you know what? it is a blessed feeling to be a trans woman feeling like an old hag among a bunch of twenty-something trans women. how fucking lucky lucky are we to feel old?
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the touch of everything blushes me・being undone and redoing・放了那個作品・warding-off-magic・backwater of the “unreal”・front left speaker・the city is empty until you find it・yes, salt・nec spe nec metu・cunt-forward・anyway, it’s very early
you know what? it is a blessed feeling to be a trans woman feeling like an old hag among a bunch of twenty-something trans women. how fucking lucky lucky are we to feel old?
Theo LeGro DESIRE CORNERS ME IN THE QUIET On the beach, I take self portraits with my eyes closed, standing in water that rises from ankle to neck in less than a second. In the darkroom’s red glow, I mix fixer and developer, hang my film to dry and make print after print. At home, I light every burner on the stove, stir the sauce and boil water for pasta. Everything begins and ends with salt: the chemicals that coax out the shadows that build my unseeing face in the photos I won’t show anyone, the meal I make for my friends so I don’t have to tell them I need them, the ocean I’m so scared of because it reminds me of love. At the bar, the band plays a song about a bucket with a hole in it and I think of my heart. I think of crickets rising at twilight singing for touch, how science tells us the source of this music is the caress of one leg against another. I wish I could be as brave as an insect, let this longing make my body its instrument. In bed, a lover tells me, your heart is beating so fast. I roll over. I say, Don’t listen.
"I wish I could be as brave as an insect, let this longing/make my body its instrument."
plumepoetry.com/desire-corne...
A photo of the Chicago skyline at night with a tangle of bright lighting lignite gap the night sky during a thunderstorm
Boom! Had a great ight show over the skyline tonight. Here’s my first big lightning shot of the season.
This is a 2-frame composite. Best as I can tell, two large, branching bolts struck the eastern antenna mast of the Hancock. #wxsky #ilwx
Closeup of a magenta hellebore flower in bloom, with the flower in profile pointing toward the left side of the photo, stem extending down and to the right. The sun gives the flower a lovely glow. Green blurry background.
Photos from today's walk (thread): Hellebore.
#photography #FlowerReport #PNW #bloomscrolling #garden #flowers
My contribution is that sometimes you get the ick early, are fool enough to talk yourself out of the ick, you give the person a chance, they fuck you over, and then you are walloped with the triple ick
Omelas but the kid is a masochist. Checkmate utilitarians
[scared] we needed this rain
Trees, glitched and color-distorted by a circuit-bent camera
Ducks in a lake, glitched and color-distorted by a circuit-bent camera
Trees, glitched and color-distorted by a circuit-bent camera
A heavily glitched field
A walk in the park at civil twilight, getting a feel for my new circuit-bent 2001 Sony Cybershot camera. All effects and colors are in-camera.
THEESatisfaction - Recognition
I am sick and tired of struggling and of my family struggling and everyone I know struggling and all the worst people on the fuckin planet having it easier than any of us will ever know
i feel like i was supposed to have so much more life
The amount of times a doctor has dismissed my concerns about a medication’s impact on libio or avoided the topic is so annoying. And once again it all goes back to how much internalize puritism society is strangled by that we can’t acknowledge the value of pleasure
“Alexander Dunn, a retired police officer and president of the Illinois Council of Police, a police union, told Business Insider that while Flock is a useful investigative tool, it can also be "an information overload" when officers on patrol are inundated with pings.”
“"It's just like scrolling on Instagram or a slot machine, you hear that ding from your computer, and now your adrenaline goes up a little bit," he said.”
Oh.
sad girl tuesday
Rather than trying to create something Lynchian via surrealism, I think it's more interesting (but more challenging) to let emotions dictate the visual language and disrupt or even break the narrative. I always found this part of Lynch's creative perspective the most simultaneously strange and human
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Post 1 Reposted by little lamb Jana H-S (they/them) @jana-aych-ess.b... 1d I want you to do me a favor. I want you to set a timer for three minutes. while that timer is running I want you to treat the Post underneath this one as a new commandment. for three minutes I want you to reorganize your life around its teachings. and when the timer goes off, I want you to let it go Post 2: little lamb @puddleofbrain.bsky.social go outside and punch the grass until you break every bone in your hand
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this is my new favorite book review
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exceeding slipperiness
Apparently the new “Fuck, Marry, Kill” is “Finger, U-Haul, Ghost.” 🌈
Queer exegesis via the body, anyone? Here is a poem by Duc Dau, "I chewed a Bible..."
...Its belly is soft vellum.
Above, sharpened pencils, exclamation marks.
www.electric-pink.org/poetry/i-che...
just keep telling yourself that bb
*snort laughs*
Mario telling a little blonde child in a bubble bath to not forget to wash his foreskin. This is canon from a Japanese promotional thing from like the 80s or 90s and not an edit.
happy mar 10
The biggest change in software development is not AI code, but a permission structure for disregarding quality in the pursuit of velocity
Yes, That's When Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer I like my body when I'm in the woods and I forget my body. I forget that arms, that legs, that nose. I forget that waist, that nerve, that skin. And I aspen. I mountain. I river. I stone. Ieaf. I path. I flower. Ilike when I evergreen, current and berry. I like when I mushroom, avalanche, cliff. And everything is yes then, and everything new: wild iris, duff, waterfall, dew.