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.
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janeanger:

This will never cease to be hilarious to me.

Still hilarious.

girlgiant:

I’ve had this conversation with seymour.

(via wifwolf)

Booker wanted me to show you her new mother of pearl, sky blue, iridescent collar. Merry Christmas, little baby Booby.

Hanging out with my best girl. Also, got a hairs cut.

#Booker #catsofinstagram (Taken with Instagram)

#Booker #catsofinstagram (Taken with Instagram)

I woke up at 11:57 p.m. to take this image and promptly go back to sleep. With the lights on. Who even knows. It turned out better than I thought it would, considering my eyes were closed and remained closed for most of the self-portrait process.

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Me and my special lady friend. She bit me after we finished this photo session, which is about par for the course with her. As I type this, she is curled upon my left hand, stereotypically insisting she be a part of my blogging in addition to everything else which occurs within this household.

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