Grimes = HERO.
i dont want my words to be taken out of context
i dont want to be infantilized because i refuse to be sexualized
i dont want to be molested at shows or on the street by people who perceive me as an object that exists for their personal satisfaction
i dont want to live in a world where…
This documentary has been sitting in an open tab for a week, just hoping for me to watch it. I shall set it free into the world of Tumblr. I’ll return to you someday, Makers.
Art. Life. Humor. URRRFFF.
Love love love love love.
Awed. Inspired. Somewhat disheartened.
The Quiet World
BY JEFFREY MCDANIEL
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
Eartha Kitt performing in Las Vegas, 1955
OK / too late / thank you.
Public art for public good. So inspiring. So much what I want to do.
A career in the helping professions vs. art? Both! Somehow, both.