Is a brill place for french makan. GO THERE. End of story. Reminiscent of Creperie Armen! (Oh, Frannie, your service. And the salmon pate + praline that I get nowhere else.)
but you are, my love, the astronaut
flying in the face of science
i will gladly stay an afterthought
just bring back some nice reminders
Oh hell. Cosy weekends & indulgences! (dear martin luther, these i will gladly peddle on the streets of vienna, keep your thesis in your pants, kthx)
pour toi, daa. dont you just love his jizz face.
All I can think about now is french, oh pretentious french. I hope the performance shines. Pig squeals, kev 8D ange and i were talking about accents earlier. L can be a complete ASS about my french accent—sez it’s fake to the point where the criticism debilitated me and I could barely read when asked to in class. Ugh. You cannot deny that there is a standard way of pronouncing the words, particular probably to the teacher’s accent and the region she’s from. Of course it’s going to be fake! It’s affected, it’s trained. I listen to the way our teacher speaks english, and even that is disciplined. You’ve got your rounded vowels, your trained intonation, how much more put-on can you get?
Toast of the week after an extended weekend of drinks:
BOOYAKASHAAAA. Hear me now, bo, selecta, swallow back, holler, big up ya self, everything that I in, coming at ya like Cleopatra, come in a couple of bars, recognize, represent, keep it real, you gotta check ya self before ya wreck ya self, swallow back…oh yeah, and hello.
O YA. I forgot you exist. Life sucks you up and bruises, so sometimes you barely have time for your day planner, let alone journal or blog. First, some atmosphere!
PAINTBALL: Goddayumn, one check on the list of things to do before I die. Holding a …not gun, but a marker, shooting the crap outta people, running a la headless chicken on the field, getting shot dowwwwn. ADRENALINE, plskthx. Plus hitting Boon in the ass. Hahahahah, revenge is an orange ball and a hickey the size of your palm.
FRIDAY NIGHTS: (with the balaclava yuppies) are always tinged with strangeness and manic laughter. Cheers to rediscovering people and epiphanies with an old best friend <3
MOTHER: Came and went, with Ribena jokes and frankness, with family politics rehashed and Zen moments, releasing issues and lovely clothes free of hangers and hang-ups.
BINARY GENDER ROLES: are a myth perpetuated by pop culture and violence, sez Andrea Dworkin. Continuous leapfrog power play is so absolutely unnecessary if women stopped wanting to be the “woman” in their relationships. STOP IT!!! I usually advocate diversity rather than homogeneity, but honest to god, I am so sick of the side-effects. Plus, on sex:
Dworkin argued that depictions of intercourse in mainstream art and culture consistently emphasized heterosexual intercourse as the only kind of "real" sex, portrayed intercourse in violent or invasive terms, portrayed the violence or invasiveness as central to its eroticism, and often united it with male contempt for, revulsion towards, or even murder of, the "carnal" woman.
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Sex-positive feminist critics criticized her legal activism as censorious, and argued that her work on pornography and sexuality promoted an essentialist, conservative, or repressive view of sexuality, which they often characterized as "anti-sex" or "sex-negative." Her criticisms of common heterosexual sexual expression, pornography, prostitution, and sexual sadism were frequently claimed to disregard women’s own agency in sex or to deny women’s sexual choices. Dworkin countered that her critics often misrepresented her views, and that under the heading of "choice" and "sex-positivity" her feminist critics were failing to question the often violent political structures that confined women’s choices and shaped the meaning of sex acts. Feminist journalist and writer Cathy Young criticized what she called Dworkin’s "destructive legacy" and described Dworkin as a "sad ghost" that feminism needs to exorcise.”
This is eating me up. I’m going to fall asleep dreaming of Gilman and s&m, I swear. Feminism is NOT healthy.
Also, some of the brilliance of Ginsberg’s Howl:
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machin- ery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull…”
Pictures up soon! <3.142
