now seems like a good time to watch a sad documentary
someone I really liked in middle school made a rape joke on Facebook
so, y’know
I probably wasn’t going to do anything else productive tonight anyway
I dunno why, but I really enjoy doing a bad job of hyper-editing photos of myself. Narcissism 4ever?
Don’t decide what is important based on what society is willing to pay for.
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| — | My mom, paraphrased. We were discussing how feminine labor gets devalued, and she said something along these lines. It feels really true to me. |
I was on the train sans book, so I wrote a quick poem about, well, what I was gonna do in a minute.
step over the gap
out of train, into station
that quick slide between spaces
now I walk differently
sashay up the stairs, ticket in hand
don’t glance back through the brown red tiles
whoosh, goes the train
stretching away through screaming air
I press my ticket on the sensor, it lets me out
popped through into a bright world
I feel cleaner
tw for abuse, domestic violence
316pm replied your post oat-toast replied to your post: name the last time a police officer helped you
He beat the shit out of her and you dont think that warrants him getting arrested or going to jail/prison? Thats domestic violencerehabilitation of an abuser is not the main concern here. Seriously?people who are abusers still do not deserve to go to prison and become state slaves. SERIOUSLY.
uhm. fuck this post.
^ seriously
prison-related labor issues are important, but they should NOT NEVER UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES be used to justify letting abusers run around doing whatever they want with no consequences
I mean, enough abusers get to do that anyway. the ones that can be locked away, should be.
Joshua Glenn writes about one of the first zines he ever read, published by his friends at school in 1985:
what impressed me most about The Mark of Cain is how it inspired a thuggish football player to punch John in the mouth… because the guy (correctly) assumed that the message “Diana, will you please shut the kindly fuck up” inscribed onto one of the zine’s pages was a reference to his girlfriend. John and I were co-editors of the school’s literary magazine, which inspired no such visceral reactions! Not that I wanted to be punched in the mouth, but in some inchoate way I realized then and there that literary publishing would never provide me with the kind of immediate, personal feedback loop I craved.
(Glenn co-edited the book Significant Objects with my friend, Rob Walker.
