“I found a gay friend who basically saved me from wanting to kill myself half the time. Apparently, everyone in high school knew he was gay, and they just didn’t bother to tell me or I just didn’t bother to notice until he decided to make a pass at me one night and I just flatly told him that I wasn’t gay but I’d still be his friend. After that, I just started to realize that people were looking at me even more peculiarly than usual and then I started getting harassed, especially in gym class. They felt threatened because they were naked and I was supposedly gay, so they either better cover up their penises or punch me… or both. But after that, I started being proud of the fact that I was gay, even though I wasn’t.”—Kurt Cobain (via beenason)
My friend called my cell phone and somehow got my mom instead… So, I called my phone and ended up talking to my mom as well.
Apparently, she broke her old phone and when reactivating her new sim card the guy typed in 3 instead of a 4 at the end… knowing my mother she’s probably the one that gave him the wrong number. But that’s her story and she’s stickin’ to it.
I can’t call or text anyone until they change it back which could be forevaaa. I’m praying that no one sends her something I wouldn’t want her to read…
To think as a queer feminist is to think about the social spaces that surround art—about how some spaces tend to police and censor, and how other spaces nurture. We ask questions like: What power relationships are masked by popular narratives about art? What does art tell us about sex and desire? What kind of relationships do artworks generate between the people who gather around them? What kind of story has art history told us about the relationship between sex, desire, and art? What kinds of things can’t art history account for? What’s the difference between pornography and art? Between art and commerce? Where do our attitudes about sex figure into those distinctions? But more importantly, we honor the following: What does art allow us to image? What kind of world do artists call into being through their work?
The more we think about such questions and honor the difficulty of answering them, the farther we get from the art world’s centers. Thankfully, out here there’s more air to breath, more room to move, to think, and to speak.
”—Jennifer Doyle, from: “Fear and Loathing in New York…” (via art-of-drowning)