Pull All Your Strings, Play Every Chord

falconeer:

TWEET THIS YOU SMALL-MINDED MOTHERFUCKER!
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“You’re a dirty carpet munching cunt that belongs in my kitchen, washing my dishes and cock. Write a poem about that….”
So I took his advice and wrote the poem.
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Obviouslyyou are a rotting dick/an ass wipean open sore existingamong the worst tumors that plague humanityyou are an apology someone should have madeto womencenturies agotoday you remaina very good reason abortions should be legaland availableto every woman who finds herselfcarrying the figurative fetus of your fetid misogynyget the fuck out of my wombyou hater of your own originyou forget you came from some woman’s cuntthe pussy you so derideprovided path for youto get here spewing such sick soliloquyyour existencemakes a good argument for capital punishmentonly I hold myselfaccountable to a more compassionate code of ethicsso I refrain from advocatingfor the archaic quartering of youI will also resist the urgeto imagine you shackled in sequestered servitudekneeling at the altar of some woman’s holy cuntwashing her feet with your mouthonlyI would not wish her the degradationof your tongue on her fleshyour feet on her floorsyou are the thing I will spend my entire lifetrying to protect my daughterfrom/the slime of your ignorancethe sweat of your hatecoward that you arehiding behind the intangible shroud of the virtualyour keystrokes are the only ones with any powerimpotentunimportant little manyou splatter the male identitywith the putridity you exuderotting apple/gonorrheal woundrefusing to heal/you would have us concludethat most people with penises are like youbut for the stellar examples of men in my lifeI would think you the normyour actions would inform the love I cradlefor the small boys in my circleearnestly learninghow to be better than the monster you arefar and awayfairytales and fiction pervade what they know of vaginasvaluing virginity over the virtue of being fairbravado over advocating for equalityyou make me wish I had a sonto personally prove your antithesis possibleFrankensteinyou frighten mewith your ability to keep breathingyour inclination to replicateto recruitto keep pressing the boot of your discriminationupon the necks of generation after generationafter generationthe only thing that prevents me from raising armsand going guerilla after you with gunsis our collective dedicationto the eradication of your kindacross all the borders of feminismand raceand spaces held wire against the throat of equalitywomen resist heart and bodycunts and collarboneskitchens and bedroomswe rebuke all you offer as factthe act of tweeting something does not make true you are only a narrow opinionconstructed poorlyone hundred forty characters/your cavalryis not nearly as committed as mineyou and your cronies were contrivedto keep the best parts of us brokenthese poems you and your drones continue to encouragethese litanies I continue to composewill stand as evidence your crumbling tyrannytime will hold your actionsyour utterancesas shamefulas it was with every disease before youthe strongest/most admirable parts of being humanwill keep adapting/over and overhistory has already shown uswhat doesn’t kill us/will make our resistance strongerhowever unpleasantthe uphill task of surviving you as pandemiccan only make our species more immune
- [StaceyAnn Chin](Please note everything above belongs to StaceyAnn Chin. She wrote it all, and it’s her in the photo).

TWEET THIS YOU SMALL-MINDED MOTHERFUCKER!

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“You’re a dirty carpet munching cunt that belongs in my kitchen, washing my dishes and cock. Write a poem about that….”

So I took his advice and wrote the poem.

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Obviously
you are a rotting dick/an ass wipe
an open sore existing
among the worst tumors that plague humanity

you are an apology someone should have made
to women
centuries ago

today you remain
a very good reason abortions should be legal
and available
to every woman who finds herself
carrying the figurative fetus of your fetid misogyny

get the fuck out of my womb
you hater of your own origin
you forget you came from some woman’s cunt
the pussy you so deride
provided path for you
to get here spewing such sick soliloquy

your existence
makes a good argument for capital punishment
only I hold myself
accountable to a more compassionate code of ethics
so I refrain from advocating
for the archaic quartering of you
I will also resist the urge
to imagine you shackled in sequestered servitude
kneeling at the altar of some woman’s holy cunt
washing her feet with your mouth
only
I would not wish her the degradation
of your tongue on her flesh
your feet on her floors

you are the thing I will spend my entire life
trying to protect my daughter
from/the slime of your ignorance
the sweat of your hate
coward that you are
hiding behind the intangible shroud of the virtual
your keystrokes are the only ones with any power
impotent
unimportant little man
you splatter the male identity
with the putridity you exude
rotting apple/gonorrheal wound
refusing to heal/you would have us conclude
that most people with penises are like you

but for the stellar examples of men in my life
I would think you the norm
your actions would inform the love I cradle
for the small boys in my circle
earnestly learning
how to be better than the monster you are

far and away
fairytales and fiction pervade what they know of vaginas
valuing virginity over the virtue of being fair
bravado over advocating for equality
you make me wish I had a son
to personally prove your antithesis possible

Frankenstein
you frighten me
with your ability to keep breathing
your inclination to replicate
to recruit
to keep pressing the boot of your discrimination
upon the necks of generation after generation
after generation

the only thing that prevents me from raising arms
and going guerilla after you with guns
is our collective dedication
to the eradication of your kind
across all the borders of feminism
and race
and spaces held wire against the throat of equality
women resist heart and body
cunts and collarbones
kitchens and bedrooms
we rebuke all you offer as fact
the act of tweeting something does not make true

you are only a narrow opinion
constructed poorly
one hundred forty characters/your cavalry
is not nearly as committed as mine
you and your cronies were contrived
to keep the best parts of us broken
these poems you and your drones continue to encourage
these litanies I continue to compose
will stand as evidence your crumbling tyranny
time will hold your actions
your utterances
as shameful

as it was with every disease before you
the strongest/most admirable parts of being human
will keep adapting/over and over
history has already shown us
what doesn’t kill us/will make our resistance stronger
however unpleasant
the uphill task of surviving you as pandemic
can only make our species more immune

- [StaceyAnn Chin]

(Please note everything above belongs to StaceyAnn Chin. She wrote it all, and it’s her in the photo).

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The Reader

Bag o’ chips, bottle o’ wine, and all my creys.

Kate Winslet why

The failure of language to adequately encapsulate those you love.

He stands in the doorway to the kitchen, hands on his hips.

“You’re going to take a break soon?”

The wafting smells of cilantro and butter

and the sharp savor of garlic pull my attention for a minute.

But I shake the smells from my nose, my head absently returning to psychoanalysis and Freud

phallocentrism and feminism.

He walks over to the couch where I click clack away, and says more forcefully this time, “You’re going to take a break soon”, and then he kisses me on the head and walks away.

I scratch my scalp where his bristly scruff scratched it and laugh at him, finally distracted from my work.

“What?” he says, smiling as he walks back to the kitchen, as if this gesture means nothing.

This is the unwitting gift of a best friend

Who mends the heart, and breaks the fall

I reply, “You’re just great. That’s all.”

balalaikaboss:

danspeerin:

So as part of a ridiculous law known as Bill 78, citizens involved with the Quebec Student Strike must provide police with all protest routes for the cops approval. Here’s the first one they handed in.

YES.

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Men are not exploited or oppressed by sexism, but there are ways in which they suffer as a result of it.

bell hooks, “Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center” (via theseasonofthewitch)

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str8nochaser:

My thighs do more than touch. They share mystical secrets and whisper spells as I walk.

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Grilled chicken strips, mozzarella, pear slices, cheddar, craisins, brie, panini grilled to perfection on crispy thin slices of french bread I slaved over myself. If this in foodporn, I am a porn star.

hollysses:

Florence Welch in US Marie Claire June 2012 read the interview here

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sophication:

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torayot:

wackalope:

ecto-bandit:

glitterswitch:

wysteria-peacock:

My absolute favourite cat ever. This is a manul, or pallas cat. Found in the Afghan mountains, they’re one of the oldest pure-blood cousins of our own goggies.

Nyoooooo~~~

I NEED THIS ON MY DASH TO LIIIIIVE.

gpoy

Aren’t they beautiful

Mary (premierboner)

there is someone here for you

:D!

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Psychologists Discover How People Subconsciously Become Their Favorite Fictional Characters
Psychologists have discovered that while reading a book or story, people are prone to subconsciously adopt their behavior, thoughts, beliefs and internal responses to that of fictional characters as if they were their own.
Experts have dubbed this subconscious phenomenon ‘experience-taking,’ where people actually change their own behaviors and thoughts to match those of a fictional character that they can identify with.
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Psychologists Discover How People Subconsciously Become Their Favorite Fictional Characters

Psychologists have discovered that while reading a book or story, people are prone to subconsciously adopt their behavior, thoughts, beliefs and internal responses to that of fictional characters as if they were their own.

Experts have dubbed this subconscious phenomenon ‘experience-taking,’ where people actually change their own behaviors and thoughts to match those of a fictional character that they can identify with.

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