i love the term “partners”
are we dating?
are we robbing a bank?
do we run a legal firm?
are we the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies and are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit?
This is an important message on how privilege really works.
it’s good to remember that we shouldn’t only define ourselves by our marginalized identities. for example I am cis, I am middle class, I am educated, I speak English, I am a documented citizen—remember all of those identities you possess that give you privilege.
Always check your privilege. Everyone has one in some way
and to the years to follow
this is the last one!
Photographs and Watercolors Merge in Surreal Paintings by Aliza Razell
Using self-portrait photographs and watercolors, artist Aliza Razell has been exploring several abstract narratives by merging the two mediums in Photoshop. Her first series, Anesidora , involves the story of Pandora’s Jar (Pandora’s box was actually a jar, a detail misinterpreted in the 1400s), while the second is inspired by the Finnish word ikävä, meaning the feeling of missing someone or something. You can see much more of her work over on Flickr, and you might interested to know Razell is the older sister of young photgorapher Fiddle Oak, featured here last year.
I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.
1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.
I don’t get it either.
I know you’re sitting here in your blazer
and moderately high heels
getting mascara all the way down to your collar.
And I don’t get it.
And I know you know they say it doesn’t always make sense
but goddammit if you didn’t want it to this time.
You just wanted it to make sense.
And maybe you can’t hear these next things right now.
But maybe you can read them.
And read them again,
And read again.
Until at least your left hand isn’t clutching the snot covered tissue.
You are worth more than this.
You are worth more than however small they told you, you were.
You are worth more than the mid-lunch rejection email that reminds you they would looooove to still see you come back.
You are worth more than the morning light sneak out, the shushed mention of her name, the “i’m tired, let’s try again another night.”
You are worth more than the never remembering your name.
You are worth more than the 8-5 office, the small window, the sad song on repeat turned down, the “we’ll call you”.
You are worth more than someplace to go at 3 am.
Don’t answer that phone call.
The lock is only as sturdy as you believe it is.
Keep the deadbolt clicked and beat your chest until your heart starts speeding and tell her you’re listening.
If no one else is fucking listening, you are.
You notice her. You hear that fucking beautiful song.
I’ve heard the phrase, “we accept the love we think we deserve.”
And you think love is all thunderstorms and missed calls and it’s not.
It’s more than you’ve allowed yourself to hope for because they all taught you something so different.
And you deserve more.
You deserve front porch kisses
and daytime hand holding
and to wear shoes that you love
and to spend all these work hours pushing towards something you care about.
You deserve someone who answers the phone
and a home that grieves your absense
and a bank account that is filled with tokens of kindness that you’ve given away because you never run out of those.
You deserve a listener
a follower into the darkness
a reminder of the light
a harmony to your heart beat.
I’m sorry if it’s not here yet.
I can feel the ache you’re constantly trying to bury.
Let it unearth itself sometimes ok?
You can cover yourself in the dirt of it.
And I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
I’ll be here
listening in the darkness
no matter how long you want to shake.
Give yourself permission to make some noise.
There are two types of people..
(*the catpocalypse is nigh)
I almost passed out when this venue I contacted told me the one wedding package costs $140/plate. That’s $14,000 for 100 people not including other fees. Am I a complete cheapskate or is that crazy? YIKES. Looks like I’m definitely getting married at a farm/barn and catering in homestyle, buffet food. No time or money for bougieness here!