Not Particularly Articulate

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Whoa. I just realized “The Doors” were named after Aldous Huxley’s book “The...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:02:32 -0400

Whoa. I just realized “The Doors” were named after Aldous Huxley’s book “The Doors of Perception”.

The song I’m listening to is in D. But it’s written on my paper in A. And I need to play...

Mon, 20 May 2013 15:45:00 -0400

The song I’m listening to is in D. But it’s written on my paper in A. And I need to play it in G.

This is all the country music I have learned in the last...

Mon, 20 May 2013 13:17:00 -0400

This is all the country music I have learned in the last week.

Just over half done.

"As a trans woman, not many things give me a headache the way the entire concept of passing does...."

Mon, 20 May 2013 12:49:47 -0400

“As a trans woman, not many things give me a headache the way the entire concept of passing does. Passing is the idea that if a trans woman (or any person who is presenting as a woman) looks, dresses and acts a certain way, people won’t be able to tell they are anything other than a completely “normal” woman. If you look at online trans communities or forums, you’ll find tons of tips on how to pass better – everything from hair removal tips to workouts to how to walk and sit more femininely.
All of this presupposes that there is only one right way to look like and be a woman. And it’s infuriating. On the one hand, whenever I go out in public or post pictures online, a part of me is deathly afraid that I’ll be insulted or worse. I desperately want to be accepted as the woman I am. On the other hand, I hate that in order to feel safe, I’m expected to fit into the very narrow box that is labeled “woman.” Tips on how to pass always seem to say that you should avoid building muscle mass and avoid wearing clothes and makeup that are too costumey, that you should try to hide your shoulders and soften your features. Trans women are often told that if we want to pass, we have to try our hardest to be petite, soft, have just the right amount of femininity, and not stand out too much. But what if I want to be a different kind of woman? What if I want to look like Grace Jones or Kate Moennig? What if I want to look like Beth Ditto or Dolly Parton? They’re all cis women; don’t they pass?”

- Meyllen Djneres (via muffinsandcouture)

The moral of “passing” discussions always seems to be:

If you get bashed it will be your fault.

(via charthebutcher)

Do you even know how badly I’ve been needing to hear exactly these words for the past few months now?

(via sixtyforty)

*slow clap——> standing ovation* yes! Yes yes!

(via boyqueen)

omg when i started transitioning Kate Moennig was legit my goal

(via dizzzyrichardpig)

i just need this on my blog again

(via boyqueen)

"I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 00:28:03 -0400

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I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be.
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless.
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you.

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific ocean
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hop scotch inside of my chest.
Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs…
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer.
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no.
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song.

”

- Rudy Francisco, “Love Poem Medley” (via barbieandken)

"Understanding the reality of impermanence does away with desire for material possessions, for..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 03:14:59 -0400

“

Understanding the reality of impermanence does away with desire

for material possessions,
for sensual pleasure,
for existence,

and eliminates attachment.

”

- (via giftofdhamma)

eatsleepdraw: More here.

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:07:44 -0400

eatsleepdraw:

More here.

angrynerdyblogger: do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything...

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:05:44 -0400

angrynerdyblogger:

do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup

"Our purpose is simply to wake up; otherwise, we’re just enforcing a prescribed code, like government..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 00:56:44 -0400

“Our purpose is simply to wake up; otherwise, we’re just enforcing a prescribed code, like government regulations. I once heard about a state law that required people to register for their death certificate two weeks before they had died. That’s the kind of absurdity that can happen when we become so concerned with rules and policy that we forget to trust our own intelligence.”

- Dzogchen Ponlop (via joyfulbhikkhu)

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nicoonmars: Joao Ferro Martins

Thu, 16 May 2013 18:30:39 -0400

nicoonmars:

Joao Ferro Martins

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Thu, 16 May 2013 18:11:38 -0400

When I was opening for Junkman’s Choir, this guy Andrew...

Wed, 15 May 2013 17:54:00 -0400

When I was opening for Junkman’s Choir, this guy Andrew Martin took a bunch of sweet pictures. I look so professional! I’m stoked.

brb need to learn 25 songs and how to play the piano like a steel guitar by tonight

Wed, 15 May 2013 13:10:00 -0400

brb need to learn 25 songs and how to play the piano like a steel guitar by tonight

"My truck left me, and my dog broke down…"

Wed, 15 May 2013 04:09:47 -0400

““My truck left me, and my dog broke down…””

- Hurtin’

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Wed, 15 May 2013 01:44:47 -0400

note-a-bear: theuppitynegras: norttron: fuckyeahmarxismleninis...

Tue, 14 May 2013 07:40:46 -0400

note-a-bear:

theuppitynegras:

norttron:

fuckyeahmarxismleninism:

Philadelphia: High school students walk out of class and march to City Hall to protest severe budget cuts and planned school closings, May 9, 2013.

The budget cuts are absolutely horrific. Here are some of the proposed changes:

Schools with more than 1,000 students would no longer be required to have librarians or librarian assistants.

Schools would no longer be required to have counselors, and counselors’ caseloads would no longer be capped.

Teachers could be assigned to unlimited classes outside their subject area, and high school teachers could be assigned an extra class without pay. There would be no limit on amount of consecutive time taught in a school day.

There would be no limit on class size

The district would no longer be required to provide copy machines, or “a sufficient number of instructional materials and textbooks.”

Counselors would no longer be guaranteed to have rooms with privacy and confidentiality, a telephone, a locked filing cabinet and a door.

There’s more here.

notice most of the posters are children of color

I just want you to notice

*ahem* this is what I was talking about on the marriage post saluting Nutter.

I don’t think it’s too far a stretch to say that (considering how long the white-cis-gay-male money has been flowing toward gay marriage in Philly) his support of that, and the awesome-level of it is directly proportional to how awful this is.

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