Here’s a secret: Everyone, if they live long enough, will lose their way at some point. You will lose your way, you will wake up one morning and find yourself lost. This is a hard, simple truth. If it hasn’t happened to you yet, consider yourself lucky. When it does, when one day you look around and nothing is recognizable, when you find yourself alone in a dark wood having lost the way, you may find it easier to blame it on someone else – an errant lover, a missing father, a bad childhood – or it may be easier to blame the map you were given – folded too many times, out-of-date, tiny print – but mostly, if you are honest, you will only be able to blame yourself.
Nick Flynn in Esquire via Autostraddle — Things I Read That I Love #52: The Very Special One-Year Anniversary Edition
I don’t. But it was an unparalleled writing experience to see that white space on the ballot and put in your own name. I’d advise anyone to try it and then think about what it means. To the extent that people joke about my campaign and about lesbians in general I think an enormous amount of repression is surrounding what a woman might want.
I often think about what my girlfriend said (which is on a napkin on my bulletin board over my desk) when she wondered “how palatable will women have to make themselves as artists in this depression.”
It’s a depression the size of the world and we fill it by thinking about it I believe.
She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
Jeanette Winterson (via whynotmephilosophy)
Coffee as a religion. Tea as maintenance.
Eileen Myles via Autostraddle — Idol Worship: Ten(ish) Questions with Eileen Myles





