“BLESSED ARE THE SISSIES
BLESSED ARE THE BOI DYKES
BLESSED ARE THE PEOPLE OF COLOR MY BELOVED KITH AND KIN
BLESSED ARE THE TRANS
BLESSED ARE THE HIGH FEMMES
BLESSED ARE THE SEX WORKERS
BLESSED ARE THE AUTHENTIC
BLESSED ARE THE DIS-IDENTIFIERS
BLESSED ARE THE GENDER ILLUSIONISTS
BLESSED ARE THE NON-NORMATIVE
BLESSED ARE THE GENDERQUEERS
BLESSED ARE THE KINKSTERS
BLESSED ARE THE DISABLED
BLESSED ARE THE HOT FAT GIRLS
BLESSED ARE THE WEIRDO-QUEERS
BLESSED IS THE SPECTRUM
BLESSED IS CONSENT
BLESSED IS RESPECT
BLESSED ARE THE BELOVED WHO I DIDN’T DESCRIBE, I COULDN’T DESCRIBE, WILL LEARN TO DESCRIBE AND RESPECT AND LOVE
AMEN”—Mark Aguhar, Litanies to my heavenly brown body (via nirvikalpa)
“We live in a highly controlled society. There is no real freedom of thought. There is freedom of choice between ten different brands of washing-up powder, or ten different washing machines, or a hundred different cars, but real choices about our life we don’t have any freedom at all. The information that’s bombarded at us every day by the media, by politicians, we know in our hearts is all lies. But what’s the truth, you know? We are living in a society of sophisticated mind-control.”—Graham Hancock (via nirvikalpa)
This is deeply fascinating, and truly dissects the difference between sexuality, sexual attraction, social structure, religion, and personal choice.
Yesterday, blogger and family therapist Josh Weed published a 6,000-word post on his personal site that he’d co-written with his wife of 10 years. In the post, Weed came out publicly for the first time.
“Anya: There was this other apocalypse this one time. And, well, I took off. But this time, I don’t… I don’t know.
Andrew: Well, what’s different?
Anya: Well, I guess I was kinda new to being around humans before. And now I’ve seen a lot more, gotten to know people, seen what they’re capable of and I guess I just realize how amazingly… screwed up they all are. I mean, really, really screwed up in a monumental fashion.
Anya: And they have no purpose that unites them, so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die. Which they-they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They’re incapable of thinking about what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane, and yet, here’s the thing. When it’s something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they’re lame morons for fighting. But they do. They never… They never quit. And so I guess I will keep fighting, too.”—
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: End of Days (#7.21) (2003)
I am having a lot of Buffy remembrance today, geek out moments earning me stardom from here to Flex Mentallo and action figure assembly.