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inkskinned:

my-words-are-light:

inkskinned:

i wish my spine was a sword. i wish my knuckles were steel and my teeth could cut leather. i wish i was made of diamonds, unbreakable, unfeeling, glittering in the sun. 

If your spine was a sword, you wouldn’t be able to bend over. Bending over is fun.

i wish my spine was one of those flexible rulers that i could use to rap across people’s hands. i wish my knuckles were crayola crayons so i left art on everything i punched. i wish my teeth were straight and i had money for college. i wish i was made of triangles with a 90 degree angle so i could always be right, unbreakable, unfeeling, geometrical in the sun

rvancoogler:

Tonya was tiny, but her presence on the ice was powerful, undeniably muscular, and impossible to ignore. Commentators like to talk about skaters “fighting for each jump”; Tonya seemed to fight the jumps themselves. Later, much would be made in both the press and in parody about Tonya’s thighs: they were huge! They were so fat! How could she pretend to be pretty, or even feminine? But they were, at the end of the day, nothing more or less than the thighs of an athlete. They were thick and powerful because she needed them to be that way to launch herself into the air. When Midori jumped, she seemed to float like a leaf borne on the wind. Tonya, Time magazine wrote during the scandal, “bullies gravity.” They meant it as a criticism of her skating, and, by extension, of her, but one wonders: did this have to be a bad thing? What was inherently wrong with a spectacle of female power in which you could almost taste the athlete’s sweat, and feel her desire, her soreness, and her determination to leave the ground? She wasn’t artful, but it wasn’t her job to make art; she wasn’t soft and feminine, but it wasn’t her job to be those things, to sit still, or to smile passively while the cameras lingered on her face. It was her job to jump and spin, to tear the ice with her speed, to fight and fall and get up and fight again. And for a while—when the axel was a novelty and her country needed a skater who could challenge the Japanese, when the old narrative of American spunk versus a foreign juggernaut was ready to be dusted off for yet another Olympic year, and when Tonya could be counted on to win—the axel was enough to make Tonya enough.

clextra:

nobody asked but rizzo from grease shoulda been a lesbian

expected-chaos:

*Sees the grim in the mint leaves of my mojito*