yesterday i went to buy something and the store owner looked up and said something to me in chinese and i was so surprised i just said “what” in english and then we stared at each for a full ten seconds like what the fuck we are in spain
Damon Albarn: It wasn’t meant as a celebration. It was more a commentary.
David Greene: About England at the time?
Albarn: About what was gonna happen to England.
Greene: It was gonna become more like America, you feared.
Albarn: It was gonna become more American. Which it did, a hundred percent. We all became more American.
Death will not correct
a single line of verse
she is no proof-reader
she is no sympathetic
a bad metaphor is immortal
a shoddy poet who has died
is a shoddy dead poet
a bore bores after death
a fool keeps up his foolish chatter
from beyond the grave
- Tadeusz Różewicz, Proofs translated by Adam Czerniawski
TW: Sexual Assault, Sexual Harassment
My thighs say we don’t want your praise: man on the street corner, man in the parking garage, man in Walgreen’s while we’re buying tampons.
My thighs say we are every man’s wet dream even when we beg not to be. When we close like locked jaw. When we ask nicely, when we beg him to stop. When we never ask for your eyes or your hands or your mouth.
My thighs know bruise. Beckon. They know quake. Crave. My thighs have been shame. Fear. Still are most days. My thighs know to tighten, when to stop all the space taking up. My thighs know empty. All we do is doorway for this body’s ability to woman. We have always been this. Access of this balancing act of woman.
Do we make you uncomfortable? Is this too much praise, gospel of this body? We don’t know small. Our everything is too big, monstrous. Sturdy. We stay the stilts that carry this woman body. Armor. The pillars for this heart, this everything ‘woman’. My thighs say you don’t know shit about envelop. Coil through the quiver, pull the love into you like we do.
My thighs say leave the lights on. We spend a lifetime hiding. Shake out of this shame. We are the ruthless twins. The too strong to not run towards everything light. My thighs say don’t tell us shit about what we say about this body. This heavy body. It is light. It is light. It is ours. We, gatekeepers, we ‘welcome committee’.
My thighs say come into this, when we say this is ours. All of this, ours.
'Thighs' - Desiree Dallagiacomo
In the past year, Beyoncé has sold out the Mrs. Carter Show World Tour while being a full-time mother. Her secret: hard work, honesty and authenticity. And her answer to the question, What would you do if you weren’t afraid? appears to be “Watch me. I’m about to do it.” Then she adds, “You can, too.”
I have not yet found a place to be..
…so i am here
the evidence of a lifetime spent longing.
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