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fette:

Photographer unknown, Rosa Luxemburg, Simone de Beauvoir, and Emma Goldman, circa 1930. Edit: upon calculation, this joyous trio is unlikely, unfortunately for my romantic spirit. Rosa would be 59, Simone 22 and Emma 61, even the genes of heroes can’t be this fortuitous, sigh. Thank you for pointing this out.
Three extraordinary women serendipitously embodying three places I call home.
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Solitude is a problem for writers generally, who spend so much time alone rehearsing a form of ideal communication. And men —as a practical matter — are often worse at being alone than women. But for male writers, however often an appearance of self-sufficiency can be stripped away to reveal a hidden structure of support, there is a writerly tradition of solitude that has existed at least since Romanticism: Rousseau’s “my habits are those of solitude and not of men,” or Shelley’s “Alastor; or, the Spirit of Solitude.” A man who chooses to be alone assumes the glamour of his forebears. A woman’s aloneness makes us suspicious: Even today it carries connotations of reluctance and abandonment, on the one hand, and selfishness and disobedience, on the other.
Emily Cooke, The Lonely Ones, for The New Inquiry, May 2012. Via.

fette confirms my suspicions: i’m 99% sure none of these women are rosa luxembourg, simone de beauvoir or emma goldman. i’m pretty sure i would have recognized at least emma goldman, and if this meeting ever did happen that there would have been more context online. INTERNET CITE YOUR SOURCES YOU BASTARDS.

fette:

Photographer unknown, Rosa Luxemburg, Simone de Beauvoir, and Emma Goldman, circa 1930. Edit: upon calculation, this joyous trio is unlikely, unfortunately for my romantic spirit. Rosa would be 59, Simone 22 and Emma 61, even the genes of heroes can’t be this fortuitous, sigh. Thank you for pointing this out.

Three extraordinary women serendipitously embodying three places I call home.

Solitude is a problem for writers generally, who spend so much time alone rehearsing a form of ideal communication. And men —as a practical matter — are often worse at being alone than women. But for male writers, however often an appearance of self-sufficiency can be stripped away to reveal a hidden structure of support, there is a writerly tradition of solitude that has existed at least since Romanticism: Rousseau’s “my habits are those of solitude and not of men,” or Shelley’s “Alastor; or, the Spirit of Solitude.” A man who chooses to be alone assumes the glamour of his forebears. A woman’s aloneness makes us suspicious: Even today it carries connotations of reluctance and abandonment, on the one hand, and selfishness and disobedience, on the other.

Emily Cooke, The Lonely Ones, for The New Inquiry, May 2012. Via.

fette confirms my suspicions: i’m 99% sure none of these women are rosa luxembourg, simone de beauvoir or emma goldman. i’m pretty sure i would have recognized at least emma goldman, and if this meeting ever did happen that there would have been more context online. INTERNET CITE YOUR SOURCES YOU BASTARDS.

anarkitsch:

[Image: Excerpt from Doris zine. Typewritten words on a white background.]

Friendship should not be a way to pass the time, a way to kill time, a distraction. Friendship should be a beginning place for the revolution.
Prioritize friendship. don’t get sucked into the isolation of just being a couple of wanting just truloveonepersontoreallyunderstandyou. don’t force someone to be monogamous, don’t force someone to be non-monogamous. If your loved one is sick or hurting so bad, prioritize them. Know the difference between self-righteous politics and a politic of compassion and love. But prioritize friendships. Talk to your friends about your hopes and dreams and fears and secrets that you usually save for your lover. Let them close to you. Commit yourself to them. Move to maintain friendships, not just to maintain relationships.

Fixed the source. If you take credit for words & creations that aren’t yours, you’re a douchebag and you need to exit the internet immediately.

anarkitsch:

[Image: Excerpt from Doris zine. Typewritten words on a white background.]


Friendship should not be a way to pass the time, a way to kill time, a distraction. Friendship should be a beginning place for the revolution.

Prioritize friendship. don’t get sucked into the isolation of just being a couple of wanting just truloveonepersontoreallyunderstandyou. don’t force someone to be monogamous, don’t force someone to be non-monogamous. If your loved one is sick or hurting so bad, prioritize them. Know the difference between self-righteous politics and a politic of compassion and love. But prioritize friendships. Talk to your friends about your hopes and dreams and fears and secrets that you usually save for your lover. Let them close to you. Commit yourself to them. Move to maintain friendships, not just to maintain relationships.

Fixed the source. If you take credit for words & creations that aren’t yours, you’re a douchebag and you need to exit the internet immediately.

salvagedfictions:

it makes me sad to see this circulating without credit cause Claude Cahun is a major inspiration for queer kids/gender non conforming people

the person who posted it wrote claude cahun’s name underneath (at least), but they say it’s “from a zine” they don’t name or link to? bummer. also it sucks that you can’t see the “i am in training don’t kiss me” shirt. mccall, you’re not alone in thinking it’s a must to talk about how great claude cahun was/is.
for a bit more about cahun’s art i wrote a post and shared some links over here.
does anyone know which zine this is from and where people can get it?

salvagedfictions:

it makes me sad to see this circulating without credit cause Claude Cahun is a major inspiration for queer kids/gender non conforming people

the person who posted it wrote claude cahun’s name underneath (at least), but they say it’s “from a zine” they don’t name or link to? bummer. also it sucks that you can’t see the “i am in training don’t kiss me” shirt. mccall, you’re not alone in thinking it’s a must to talk about how great claude cahun was/is.

for a bit more about cahun’s art i wrote a post and shared some links over here.

does anyone know which zine this is from and where people can get it?

new internet rules

  • just because you like someone as a person doesn’t mean you have to follow them online - this also applies to loving what someone writes on their blog, but hating their twitter, etc. zero obligation here, remember that
  • unfollow tumblrs that post things without credit, constantly (even if they post really cool shit)
  • think about engaging more directly with fewer people online than feeling the need to engage with tons of people vaguely - that’s how you roll in real life (making a small amount of people my priority when it comes to love/friendship vs. wasting time with on the surface social butterfly acquaintance bullshit)
  • spend more time sending messages and emails to people you respect and admire than talking to/about the people who piss you off
  • when getting wrapped up in an online comment debate, step back. it doesn’t matter who gets “the last word.” if someone refuses to see your point, wasting another 10-15 minutes trying to reiterate your point won’t do any good. if you feel you’ve expressed yourself clearly, move on. (why yes, this is directly about this)
melanie lynskey as hilary in “but i’m a cheerleader” (1999)
style icon moments you only recognize in hindsight - such an unsung babe/sheroe of mine! how much of my life has been asking myself “do i want to be that brunette babe in glasses, or do i want to fuck her?”

melanie lynskey as hilary in “but i’m a cheerleader” (1999)

style icon moments you only recognize in hindsight - such an unsung babe/sheroe of mine! how much of my life has been asking myself “do i want to be that brunette babe in glasses, or do i want to fuck her?”

this makes me feel all happy:
more 90s style hommages to dee-lite, the b52’s, janet jackson, linda perry, etc.
less gwen stefani bullshit pleaaaaaase.

this makes me feel all happy:

more 90s style hommages to dee-lite, the b52’s, janet jackson, linda perry, etc.

less gwen stefani bullshit pleaaaaaase.