“This transformation of the body into predictable and controllable operations is absolutely central to the naturalization of the category of sex. The uterus becomes a machine—controlled by the state and doctors—for the production of new bodies. The incomprehensible diversity of the human body becomes reduced to a simplistic and quantitative relation between various chemicals and hormones. Certain shapes are deemed healthy while others abnormal, and in need of surgical intervention. The binary of the so-called sex organs is almost achieved through this ongoing mutilation. Certain ratios of the distribution of fat, hair, bone structure and other occurrences come to be immutable proof of the eternal existence of the social prison of sex. In order for this prison to be totalizing, our conception of ourselves must be debased to these material operations. The engendering of humanity into the rational sexual body required the destruction of magic precisely because a magical view of the world holds that it is animated, unpredictable and that there is an occult force in plants, animals, stones, the stars and ourselves. Within this animist worldview, our individual capacities are not limited to the supposed biological destiny of sex; instead we can create, destroy, love, and take pleasure in an infinity of situations. This anarchic, molecular diffusion of powers throughout the world is antithetical to a gendered and social order which aims at capturing and dominating all life. The world had to be disenchanted to be dominated.”
— Against the Gendered Nightmare: Fragments on Domestication
do you ever see a photograph of someone really attractive from like the 1800s and you suddenly get pissed because they’ve been dead for like 200 years and you probably don’t have a chance with them
its so fucking funny when people in straight relationships try to use top/bottom language to describe their sex lives. my housemate was talking about “topping” her boyfriend and i was like “you peg him?” and she got all disgusted and was like NO I JUST LIKE BEING ON TOP!!!!
we really really need to oppress the hets man they’re playing with fire they’re using ideas they dont understand. they’re running with scissors
*Rules: Bold the statements that apply to you and italics are statements that I want to happen???
Appearance
I am over 5’5”• I wear glasses/contacts • I have blonde hair (man my hair color is a mess but its kinda blond yea) • I wear sweatshirts a lot • I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing • I have at least one tattoo • I have blue eyes • I have dyed or highlighted my hair • I have had plastic surgery • I have or had braces • I sunburn easily • I have freckles • I paint my nails • I typically wear makeup • I don’t often smile • I am pleased with how I look (well i try to be lmao) • I prefer Nike to Adidas • I wear baseball hats backwards
Hobbies and Talents
I play a sport • I can play an instrument • I am artistic • I have won a trophy in some sort of competition • I can cook or bake without a recipe • I know how to swim • I enjoy writing • I can do origami • I can execute a perfect somersault • I prefer movies to TV shows • I enjoy singing • I could survive on my own in the wild • I have read a new book series this year • I enjoy spending time with friends • I travel during school or work breaks • I can do a handstand
Experience
I’ve had my first kiss • I have gotten drunk • I have told a crush I liked them • I have traveled outside of the country • I have flown on an airplane • I have stayed awake more than 48 hours • I’ve had a near death experience • I’ve caught something on fire • I was on TV • I have performed in a talent show• I have shot a gun • I have gone scuba diving • I have broken a bone • I have slow danced • I have gone on a shopping spree
Relationships
I’m in a relationship • I have been single for over a year • I have a crush • I have a best friend • I have known a friend for over 10 years • My parents are together • I have a brother • I have dated my best friend • I am adopted • My crush has confessed to me • I’ve had a long distance relationship • I’m an only child • I give advice to my friends • I’ve made an online friend • I’ve met up with someone I met online
Aesthetics
I’ve heard the ocean in a conch shell • I’ve watched the sun rise • I enjoy rainy days • I’ve slept under the stars • I meditate outside • The sound of chirping calms me • I enjoy the smell of the beach • I know what snow tastes like • I listen to music to fall asleep • I enjoy thunderstorms • I enjoy cloud watching • I have attended a bonfire • I pay close attention to color • I find mystery in the ocean • I enjoy hiking on nature paths • Autumn is my favorite season
Miscellaneous
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle • I’m the mom friend • I live by a certain quote*** • I like the smell of sharpies • I’m involved in extracurricular activities • I enjoy Mexican food • I can drive a stick shift • I have memorized an entire song in a day • I believe in true love • I dream up scenarios to fall asleep • I sing in the shower • I wish I lived in a video game • I have a canopy above my bed • I am multiracial • I’m a redhead • I own at least 3 dogs
I’m suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.
A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.
“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.
“I’m afraid there might be danger,” she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.
The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.
“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”
