feminism. art. wit. happenings.
laundry retrieved after deserted in basement for weeks. planning expose on bodega cats in brooklyn. macaroni and cheese solace. one bra with wire protruding. new york magazine crossword finished, accuracy questionable. purchased: almonds that are actually peanuts and soap in clean white boxes.
“But when a job has been positioned for decades as one of the only acceptable professions for a woman (by women as well as men), is it any surprise that women “choose” it?”
Sarah Jaffe, “Trickle Down Feminism”
“But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.”
(Audre Lorde)
(my photo)
long walk down fifth avenue (brooklyn). read something I liked and then remembered that I wrote it. the juice pedaler, prospect park south west. the only one in the subway station at bergen street at 9.27 pm. dolphin shaped cookie jars and five dollar coffee grinders. my characters are crying a lot today. maybe it’s good for them.
“Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here.”
(Eve Ensler)
(photo by me)
two in the afternoon official wakeup. backyard cats. breakfast for dinner. feel lucky to be able to be tired and sickish alone. defrosted strawberries. four hours at the coffee shop. after midnight now. one thousand mountain goats songs. some sentences about glitter on the backs of hands.
