mecstatic

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To Other-Worlds and all is chaos…..

Because the two of you might understand.

And because gender is not sex and sex is not gender.. and sometimes people are just people.

This is an excerpt from a book I’m reading. It is someone’s reaction after two feminists visit a library to tell them that they are sexist for not having a women’s restroom (they think this person is a man, but this person has a vagina). Instead they have a unisex restroom in the library and the feminists are interrupting their lunch.

From Kafka on the Shore- Haruki Murakami

“My body is physically female, but my mind’s completely male,” Oshima goes on. “Emotionally I live as a man. So I suppose your notion of being a ‘historical example’ may be correct. And who knows if I’m a notorious sexist. But I’m not a lesbian, even though I dress this way. My sexual preference is for men. In other words, I’m a female, but I’m gay. I do anal sex, and have never used my vagina for sex. My clitoris is sensitive, but my breasts aren’t. I don’t have periods. So, what am I discriminating against? Could somebody enlighten me?”

The three of us listening are flabbergasted and don’t say a word. One of the women clears her throat, and the jarring sound reverberates through the room. The clock on the wall loudly ticks away the seconds.

Love ,

_M._in the middle._

From here: http://reason.com/blog/2009/09/08/i-see-a-red-door-and-i-want-it

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I’m a Cyborg, But that’s OK

NOTE TO ______: Smoke in the shower more often.

I

landed in the murkiest waters

but regardless found a haven

every city i suppose

and overhead a megaphone

“c’est superbe!

and c’est tranquille”

remember la boca de cielo

a fraternal twin

shadows and trees,

seulement

c’est moi

a mixed day

o’ being within

(not thy self)

on the ground

a purple sheet of foam

“Delilah”

it said

and through the center

a gaping hole

apres etre passee par la rue ou j’ai grandi

i find myself

wandering

if not lost

no limbs, no body

soft tissue

trasluscent

et un mot

sums it down

to pieces,

threads

ties to what we called unknown

but to give it a name

bestows the feeling,

the memory

that it is known

and more than once.

END.

-M, metastasized, mortified.

"My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there."

― Rumi (via a-complicated-simplicity)

(Source: dude-isms, via acidic-mindlessness)

myriad of reason

There’s a voice in my head telling me to run.

But do I listen or go against the grain?

I know that when you hear it, it’s probably time to run.

What if you’ve trapped yourself into a hopeless daydream, though?

And it isn’t coming true any time soon?

aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhalksdjfaeefjklaje

Charlie Chaplin: Shoulder Arms (by ViewsterTV)

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I have to support ‘cause I have to support t’is all.

babylarvae:

a song i wrote while i was an awful human being, called “ghosts”

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Happy Birthday to me.

               I’m on the internet, ya’ll!

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fuuuck i miss you michelle. and robert, and you mal