t-shirts
+ constantly wondering “will this turn into an orgy?”
+ women in bikinis
+ looking into a crowd of people and thinking 'how the hell did i get here’
+ playing alternative lifestyle haircut bingo
+ brandy howard in a bikini and denim mini-skirt
+ julie goldman in cargo shorts and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off
+ bands with 1 or 2 #15 hits on the billboard dance charts for six days in 1996
+ being told when to wear white clothes
+ dodging real l word cameras / cameras in general
+ constantly wondering “is she touching me in like a 'playful-friends’ way or in an 'i’m genuinely interested in fucking’ way or in a 'i’m tripping balls’ way”
+ syncing menstrual cycles with 10+ of your closest friends
+ spirit journeys, both planned and unplanned
+ 'drama’
+ going home with mojito on your hair straightener
so! if you checked 5 or more, you should definitely go to dinah shore. love you xoxo
coffee and grilled cheese – knowing good people – watching my girlfriend & brother play their guitars – standing at the edge of a Deftones mosh pit – unconditional love – visiting the US; Riese, St Mark’s, Karma – tour managing – pork buns from Xie Xie – boxercise – seeing Kaki King, Green Day & Holly Miranda in concert – going to the Jackalope during SxSW – ‘Castle’
There are so many more things. I’m truly happy to be here.
well, for starters – although mutual masturbation is a fun partner-sex activity as well – masturbation is intrinsically a solo sex act – that’s the beauty of it! don’t think of it as a substitute for partner sex, think of it as its very own genre of sexual activity. it’s its own little ballgame. i mean there are all these other things involved in sex, with that other person and the kissing and touching and stuff. and i feel like, from conversations people have had about it with me, that even though lots of the time it’s just “i wanna get off however i can”, and the abundance of one almost always causes a decline in the other, sometimes the feeling of wanting to masturbate specifically and the feeling of wanting to have sex with another human are very different feelings. the point i may or may not be successfully making is that there is nothing missing from your scene, it is complete, you don’t need company to orgasm without feeling dirty. It’s just U and UR hand tonight.
women are conditioned by society to feel shameful about desire and the pursuit of pleasure – we’re not supposed to be hungry for ANYTHING besides babies and romantic love. we’re not supposed to be hungry for sex, or food, or money, or a career, or even for “alone time.” shaming desire is one of the patriarchy’s strongest tools of domination. women are constantly being told to control themselves, to keep everything under control, to not get carried away by anything internal, to just exist as a reaction to other things.i think some of that guilt women feel about wanting is eased by company – like feeling more comfortable about eating a lot if your friends are eating a lot with you. or having sex.
and so then there’s this feeling w/masturbation of being dirty because you desired something selfishly and indulged yourself and got it. even though i just used the word “indulge.”
so you have to let go of that. of this imposed restriction on your appetite. you can want as much sex as you want with as many people of whatever gender that you want and you can want to masturbate whenever you want to.
have you ever read mary gaitskill? her characters are so hungry, even when their hunger is violent or ugly or uncontrollable. those voices get into your head and it like – opens a thing. they’re so fucking honest about sex, and like reading it you feel like there’s nothing you could ever like that could be weird or dirty or wrong, not ever. other writers like that are dorothy allison and eileen myles – also, maggie estep’s short story book ‘soft maniacs’. read words by people who don’t cut out the sex parts every time they write a story about a human person. read, would be my advice.
YOU DO YOU – literally.
i’m obsessed with the roasted sweet potato sandwich from wildflower bread co., but i disagree with their use of focaccia, so i’d use maybe a sourdough. anyway it’s slices of roasted sweet potato, tomato, fresh mozzarella, arugula, marinated fennel and balsamic vinaigrette. i mean, OH MY GOD SERIOUSLY. what the fuck.
also i wish rachel would make me a grilled pb&j. this is why we need an office.
+ is falafel a sandwich? like if it is inside a pita with hummus+tahini+salad? then that.
+ also chickpea salad on wheat bread w/harissa
+ thanksgiving sandwich = all your thanksgiving leftovers in between two pieces of bread, then grilled or panini’d. DON’T FORGET THE CRANBERRY SAUCE.
+ grilled pb&j.
when i ate eggs i liked them scrambled with cheese and ketchup. also in eggs benedict. oh eggs benedict. goddamn.