Posted on November 26, 2007 by spinningspinsters
I’ve run into masses of annoying things lately (not annoying for most mind you, just annoying for the feminist minded).
Like why is it that almost every where I go females are an afterthought - I mean if they’re a thought at all, but walk into an artstore and pick up a book on nudes and [...]
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Posted on November 26, 2007 by spinningspinsters
I recently read a post about decontructionism…and oy-vay. Postmodernism’s uber-academic language makes me feel stupid. I need to use a dictionary for words that have no practical usage, like poststructuralists, psychodynamic, “the performative nature of the self,” “normalizing regimes deploy power,” “embrace the subversive potential of unorthodox performances and parodic identities.”
“The self is merely an unstable [...]
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Posted on November 16, 2007 by spinningspinsters
by jakalene extreme
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Posted on November 16, 2007 by spinningspinsters
Lost in salt and sand. An exhumation. Lot’s wife was really a pillar.
I will not go silently. This you have already learnt. I relinquish to no one. When you told me your stories to shape me, they unmade me. They merely taught me how to remake myself. In the most powerful way. Through stories.
You thought [...]
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Posted on November 16, 2007 by spinningspinsters
This is dedicated to Heart from Women’s Space because she is a sister. Because she is brave and strong and tireless.
Love and peace to you, Heart. This is for you.
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The world breaks open. Underneath the layers, transcending the past, making the present.
I have seen it written. In the hour of our forced surrender. The world [...]
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Posted on November 16, 2007 by spinningspinsters
Ever my river-mother calls to me, but I cannot go to her. For you have used my magic against me Tom Bombadil, and I am held here, captive and useless, nothing but a pretty prize for you to look upon. Old Man Willow betrayed us, my mother and I, he told you the secret to [...]
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