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June 2010
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Life is fucking hard sometimes. It pushes you...
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May 2010
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Katie West: 25/30 →
I invited you over because I liked the way your poetry about man parts rolled off your tongue when you read aloud in the writing club I started in our high school. I also liked your
thighs, and the way your shirt stretched across your chest and
the cute bird charms you carried
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April 2010
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A white woman, about 51 years old, was seated next...
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The intersection of queer resistance with an anti-police violence movement, is...
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Guelph queers speak out against police violence : An interview with Fierce and Fabulous folks
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Please read! It’s fabulous.
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March 2010
53 posts
I pity the French Cinema because it has no money. I pity the American Cinema...
– Jean-Luc Godard (via holy-moly) (via cottontops)
so true..so many great films coming out of France in the last 15 years..
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I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.
– Madonna
Five Song MixMatch
1. Aloe Blaccs “I Need a Dollar” 2. Beck “Soul of A Man” 3. Black Eyed Peas “I Gotta Feeling” 4. White Town “Your Woman” 5. Jay-Z “Young Forever”
“Dinosauria, We”
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where...
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Out Loud
Today, I told my immigrant, traditional mother that her only daughter is bi. By some miracle of Joseph, Mary, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Krishna, and God, she accepted it with open arms and tears. She was only upset that I hid it from her for so many years.
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Every moment of one’s existence one is growing into more or retreating...
– Norman Mailer