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just remember

themodernistwitch:

If you are a woman or nonbinary person who plays music, your appearance will always be scrutinized and reviewed to the nth degree and torn apart to examine your fuckability or lack thereof (of course if you are a trans woman there are extra layers of bigotry to deal with, and nonbinary people who present in particular ways often get similar treatment, and race also intersects here in predictably shitty ways - the misogynoir in reviews of Black female artists is often staggering, for instance).

You can’t win. If you happen into a body that conforms to social beauty standards, you’re A Pretty Girl first and a musician far down the list, and that’s all anyone will talk to you about. If you happen into a body that doesn’t conform, you are so ugly you don’t deserve to be on stage (if I had a penny for every time some dude said this about me I wouldn’t be so stressed about money; I also get ‘I’d fuck her’ sometimes, which, like, nobody asked you. It’s interesting to watch dudes negotiate when they’re attracted to people who aren’t conventionally attractive, and by interesting I mean it’s like watching a fly dying in a glass of water you wanted to drink).

We play music because we love doing it, because we are creative and brave and because there is catharsis and joy in it - just like anyone else. Comment on our music, not on the ways in which we are not dudes and/or not white and/or not cis. Tear that apart if you want, or love it, or both. But I am so tired about reading about my appearance and the appearances of other musicians, be they friends of mine (this was actually inspired by reading an insipid sexist piece of shit review of Perfect Pussy at the Rock n Roll Hotel, which I will not link because it is vile) or not. Talk about our music on its own merits or yr review goes in the toilet.

(via crankyskirt)


yourfavoriteauntie:

Brown boys and their gold chains given to them by their mothers that they never take off

(via mangoestho)

uttercouture:

London Showrooms | Paris Fashion Week | Holly Fulton
chamanka:

apollossong: jonas mekas as i was moving ahead occasionally i saw brief glimpses of beauty

tasnimsmentalroadtrip:

all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary
all of this is temporary

(via arabellesicardi)


The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975 (2011) dir.Göran Olsson
“This whole, kind of, falling in love with black things for a short period of time is essentially racist. It still is hypothesized on a great sense of separateness and a sense of treating black activities as a kind of curiosity; either benign or threatening, one or the other. When it’s threatening, ‘Oh my god, they’re going to riot or something’. And if it’s benign, ‘Let’s let them paint or draw or sing or dance, whatever they want to do. Until we, the white community, get tired of it’ and that whole structure, is essentially racist.”
hazelcills:

Reborn, Journals, and Notebooks, 1947-1963 by Susan Sontag
kaitlincarroll:

John Zurier, A Spring A Thousand Years Ago, 2012
"Water is the softest thing, yet it can penetrate mountains and earth. This shows clearly the principle of softness overcoming hardness."

Lao Tzu (via
thecolorblu)

(Source: larmoyante, via thecolorblu)

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