Oh my god. Farah look at this. our lives. OUR LIVES.
things I love about tumblr:
- we don’t give each other shit about being online all day because slackerdom is, like, okay
- the feminists I know and love on here literally don’t give a fuck. they’re unapologetically divisive and I always feel insecure about my separatist vibes, so having folks around whose existences reify radical alienation as theory, praxis, and hobby is super fucking validating
- also cats
this is so relevant to my life, especially in regards to my excellent weekend with sarah.
Best part of Roanoke was that it was basically Tumblr out loud with alcohol. The number of times Sydney or I said #bullying men or “this seems like something p-strut would like” or “rgr on makeupping changed my life”. The number of times I realized that even though I’m not a central part of this community, and even though I’m new and shit, that these are becoming the reference points by which I understand the world.
The thing is, I don’t want to listen to mainstream academics talk about Deleuze and Baudrillard and Berlant and Butler. I want all that theory as poached theory, and I want it with all-caps THIS THIS THIS WHAT IS BODIES after it. That’s how I want to talk about things and those are the things I want to talk about.
Need more feminists who don’t give a fuck. Alienation as theory/praxis/hobby/entertainment is everything I want in life.
yes to all this, from shamelessly being online all day to the importance of poached theory.