one thing i’ve always loved about my inbetween-language-border-space is that “grandparents” is the same in french or english. lately i hate that. listening to sad jean leloup songs and being sad about wierd (birth) family shit. when i say recovering catholic, i fucking mean it.
bourque/burke, lefebvre, caron, courval.
"The threat of violence is a universal experience for women and queer people. It binds us together. And the organization of our lives according to a rape schedule
is not easy; it takes mental effort. And it starts early — I remember being concerned about sexual assault as early as 11 years old, and planning my route to the subway accordingly. Can you imagine what we might use that brainspace for? There are so many other beautiful, fascinating and lovely thoughts that might fill the space that we are forced to reserve for violence prevention. Men do not have to negotiate the constant threat of violence in the same way as women; their minds are unburdened by how to prevent attacks — and prove that such attacks were not their own fault."
— My Rape Schedule « Women’s Glib (via amberlrhea) (via sluthaditcoming) (via birminghamdrunk) (via lipstick-feminists) (via tulletulle)