Sarah Schulman, NYC, 1988, photographed by Robert Giard for the “Particular Voices: Portraits of Gay and Lesbian Writers” series (via emilygould)
i am actually crying over these serious & gorgeous portraits of queer writers in the 1980s, many of whom have been super fucking inspiring to me!! stay tuned, more queued and coming soon
<3 <3 <3
6:49 pm • 7 April 2013 • 104 notes
this weird day is all about staying in bed and thinking about what a good drummer Janet Weiss is
9:16 pm • 31 March 2013 • 632 notes
“These are the days that must happen to you.”
— Song of the Open Road, Walt Whitman. (via janale)
10:29 pm • 26 March 2013 • 76 notes
“There is a reason why people pick up an instrument and put it between themselves and the rest of the world. Language is an inadequate form of communication. If you’ve picked up an instrument, it’s because you don’t feel you are communicating sufficiently.”
Stephen Stills, interviewed by Jessica Hopper for Rolling Stone
Thinking about this a lot today.
2:32 pm • 26 March 2013 • 1 note
All up on Your Thighs: I bought Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and...
I bought Why Does He Do That?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men from the Barnes & Noble on my way home Sunday. I finished it sometime yesterday, having only put it down to spend time with my girlfriend and to clean (we finally finished season eight of The X-Files).
this book was…
I want to echo how important this book was for me in order to really process my former abusive relationship. I also want to make it clear that this book is helpful even if you are not straight. It is definitely triggering, but I found it helped me to move through painful memories in a productive way.
6:43 pm • 20 March 2013 • 13 notes
I have three poems up on Two Serious Ladies.
I’m playing musical improv at Lindsey Kugler’s book release party this Saturday at the IPRC in Portland.
I feel like the universe is putting me through a course called: You have a body, by the way. I got in a bike accident and broke my hand and screwed up my shoulder and such. It was a very humbling experience. I will never forget the night I made chili and had to figure out how to use a can opener with one hand, and when I was finally done cooking I was so exhausted I didn’t have the energy to eat. Then a couple months ago I started having problems with acid reflux, which has required a complete change of my lifestyle. I’m grateful for the opportunity to make better habits, I just wish that I didn’t have to wait for the river to be on fire to figure out not to dump garbage in it all the time.
The other big thing that happened was that my grandfather died. He chose to go off dialysis, so it gave us all time to prepare. I was there for the last few days of his life. It made me very aware of the limits of language. I couldn’t say anything to him without it sounding completely inadequate. Then, he couldn’t really communicate at all. I began playing guitar for him and it seemed to soothe him. I sang Roger Miller’s “King of the Road,” and he smiled, almost. On the night of his death I took requests from my uncles and we all sang together. It made me think about what music is for, and why I’m doing what I’m doing in the first place.
3:12 pm • 18 March 2013 • 5 notes
Should I get into an argument about income inequality on facebook?
2:43 pm • 4 March 2013 • 3 notes
“As a society, we encourage girls and women to be emotionally accessible, and in touch with their feelings; we say that it’s an innately feminine trait. We say it, that is, until they have feelings that make us uncomfortable, at which point we recast them as melodramatic harpies, shrieking banshees, and basket cases”
Tori Amos (via eaaao)
This is actually a quote from a Sady Doyle piece about Tori Amos! Not a quote from Tori. Source
(Source: queerintersectional, via yoursecretary)
6:00 pm • 21 February 2013 • 21,967 notes