AN IMAGINARY RELATIONSHIP TO A REAL SITUATION

actegratuit: Claude Lévêque, We Are Happy, 1997, red neon

Wed, 22 May 2013 16:00:59 -0400

actegratuit:

Claude Lévêque, We Are Happy, 1997, red neon

blue-voids: Martin Munácsi - Beach Before the Storm, 1930

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:01:01 -0400

blue-voids:

Martin Munácsi - Beach Before the Storm, 1930

likeafieldmouse: Read Rainy Weather in its entirety here.

Tue, 21 May 2013 16:01:05 -0400

likeafieldmouse:

Read Rainy Weather in its entirety here.

wandatinasky: if you aren’t ashamed of the things you love you’re doing it wrong

Tue, 21 May 2013 10:00:43 -0400

wandatinasky:

if you aren’t ashamed of the things you love you’re doing it wrong

“I can’t look at yr blog at work bc you post...

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:00:50 -0400

“I can’t look at yr blog at work bc you post dicks”

THIS IS ART OK

MARINA ABRAMOVICSPIRIT HOUSE - DISSOLUTION, 1997VIDEO...

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:00:58 -0400

MARINA ABRAMOVIC
SPIRIT HOUSE -
DISSOLUTION, 1997
VIDEO DOCUMENTATION
OF A PERFORMANCE
15 MIN.
AMSTERDAM

I whip myself to the point where
I don’t feel the pain anymore.

thekhooll: Landing By George Christakis

Sun, 19 May 2013 16:01:00 -0400

thekhooll:

Landing

By George Christakis

sailor-ramiel: #i want to be a sandman character same

Sun, 19 May 2013 08:00:41 -0400

sailor-ramiel:

#i want to be a sandman character

same

Photo

Sat, 18 May 2013 16:01:11 -0400

piercepenniless: ♥ I wish my experience had been quite as...

Sat, 18 May 2013 08:00:49 -0400

piercepenniless:

♥

I wish my experience had been quite as ecstatic as the McGinley photo, it wasn’t, and it was fucking grim in many ways, but I think it’s important to lay claim to, and hold on to, moments of resistance in queer lives – even when imperfect, terrifying, or coming (as mine last night did) from somewhere inchoate between fear and rage.

Bash back. X

spitzenprodukte:

RYAN (HEAD-BUTT), 1999
That’s not my blood. I was making out with my main squeeze on a stoop in the East Village and some macho jock dickhead walked by and called us fags. I don’t think he expected me to get up in his face. We scrapped a bit and then I head-butted him and could feel his nose break on my forehead. We ran for blocks, laughing at the top of our lungs, and then jumped into bed, where my boyfriend took this picture of me.

(Ryan McGinley)

Reminded of this by my friend @piercepenniless who nutted some prick last night

someday, sex will be good again (i)

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:01:44 -0400

damn that D/sphoria zine made me feel sad about all the things I wanted from kink that I never found

for years I’ve been thinking that I was right on the edge of finding the legit “queer community” where my illegible body and complicated “desires” would be seen as “beautiful” or something like that or anyway they wouldn’t be liabilities

but I’m almost 29 and it’s as elusive as ever and I’m running out of places to look

fuckyeahdukkha: Afternoon, June 1, 2012, Our lady carved into a...

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:00:48 -0400

fuckyeahdukkha:

Afternoon, June 1, 2012, Our lady carved into a tree by Andrea’s friend’s father last century, Albuquerque

pussy-strut: i was promised by people who were wrong that there were heights of pleasure to be...

Thu, 16 May 2013 08:00:39 -0400

pussy-strut:

i was promised by people who were wrong that there were heights of pleasure to be safely reached within and without my body, in the intimate presence of others

i was promised violence by no one in particular

i was promised by others still that i could occupy a whole round real subjectivity in the presence of others, intimate or not

i was promised i could be something other than a body, a body and

i was promised something other than wreckage (but i am not sure by whom)