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For we stand on the shoulders of giants...
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Here's a beautiful thing:
Day-long livestream coverage from the site of Susan B. Anthony's grave
...where hundreds of people have been lining up all day to place their "I Voted" stickers on her grave, and take a picture. The host just said there's been over 10,000 people so far. People are waiting over an hour just to place their stickers and get a picture.
SO MANY PEOPLE. SO MANY WOMEN. SO MANY LITTLE GIRLS.
Such an amazing day.
*sigh*
(I would embed, but it's a Facebook feed, which I have no access to, so you'll have to follow the linky. If FB tries to keep you from viewing it, open a private or incognito window.)
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Here's a beautiful thing:
Day-long livestream coverage from the site of Susan B. Anthony's grave
...where hundreds of people have been lining up all day to place their "I Voted" stickers on her grave, and take a picture. The host just said there's been over 10,000 people so far. People are waiting over an hour just to place their stickers and get a picture.
SO MANY PEOPLE. SO MANY WOMEN. SO MANY LITTLE GIRLS.
Such an amazing day.
*sigh*
(I would embed, but it's a Facebook feed, which I have no access to, so you'll have to follow the linky. If FB tries to keep you from viewing it, open a private or incognito window.)
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Predators
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I wrote this years ago in response to a poem an online friend wrote. Thought folks here might get a kick out of it.
Predators
and what are men but smooth jaguars
lying furled and sated over the corpses they make of us
as we sweetly, sweetly bleed
our lives running in calm rivulets
over claws nestled closely in our flesh?
what are they but great delicious bears
licking their muzzles clean of the honey
they’ve stolen from our guarded hives?
when do they not kill us,
when do they not tear us to shreds
obliterate us
and send our souls reeling into
that red red fate
where we are nothing
if not willing to go?
how comes such sweet murder encased
within those sculptures of flesh
lines and planes and
smells of yeasty bread
rising to the heat of our eager ovens
and the sparkle of eyes and teeth and
rough demanding hands
all supple and soft to our cries?
why do we spread ourselves so
open upon the altar
to their sacrificial knives
happily begging to die
screaming our deaths in
fast sulphurious joy
crying out to whatever god
has ears to hear that
happy slaughter
the death that comes only
in life?
what are men but priestly panthers
hypnotic and hidden in the wild landscape
amber eyes glowing over limbs
hotly folded
rumbling deep their lava song
and eventually asleep
above the kill?
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I wrote this years ago in response to a poem an online friend wrote. Thought folks here might get a kick out of it.
Predators
and what are men but smooth jaguars
lying furled and sated over the corpses they make of us
as we sweetly, sweetly bleed
our lives running in calm rivulets
over claws nestled closely in our flesh?
what are they but great delicious bears
licking their muzzles clean of the honey
they’ve stolen from our guarded hives?
when do they not kill us,
when do they not tear us to shreds
obliterate us
and send our souls reeling into
that red red fate
where we are nothing
if not willing to go?
how comes such sweet murder encased
within those sculptures of flesh
lines and planes and
smells of yeasty bread
rising to the heat of our eager ovens
and the sparkle of eyes and teeth and
rough demanding hands
all supple and soft to our cries?
why do we spread ourselves so
open upon the altar
to their sacrificial knives
happily begging to die
screaming our deaths in
fast sulphurious joy
crying out to whatever god
has ears to hear that
happy slaughter
the death that comes only
in life?
what are men but priestly panthers
hypnotic and hidden in the wild landscape
amber eyes glowing over limbs
hotly folded
rumbling deep their lava song
and eventually asleep
above the kill?
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I do love me a smart broad, I do...
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Woman sells Cheating Boyfriend's Batmobile
You go, girl. There's one fucker who'll think twice about double-dipping his wick again.
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Woman sells Cheating Boyfriend's Batmobile
You go, girl. There's one fucker who'll think twice about double-dipping his wick again.
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- japan,
- pink,
- wallpapers,
- women,
- world cultures
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A cinematic complaint
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Why is it that every film about a male teacher is about how great he is, and how he rescues his students from ennui and cynicism, and transforms the lives of everyone around him even though he's too humble to know what he's doing, while every film about a female teacher is about how cutely mousy she is, and how she can't find love because she's just too into her books, until some generic Hot Guy from her past shows up to sweep her off her feet and take her away from her drab little life and her twenty cats? Films about male teachers are always dramas; films about female teachers are overwhelmingly rom-coms.
Does anyone else see this?
Why is it that every film about a male teacher is about how great he is, and how he rescues his students from ennui and cynicism, and transforms the lives of everyone around him even though he's too humble to know what he's doing, while every film about a female teacher is about how cutely mousy she is, and how she can't find love because she's just too into her books, until some generic Hot Guy from her past shows up to sweep her off her feet and take her away from her drab little life and her twenty cats? Films about male teachers are always dramas; films about female teachers are overwhelmingly rom-coms.
Does anyone else see this?
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Australia humiliates us yet again...
Chief of Army, Lieutenant General David Morrison, AO, to the Australian Army
...meanwhile, in the US, generals whine about how fighting sexism "endangers national security".
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I shudder to think it could happen again
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My Illegal Abortion
One woman's story of pre-Roe abortion, and her terrible fear that we're returning to that dark, deadly world.
Please read, and pass it on. I cannot express how important this is.
(I commented briefly with my story. It's on the first page of comments, if you're interested.)
My Illegal Abortion
One woman's story of pre-Roe abortion, and her terrible fear that we're returning to that dark, deadly world.
Please read, and pass it on. I cannot express how important this is.
(I commented briefly with my story. It's on the first page of comments, if you're interested.)
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