how to draw thing
how to write thing
how to do thing
how to sleep
A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars.
Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go."
Is your satire effective if it triggers feelings of insecurity and inadequacy in a certain subgroup within your viewership? Is your satire effective if it makes misogynists and fat-shamers feel like their hatred and aggression has been validated? Is your satire effective if you have to explain to everyone that it’s satire?
No, no, no.
Of course, there is plenty of room for edgier satire that makes people feel uncomfortable. But the point is to make people feel uncomfortable about society’s inherent power structure, or the misdeeds of government, or the follies of humanity in general — with the intent that you’ll spark intelligent discussion that might lead to positive changes in the world. If your satire only serves to make women feel uncomfortable about their bodies, then you need to reexamine your approach."
Alexis Pauline Gumbs, quoted by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha in a transformative justice workshop at Hampshire earlier this year.
Stuff I’m finding as I “clean” my room.
Wow. I’ve never found a better explanation of why I can never ever ever make myself ask anyone out.
It’s not rejection that I’m afraid of; if only the worst that could happen was that they said no and never spoke to me again. The first time in my life that I asked someone out, this is exactly how everyone reacted, and although it’s been nearly 8 years since then, I feel like I’ll never forget.