Ben and Jerry’s is dangerous ice cream… capitalizes on the evolutionary human instinct to dig for chunks… before you know it half the pint gone
the children yearn for the mines
“The faggots never tire of fucking with the men’s minds. Once all the faggots let their hair grow long, wore necklaces made of silver and shells and clothes of colorful, elaborate fabrics. They looked so stunning that the men over-looked their principles and began to look stunning also. When the men all looked like faggots, the faggots cut their hair, put on black leather and looked like the men used to look. The men were annoyed and pretended not to notice. Growing bored with basic black leather, the faggots began to elaborate. They wore black fish-net stockings and high heels with their black leather jackets. They carefully sewed imitation rhinestones all over their black leather pants. They wore feather boas as they rode their motorcycles through the devastated city. They wore flowing gold lamé gowns and work boots with their short hair and dirty fingernails. They drank beer and swore, in velvet ropes and furs. They sipped champagne and talked refined in paint-splattered blue denim. The men did not want to look at any of this. And when they had to, they became confused and petulant and unpleasant, which pleased the faggots.”
-Larry Mitchell, The Faggots and Their Friends Between the Revolutions, 1977
the other day I said “you’re studying abroad??? what’s her name??” and felt all the moisture in the room get violently sucked out of the air
unknown target making eye contact. engage casual stranger greeting protocol. enable white person smile, intensity 30%. processing options… hit em with the bro nod. signal sent… nod response received, time=431ms. encounter successful.
Tray of jeweled daggers, probably late 19th century, Turkish
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City
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I’ve been weaving a collection of vintage spider imagery.