Read this Village Voice cover story this morning and got my life + became a fan. Specifically here:
“Quattlebaum says he hates … the field of queer studies along with it. ‘I have a lot of problems with the academic queer community because it’s a community that exists completely removed from reality,’ he says. ‘Those kids who are selling their bodies on the West Side Highway, on Christopher Street, they don’t even know what the fuck queer theory is.’”
Hence our need to be rooted in grassroots, in the streets, in solidarity with those who are “marginalized.” I’m done with folks and organizations speaking our names and bodies in theory, in death, in stats. Yet ignoring the same folks they discuss in theory without ever knowing us, without ever trying to engage, without ever “outreaching,” without ever lending the stage and resources to us.
As a trans woman of color - no matter what space I enter - I have one stilletoed foot on the street. Always.
<3 <3 <3
this is a constant inner-struggle i have with myself. the balance between academia and grass-roots activism. it’s a sad reality that having academic ‘credentials’ makes people listen to you more when you are doing your activism work. trying to keep the balance so i can be as an effective voice as possible. not easy. this is a good reminder what it’s all about.
mykki blanco is quite honestly amazing if you haven’t seen the music video fo wavvy i highly recommend
yes good
Quvenzhané Wallis got nominated for Breakthrough Performance in the MTV movie awards for her performance in Beasts of the Southern Wild.Go here to vote for her! And reblog to get the word out!
… and so sherlock and john never met. the end.
THE SHOW WOULD CONSIST OF JOHN LIMPING AROUND LONDON AT VARIOUS SPEEDS
“Who’d want me for a flatmate?” John asked, completely serious at the notion that anyone would actually want to room with him. He glanced at his old colleague when he heard him chuckling. “What?”
“Nothing, I just remembered a funny joke.” He said with a smile. It probably had something to do with two flatmates or something. John didn’t inquire.
“Oh.” He responded simply, returning his gaze to his cup of coffee. After a few minutes of silence, John looked up to ask Stamford a question but stopped when he saw a curious look on the man’s face. He almost seemed horrified. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Stamford stuttered. “It’s just…” He seemed to be trying to get a look at John’s back. “I just thought I saw something on your back.”
(Source: fixshitfelix)
#still confused: elementary or porn?
PARTIAL INDECIPHERABILITY AT ALL COSTS
GIANT BUG GLASSES
SAY “I HATE THIS CONVERSATION” AND THEN LEAVE
GIVE AND TAKE CRITICISM LIKE IT’S NOT A FUCKING REFERENDUM ON ANYONE’S HUMANITY
BE A REAL PERSON
TURN IN A LIST OF COMPLAINTS AS YOUR READING NOTES
ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE MORE COMPLEX THAN YOU ARE INTERESTING
END ALL RANTS WITH “NOT FOR NOTHING, BUT FUCK YOU”
IMMITATION AS MIMICRY
OFFER NO EXPLANATION
