Finally done! Thinking about making prints of it #swan #painting #swanpainting #drawing #neotrad #neotraditional #tattoo #oldschool #Copic #markers #flash #tattooflash would love to tattoo this
into that emptiness to fine pure words.
Instead I think of the snow piling up, how
it is like sugar falling through a floor crack
at the foot of a dark mountain, some house
abandoned, the work done, the family gone …
What I have seen, all night, is the white surge …
with its own form, its fate, to which
I am nothing watching. I should not stay here.
I should go where words make a clumsy shape
against this heavy drift, where the self
I am can speak its forgiveness in its own
house, in its own tongue …
Whoever I am, whatever words I badly use,
may we come to the pure heat of our bodies
and keep in ourselves the dark edges
no snow in this world ever softened enough.
Selfies can be self care and self love without “male gaze” approval. Selfies can be visibility for underrepresented minorities. Selfies can bepersonal affirmations that you are here and you’re not going anywhere. And in my opinion, an equally valid #feministselife can be…
So, yeah. I know you’re tired of hearing about rape culture. But I’m tired of my friends getting raped.
I know you’re tired of hearing about abortion. I am too. So stop trying to tell me what to do with my uterus, and I promise you won’t hear another word from me about it.
I know men and women are different from each other. I’m just tired of that fact being used to excuse the inexcusable.
I know you’re tired of hearing about income inequality. But fuck you, pay us.
This is how it works. We get mad, we fight, we get tired, we get mad, we start again. Rinse, repeat. Feminism isn’t without its flaws, and it doesn’t seem able to speak with one voice or crystallize answers on the darker, stickier aspects of human nature and sexuality. But if I may get Rumsfeldian for a minute, this is the army we have. The fight comes to us whether we seek it or not, whether we want it or not, and whether we are ready or not.
I know, I haven’t been the perfect person the last days. I’ve been rude, and I’ve been insensitive at the very special point you tried to come up to me.
But I tried to explain myself and I tried to make you understand that I put a lot of effort in not going away. Because this is what I really want to do. Running away. Away from all the things I MIGHT not want, I MIGHT not handle the right way. This is stupid and I’m aware of it. I circle it all around this big “maybe”. Maybe I don’t want it that way, or maybe I don’t want you. But this is me: irrational. I don’t like to compromise, not at all. I don’t want to change my life even a bit for you to come in. I don’t want anything different like it’s now. I tend to stagnate. And this is definitely killing me.
So I’m constantly trying to overcome my silly little fears and I’m learning day by day how hard that can be. But I really don’t want just another pretty face, or just someone to hold, I don’t want my compassion go to waste.
I guess I want you.
And your beautiful soul.
Why I hate going on Facebook.
the thing that upsets me most here is that quite a few of these sample replies show profile photos of children. These people are raising families and kids. And for those fathers with daughters,I wonder how amusing they would find it if they knew there was at least a 1 in 4 chance of their own child being sexually assaulted or raped in her own lifetime.
A real funny joke there, dads.