December 2010
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“And with that one gesture I learn the fundamental truth of her. When she takes...”
– The Lost Garden - a novel by Helen Humphreys (I finished this book last night and sobbed and sobbed.)
The Christmas Stick
Last night my girlfriend was so sad because she could not find a Christmas tree anywhere even when she was suddenly and miraculously able to afford one.
Luckily I was raised rural and was all, obvs we’ll just go cut you down one, don’t even worry! So two of our friends and us put on long johns and grabbed a saw and went schlepping out into the night.
We walked for so long.
It was...
“I love and adore you.
I mean, not that any two of you are the same, other than...”
– http://toronto.en.craigslist.ca/tor/w4w/2109287390.html
“But underneath that is another feeling, a feeling of being wide-eyed
awake and...”
– Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace
Better by Leonard Cohen
better than darkness is fake darkness which swindles you into necking with someone’s antique cousin better than banks are false banks where you change all your rough money into legal tender better than coffee is blue coffee which you drink in your last bath or sometimes waiting for your shoes to be dismantled better than poetry is my poetry which refers to everything that is beautiful and...
““I say I’m in love with her. What does that mean?
It means I...”
Trifecta of queerness
champagneproblems:
“We’re two boys, which makes us gay; and then we’re two female-bodied people, which makes us gay; and then we’re trans, which makes us, you know, a whole other side of gay. And so you have this whole trifecta of queerness working for us. So when someone drives by and screams “faggot”, I’m just like “you have no fuckin’ IDEA!””
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Jac Stringer in the video Gender Queer in the...
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Champagne Problems: I have had enough of... →
definatalie:
pastthestorm:
sugaredvenom:
I am superhappy 130lb (130 is a massively over-represented number for them for some reason) white cis girls are happy with their bodies, I really am. But that shit is hurting me now, especially when they’re so fucking smug about it.
This…
a quick add on to this that i can provide would be the trigger factor involved in posting facts and...
“I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are...”
4g Paper
I finished my paper on Poverty and Equality. I never thought I could do it. BUT I DID IT. And I handed in my paper and did my presentation on time. I am going to study for my exam on Wednesday, have watched 2/4 films for my exam on Saturday, and have done the readings but still have to write a small paper for my class on Thursday.
TAKE THAT, ACADEMIA. YOU CAN’T BEAT ME
When I grow up I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what I’ll have
Staring at a sea shell, waiting for it to embrace me
Dec 4
Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?
I have gained a sense of wonder over trying to understand what white privilege really means in my life, how it manifests itself in Canada vs the global South. It is monumentally easier to ignore white privilege where I currently live - I am the picture of assimilation. Going from being conspicuous beyond reason because of my...
Dec. 3
I felt more alive than I have ever felt standing in a bathtub with the hot water pouring down, splashing on my face and in my eyes. Two strong hands gripping my shoulders, holding me up. Eyes locked and and waves of wonders to come washing over me.
Watch this Margaret Cho video ft. T&S - it'll make... →
December 2: Writing
Writing. What do you do each day that doesn’t contribute to your writing — and can you eliminate it?
Well one thing that really takes away from my writing is school. No, I can’t eliminate, in fact I like school, however it will eliminate itself in about 5 months when I graduate. Then I can write a book of poetry or whatever and actually commit myself to journalling.
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How To Break Up (by Zoe Whittall) →
Clasp your hands. She is not a precious stone. Remember you did not like holding hands because of the height difference. Buy ripe fruit with few bruises. Hum a sad song quickly. Bathe in vinegar. Lather in shea butter. Buy a new pen. When people ask you on dates, say yes, don’t pretend you can’t hear them. If you miss her, it only means you miss her. Remember that you won’t ever remember it...
December 1: One Word.
December 1 One Word. Encapsulate the year 2010 in one word. Explain why you’re choosing that word. Now, imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2011 for you?
Arduous.
2010 was arduous. There have been times when I thought I wouldn’t make it out alive. I would like 2011’s word to be…hmm. Balance.
#reverb →
Inspired by Iris, although hindered by the fact that I’ll likely be without internet access come December 23, I am going to try this.
flashback
i generally go about my life as if i have never lived in ghana, even though i did last year for eight months. unless it comes up in conversation i rarely think aobut it or talk about it. apparently my friends miss it a lot, and want to go back some time. this surprises me in most cases because i remember every time they sobbed and every time they were enraged and every time they were inconsolably...