the girls have been thrilled.

so two thousand and late

JAMAIS

Oh daughter.

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GO WHERE PEOPLE SLEEP AND SEE IF THEY ARE SAFE

Are you asleep or awake? Are the lights on, is your hair wet. Did you throw your socks on the floor or are you still wearing them.

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MUSEUM VISIT

Women in water, women alone, women together, women dressed women undressed women half-dressed, women painted, women imagined by men, hoped for by men, women are sisters women are wives women are never to be forgotten, women with no irises open mouths wisps of pubic hair, women with babies that’s a mother, bow your head it’s called respect, white women in gowns, women with long hair covered hair crowns, women with hymens, virgins, women with blushing cheeks she likes it, black women big hips big lips well times were different shrug shrug shrug women sighing women sleeping women doing work women are the work, I’m the artist, you the subject me you us one day we’ll hang in a gallery and someone will whisper nice nipples while the docent speaks my name and says REMEMBERED AS A VISIONARY OF HIS TIME THOUGH HE DIED POOR.

A MOTHER

I. Seven years old, perhaps, in my room. For the three years surrounding this age I was often overcome by crying fits; they might last hours. Sometimes I would burrow under the blankets of my bed to muffle the sound, sometimes I would write out the letters of the alphabet, uppercase and lowercase, over and over until I felt calm and the shaky letters straightened. This night I was doing one or the other of these things while my mother prepared to go to a party with my father. Outside my bedroom door I heard her walk past, her high heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor. I shuddered. There, there my mother and equally the sound of stilettos tapping the ground became in my mind the sounds of mother, woman.

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terrysdiary:

Kendrick Lamar

terrysdiary:

Kendrick Lamar

Marina Abramovic unexpectedly encounters Ulay, her ex-partner, for the first time in nearly thirty years while performing ‘The Artist is Present’ at her 2010 MOMA retrospective.

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Wellesley Tumblr Roll Call

wellesleyunderground:

Can we do a roll call for Wellesley on Tumblr?

ellie williams | class of 2011

Hubert Marot is a photographer with a magnificent eye for texture. His images focus on the unique patinas of organic and inert subjects. Rendered in monochrome and arranged side by side, it becomes surprisingly difficult to discern between concrete and skin, particularly in his uncomfortably fleshy depiction of a skate bowl.

(via modellesbians)

“The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room: “Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”

Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question. Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.” Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified:

“I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street,” said one.
“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.
“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”
“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”
“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”

The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life — including my mother, sister and girlfriend — and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender”

Why I Am A Male Feminist (via belle-de-nuit)
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