January 2011
51 posts
Schooled.
all of my relationships are so intense and hard-won that i spend what others have insinuated is an unusual amount of time considering whether i would have been friends with my friends at other points in my life. (so queer, as usual.) theres only a very few people where the answer is definitely yes.
I got turned on to trans politics in the classroom. I went to Smith College (for Ladies and Contingent Inverts). It’s a strangely conservative place. Gender is policed in Women’s Studies classes and the dining hall, and it’s hard to get laid if you’re not wearing cargo pants. It wasn’t exactly my scene, but I did get lucky in class. Not like that (well, maybe once, and a few times in the library). The classroom, after all, is a dense site of eros, thick with half-formed thoughts and intellectual desires. It’s experimental and disorienting. I did my best monster terrorist femme (as Jasbir Puar calls it) in the classroom, though I’ve since embraced another form of feminist role play in critical boredom.
like a starfish
My girlfriend passed away three years ago. It was drawn out and messy but you do crazy stuff when you love someone. It’s so cliche but a bit of me went away when she died and no matter what I do I can’t get it back. Am I just pathetic?
no, you’re not pathetic. not at all.
but you won’t get it back. you’ll create something else in its place. you can’t get it back because the part of you that went away was the part that could only exist in a world where the person you loved in that specific way hadn’t left yet.
you’ll make new parts. they’ll go away too. you’ll just keep making new parts. like a starfish.
“what is it, then, to have an event, one that disorganizes the forms of being or belonging one anticipates?”
—i bet bestsparkler didnt even notice when i wrote down this quote of his from his amazing psi paper last year, but i did, and i have been thinking about it ever since. its related to deleuzes statement, also made in the context of events, that: “either ethics makes no sense at all, or this is what it means and has nothing else to say: not to be unworthy of what happens to us.”
Every Single Song On Boys For Pele Covered By People In Their Bedrooms →
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do you want to know what the best thing is? when someone you know only from tumblr gchats you to say “not to bother you but i just put up an important post about boys for pele on tumblr,” not that they know that you like boys for pele, but obviously they do know, because they read your tumblr, and you know that its the boys for pele 15 year anniversary, also thanks to tumblr. watch this NOW or you will miss out. fuck my plan to go to the dmv. its snowing and FIFTEEN YEARS. also, fuck 1996.
This is pretty much all the internet you will need today.
Utterly speechless.
“‘I feel fine,’ she said. ‘There’s nothing wrong with me. I feel fine.’” —
Ernest Hemingway, Hills Like White Elephants
