“Jessica
has a forehead scar from
the deep end of a pool. I
ask Jessica what drowning
feels like and she says
not everything feels like
something else.”
— Angie Sijun Lou, “Jessica gives me a chill pill,” published in Muzzle (via bostonpoetryslam)
People who shit on modern art are so fucking annoying, it’s one thing to not enjoy abstract art but to constantly criticize it with “my 3 year old could do that!” shows a) you need all imagery spoonfed to you and b) your 3 year old is more in tune with their emotions than you are. It shows a complete lack of emotional vulnerability, which, itself is fine, but purposely not comprehending that the entire point of abstract art is to provoke emotions makes you, frankly, a dumbass
This goes for all abstract art too. Paintings, sculpture, music, film, whatever. It’s not hard to comprehend. Claiming to appreciate one medium and then shitting on a subset of it because you think it’s simple is pure dumbassery
this is not gonna be a fleshed out, coherent thought because i’m sleepy but for a long time i felt like i couldn’t relate to “other” GNC lesbian women at all, like there was some unnameable but extremely deep and vital difference between me and them, and eventually I realized that I was hung up on this notion that other GNC women were actually GNC women on the inside. they were masc women or butch lesbian women through and through, whereas I was only GNC/butch because it’s the closest I could possibly come to ‘being myself’ in this unluckily female body even though it’s actually leagues away from whatever the fuck I am (not human or woman). I’m only a lesbian in the most technical possible sense, not in the way that other women are lesbians for real; I’m an accidental intruder. I just happen to look like One Of Those Women, but it’s really not representative or even close to ideal. anyway I know now that I was way off because lots of us are dysphoric as shit and seem to feel these same things lmao. the secret is that we all fuckin feel like this