the white lighter
Admittedly, this blog and its maintainer have eclectic tastes. "Eclectic," as you might suspect, is a nice way of saying that there is very little intertwining theme to any of this. If you end up liking some (or most) of the things I like, you might find that wondrous.
In less subtle language, a few of the things you might see here: coffee/barista nerdery, androgyny and gender-fucking, gender studies in general, feminist theory, sex-positive imagery, fat people, photography and art of varying medium and subject, cat-related anything as well as my own feline friend, owls, tattoos, self-portraiture, nakedness, intermittent music of the people I love, writing, books, flea markets and thrift stores, Frida Kahlo, Patti Smith, anything related to my city of Philadelphia, me attempting to be less racist, and the sporadic, enjoyable internet meme I cannot resist. But I'll try to keep that last one to a minimum.
I seek to post only items which are credited to the originator, be it fine art, photography, tattoos, or writing. If you see something uncredited, do feel free to point it out to me. Also: ask anything. Call me out if I fuck up. Give props if you feel like it. Ask questions. I like internet interaction.
In less subtle language, a few of the things you might see here: coffee/barista nerdery, androgyny and gender-fucking, gender studies in general, feminist theory, sex-positive imagery, fat people, photography and art of varying medium and subject, cat-related anything as well as my own feline friend, owls, tattoos, self-portraiture, nakedness, intermittent music of the people I love, writing, books, flea markets and thrift stores, Frida Kahlo, Patti Smith, anything related to my city of Philadelphia, me attempting to be less racist, and the sporadic, enjoyable internet meme I cannot resist. But I'll try to keep that last one to a minimum.
I seek to post only items which are credited to the originator, be it fine art, photography, tattoos, or writing. If you see something uncredited, do feel free to point it out to me. Also: ask anything. Call me out if I fuck up. Give props if you feel like it. Ask questions. I like internet interaction.
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For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.
‘How do you know if you are going to die?’
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
‘When you can no longer make a fist.’
Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.
—Naomi Shihab Nye
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hardfemmeforever said:
I love this woman. She is every bit as excellent a human being as her poems would lead you to believe.
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