rudolphins:

hello there the angel from my nightmares

rudolphins:

hello there the angel from my nightmares

(Source: blameaspartame)

Reblogged from queenbeereginageorge, 194,944 notes, January 9, 2013

thefineartnude:

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, The Bed, 1898

thefineartnude:

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, The Bed, 1898

Reblogged from thefineartnude, 385 notes, January 6, 2013

Made with Paper

Made with Paper

0 notes, April 13, 2012

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What’s queer about the Palestinian struggle for liberation? And, answer: Every(damn)thing is queer about the Palestinian struggle for liberation! A queer politic of liberation desires the dismantling of state sanctioned “walls”, barriers, partitions, labels, practices that turns apartheid systems into mundane and accepted ways of life.

A queer politic of liberation sees colonization for what it is: a racist, capitalist, imperialist project of control and ordering. And, order is an important word choice here because it is a rhetorical stand-in for security and normalcy: a way of life that the Israeli government goes about its project of occupation to maintain. But, the colonizer’s humane order is the source of the Palestinian people’s experiences of dehumanizing disorder. A queer politic of liberation pushes us to call out and resist the kinds of order that restricts people and limits freedom.

The Palestinian quest for self-determination is a queer fight. And, I stand in solidarity with Palestinian and Israeli brothers and sisters who are on that quest.

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Darnell L. Moore (via kawlture)

(Source: thefeministwire.com)

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androphilia:

Sacraface By Jason Mones, 2009

androphilia:

Sacraface By Jason Mones, 2009

Reblogged from androphilia, 9 notes, April 17, 2011

waiting line

in the waiting line 

you smoke, wait and find

something, someone you would die for

but you can’t see anything ahead

and you can’t cut the queue 

you were the second in line

suddenly you scare

you don’t know if you want what you’re getting

you scare even though you don’t know

so you quit the line

and you go to another

you hear noises

you hear talking

you hear people dancing

and you think

think about the moments, the gestures, the jobs, the sex, the movies, the beauties you’ve missed

so you join in the dance

party’s over

once again, you go and look

for something you don’t know

0 notes, April 17, 2011