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At the funeral of our friend Amanda ‘Arkansassy’ Harris, a queer, white, Southern femme photographer who took her life in 2017, Blyth wrote and read a eulogy, 'Broken Things,’ where she talked about the Japanese ceramic art of kintsugi, where a broken vessel is repaired in a way that seeks to emphasize and celebrate the break, rather than hide it. A seam binding two pieces of a cup back together might be filled with a lacquer mixed with gold or another shiny element–a 'philosophy not of replacement, but of awe, reverence, and restoration.’ She said, 'For me, there is something very Femme about all of it. The idea that adornment is a form of reverence, of binding together. The notion that our cracks, our wounds, can be beautiful too … In learning how to heal we have also learned how to mend. We take what is supposed to go unseen and amplify it, make it too much, put gold on it.’
I want to put gold all over our old bitch still-here lives.

 


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Prefigurative politics is a fancy term for the idea of imagining and building the world we want to see now. It’s waking up and acting as if the revolution has happened. It’s, for example, building a sliding scale community acupuncture clinic that is affordable and centers disabled and working-class/poor and Black, Indigenous, and people of color instead of writing reports about how the medical-industrial complex is fucking up. (Though that can be important too.) I think of it as akin to the Allied Media Conference principles of ‘We spend more time building than attacking’ and 'We focus on our power, not our powerlessness.’

 


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Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories; we make them what we will. It’s a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it’s a way of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time. Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently.

 

- Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit.
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literarycupoftea:

In that moment of clarity that she was single, Keisha thought: This is good. This is good. It’s time to be single for awhile. Learn more about myself. I’ll stay single for at least a few years, and then see what happens. Two days later she ended up in a study group with a student named Alice. Remembering it now, it was possible she had thought nothing except that Alice was interesting and funny, and cute when she ran her hands through her hair. But Keisha chose to believe the version of her memory in which she had seen Alice the moment she walked in and she had thought about her plan to stay single, looked across the table at Alice, and thought: Well, shit.

Alice isn’t Dead. Page 114


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I want to suggest that it is our capacity to regenerate, to imagine and restore, in the face of the abjection that would seem to be our inheritance that marks the act of “queering.” The capacity to queer is aesthetic, ethical, and erotic. Queering demands not a break from the past but a twisted relation to it.

 


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To be queer and to love horror stories is not always easy. Those stories are spun out of our culture and our societal norms, and the labels and definitions that come out of horror stories aren’t always inclusive or healthy…

But for all those stories that tell us to stop asking questions, stop trying to figure out our own unique relationships to our bodies and our sexualities, there are dozens of other stories that whisper—or even shout—that the way to beat back the darkness and the danger is to be more yourself, to break more soul-squashing rules, to be as queer as you need to be. The heroes of horror stories are often the oddballs and the weirdos, like the kids in The Monster Squad or every character in a Shirley Jackson novel.

 


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As queer writers and readers, we find ourselves feeling both at home and deeply unwelcome in the horror genre. Sexual and gender nonconformity are in the genre’s DNA; queer people began writing horror long before it was a recognizable fiction category, and our ranks include some of the biggest names in the contemporary horror scene. There’s also something thoroughly queer about the themes that preoccupy the genre, the thrilling or threatening friction between outsiders and communities, attraction and revulsion, sex and violence, power and vulnerability. As people who fall on the ever-expanding spectrum of lesbian, gay, bisexual, asexual, trans, intersex, and nonbinary identities, we think about desire, embodiment, and belonging in ways that are rarely simple and never unexamined. It makes sense that many of us are drawn to fiction that tackles these topics in unexpected and often unsettling ways. 

But, as the essays and interviews in this special issue demonstrate, if we often see ourselves reflected in horror stories, it can also feel like the genre wants us gone—or dead.

 


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Libraries are safe but also exciting. Libraries are where nerds like me go to refuel. They are safe-havens where the polluted noise of the outside world, with all the bullies and bro-dudes and anti-feminist rhetoric, is shut out. Libraries have zero tolerance for bullshit. Their walls protect us and keep us safe from all the bastards that have never read a book for fun.

 

- Juliet Takes A Breath by Gabby Rivera (via stefunny)


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janeslily:

“Her mouth was chill, at first, then very warm - the only warm thing, it seemed to me, in the whole of the frozen city; and when she took her lips away […] my own felt wet and sore and naked in the bitter December breezes, as if her kiss had flayed them.”

Sarah Waters, from “Tipping the Velvet”


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Ruth was sort of right, I would learn: A relationship with a higher power is often best practiced alone. For me it was practiced in hour-and-a-half or two-hour increments, and paused when necessary. I don’t think it’s overstating it to say that my religion of choice became VHS rentals, and that it’s messages came in Technicolor and musical montages and fades and jump cuts and silver screen legends and B-movie nobodies and villains to root for and good guys to hate. But Ruth was wrong, too. There was more than just one other world beyond ours; there were hundreds of them, and at 99 cents apiece I could rent them all.

 

- The miseducation of Cameron Post, Emily M. Danforth (via bettedavisgf)


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