the white lighter
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.
I posted this “helmet” well over a year ago, but this is the first time I’ve seen video. Amazing. Thanks KJ.
Whoaaaaaaa.
(via garconniere)
I MUST DO THIS IMMEDIATELY.
(via sluteverbabe)
This is pretty self explanatory. We’re smart people. Why does cycling seem so counter intuitive? I dont understand.
Read this article by Mandi Woodruff from Business Insider.
Ride yo’ damn bike.
(via highheelsandtwowheels)
Close-up of Billie Samuels on the Malvern Star bike showing her koala bear mascot before leaving for Melbourne, 4 July 1934, by Sam Hood. Via Brain Pickings.
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOODNESS
Badassery.
When thieves stole his beloved commuter bike on a busy street in broad daylight, PATRICK SYMMES snapped—and set out on a cross-country plunge into the heart of America’s bike-crime underbelly. What he saw will rattle your frame.
“In America’s rough streets, there are four forms of currency—cash, sex, drugs, and bicycles. Of those, only one is routinely left outside unattended.” (more)
(via iaminlikewithmybike)
