Cousins

what the heart does best is convince you it’s only purpose is to pump blood like a metal machine housed in your soft body. until something gets to you, then you forget there’s anything else it’s meant to do besides ache, and ache, and ache.

2 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

we barely move , only breathy laughs between us as we lay together

(we’re trying not to wake Desire)

(Desire, the monster that makes us serious)

Just wanted to tell y'all how grateful I am that radblr exists. Bright spot of my day to be able to interact with women of similar outlooks and theoretical backgrounds in this cesspool of a culture

“So... how do you torture a woman? [.] You can pry her body away from her mind, or you can pry her mind away from her body [...] To pry her body away from her mind, you need to physically humiliate her. Of course, rape is the most traditional method, but it's not the only one [...] You can ridicule her body […]you can make her strap her breasts in. You can make her embarrassed about her periods. You can make her frightened of puberty, frightened of sex, frightened of aging, frightened of eating. You can terrorize her with her own body, and then she will torture herself.” (Gage 21)

Does anyone have the quote that says something like ‘if you want to torture a woman you have to get her to divide her body and mind/get her to hate her body’?????

I can’t remember it, and I can’t find my picture of it (though I may not have the screenshot anymore)

happy international Women’s day!! (every day for me)

joins tumblr to pass time

becomes a radical feminist

the muslim men wear long white pants and tunics in airy, breathable fabric. their headwear is red or black or white to symbolise their culture. Jordanian, Saudi Arabian. The muslim Women wear long black robes, loose and shapeless. their faces are covered, sometimes, also veiled in black fabric. Theories as to this sea of black and white we see in muslim countries:

-Black fabric is breathable without any chance of being see through. the men, of course, don’t have to worry about see through clothing, because no one is trying to see through to their skin.

-Black is not a color. it isn’t noticeable, it cannot catch eyes. A Woman in pink, white, blue is a treat for her husband.

-the colours are a symbol. The men wear white because they are pure, made in the image of God. the Women wear black , a burdensome color in the hot sun, as penance for being the original sin.

But my theory is a little different . When I see those Women, shapeless, lacking identity, dragging this hot fabric around in the beaming desert sun, I see people in mourning. Women, who don’t even realise it, are forced to live in the wake of their own potential, had they not been forced into this binary. Gender, in this society, is divided into two:the sin, and the one compelled by sin. And, even if it’s for a brief moment, before the reality of it comes back to me, I see Women mourning themselves.

just a few more minutes please?

in your arms, before it gets complicated?

just a couple more touches, here and there?

a few more movie dates?

just one more chance to straddle you in warm lake water and kiss you until i get shy of watching eyes

just a few more minutes walking around a shopping mall, hesitating to hold your hand,

just one more hike, one more perfect view

just another t shirt that smells like you?

or maybe another long drive in your car

or just a few more phone calls

with that deep tired voice

before it gets old

before you get mean

before it fades

just a few more moments

and then i’ll walk away

#(a poem for when it’s only a matter of time)

soo cute btw love this lookout

Taken in 2000 about a year into our relationship.

Taken in 2024 (last weekend). Didn’t quite get the pose or positioning right, but hey, we’re older and our memory ain’t what it used to be!