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noelbadgespugh: Bombus Bodies . . illustrations for a...

Sun, 19 May 2013 18:02:30 -0400

Bombus vosnesenskii

Bombus californicus

Bombus flavifrons

Bombus melanopygus

Bombus Bodies . . illustrations for a book, Field Guide to the Common Bees of California, with Gretchen LeBuhn of the Great Sunflower Project (www.greatsunflower.org) . . being published by UC Press as part of their series, California Natural History Guides.

"Here’s the thing. Men in our culture have been socialized to believe that their opinions on women’s..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 18:01:07 -0400

“Here’s the thing. Men in our culture have been socialized to believe that their opinions on women’s appearance matter a lot. Not all men buy into this, of course, but many do. Some seem incapable of entertaining the notion that not everything women do with their appearance is for men to look at. This is why men’s response to women discussing stifling beauty norms is so often something like “But I actually like small boobs!” and “But I actually like my women on the heavier side, if you know what I mean!” They don’t realize that their individual opinion on women’s appearance doesn’t matter in this context, and that while it might be reassuring for some women to know that there are indeed men who find them fuckable, that’s not the point of the discussion.

Women, too, have been socialized to believe that the ultimate arbiters of their appearance are men, that anything they do with their appearance is or should be “for men.” That’s why women’s magazines trip over themselves to offer up advice on “what he wants to see you wearing” and “what men think of these current fashion trends” and “wow him with these new hairstyles.” While women can and do judge each other’s appearance harshly, many of us grew up being told by mothers, sisters, and female strangers that we’ll never “get a man” or “keep a man” unless we do X or lose some fat from Y, unless we moisturize//trim/shave/push up/hide/show/”flatter”/paint/dye/exfoliate/pierce/surgically alter this or that.

That’s also why when a woman wears revealing clothes, it’s okay, in our society, to assume that she’s “looking for attention” or that she’s a slut and wants to sleep with a bunch of guys. Because why else would a woman wear revealing clothes if not for the benefit of men and to communicate her sexual availability to them, right? It can’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that it’s hot out or it’s more comfortable or she likes how she looks in it or everything else is in the laundry or she wants to get a tan or maybe she likes women and wants attention from them, not from men?

The result of all this is that many men, even kind and well-meaning men, believe, however subconsciously, that women’s bodies are for them. They are for them to look at, for them to pass judgment on, for them to bless with a compliment if they deign to do so. They are not for women to enjoy, take pride in, love, accept, explore, show off, or hide as they please. They are for men and their pleasure.”

- Why You Shouldn’t Tell That Random Girl On The Street That She’s Hot » Brute Reason (via albinwonderland)

"1. I say, ‘I am fat.’ He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’ I wonder why I cannot be both. He kisses me..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 17:56:11 -0400

“

1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.

”

- Rachel Wiley (via howweknewit) (via rebelrose)

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Sun, 19 May 2013 17:53:59 -0400

tonsoffuckinsequins: unnf

Sun, 19 May 2013 17:52:44 -0400

tonsoffuckinsequins:

unnf

"To translate is not only to experience what makes each language distinct, but to draw close to the..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 15:59:47 -0400

“To translate is not only to experience what makes each language distinct, but to draw close to the mystery of the relationship between word and thing, letter and spirit, self and world.”

- Charles Simic. (I adore this quote; it perfectly and concisely describes how translating has broadened my perspective of language as a whole.)

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Sun, 19 May 2013 12:04:25 -0400

samanthakeelysmith: SLIVER, 32” x 48”, oil, enamel &...

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:41:39 -0400

SLIVER, 32" x 48", oil, enamel & shellac on canvas, 2012, by Samantha Keely Smith.

detail from SLIVER, 32" x 48", oil, enamel & shellac on canvas, 2012, by Samantha Keely Smith.

detail from SLIVER, 32" x 48", oil, enamel & shellac on canvas, 2012, by Samantha Keely Smith.

samanthakeelysmith:

SLIVER, 32” x 48”, oil, enamel & shellac on canvas, 2012, by Samantha Keely Smith. (+ detail images)

zoom in here: http://www.samanthakeelysmith.com/samantha-keely-smith-paintings/sliver.php

http://www.facebook.com/SamanthaKeelySmithPainter

http://twitter.com/SamanthaKeelyS

http://www.instagram.com/skeelys

areaofinterest: Michael Chase

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:39:03 -0400

areaofinterest:

Michael Chase

mydarkenedeyes: Maria Kitano

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:36:34 -0400

mydarkenedeyes:

Maria Kitano

marsthebringerofwar: vvolf-werine: Заброшенные советские...

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:34:08 -0400

marsthebringerofwar:

vvolf-werine:

Заброшенные советские военные базы / Abandoned USSR military bases

I want to live here.

mooglemisbehaving: tyndall-blue: riskycuriosity: artemisiumabs...

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:33:04 -0400

mooglemisbehaving:

tyndall-blue:

riskycuriosity:

artemisiumabsinthia:

Josephine Baker, later known as ‘Bronze Venus’, ‘Black Pearl’ and ‘Créole Goddess’ was born in America in 1906 and later moved to France to become a singer, dancer, and actress. She was the first African-American woman to star in a major motion picture, and became famous worldwide.

Though she grew up as a maid in wealthy white households she eventually became an exotic dancer in France, famously appearing in next to no clothing, and became a French citizen in 1937.

Ernest Hemingway referred to Baker as ‘the most sensational woman anyone ever saw’ and she received approximately 1500 marriage proposals in her life time. She became a muse for Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Pablo Picasso, and Christian Dior. She had a variety of exotic pets including a cheetah named Chiquita, a chimpanzee named Ethel, a pig named Albert, a snake named Kiki, a goat, a parrot, parakeets, fish, three cats, and seven dogs.

When WWII broke out, Baker became a volunteer spy for France, and assisted the French Resistance by smuggling messages written in invisible ink on sheet music. She made great efforts to aid those in danger of enemy attack, sent Christmas presents to French soldiers, and smuggled information she gathered in Spain back to France by pinning notes containing the information on the inside of her underwear. She was awarded the Medal of Resistance with Rosette and later named a Chevalier of the Legion of Honour.

Baker also aided many civil rights movements by refusing to perform to segregated audiences and storming out of a club in Manhattan with actress Grace Kelly after she was refused service. She worked with the NAACP and spoke at a Washington march alongside Martin Luther King Jr. as the only official female speaker. Baker was actually asked by Martin Luther King Jr.’s widow to take his place as leader of the American Civil Rights Movement, but Baker declined on the grounds her twelve adopted children ‘were too young to lose their mother’.

Baker died in 1975, four days after her final show, attended by such names as Mick Jagger, Shirley Bassey, and Liza Minnelli.

Oh and she was queer and had a relationship with Frida Kahlo. All around badass.

I’d like a movie about her life too, please.

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Sun, 19 May 2013 11:33:01 -0400

do-not-feed-the-drug-child: letloosethekraken: Truer words...

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:31:18 -0400

do-not-feed-the-drug-child:

letloosethekraken:

Truer words have never been spoken.

And that’s when Louis CK described the way I feel about children and their pushy mothers.

fancybidet: creativeconflagration: carpenter-king: cancerously...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:51:42 -0400

fancybidet:

creativeconflagration:

carpenter-king:

cancerously:

boxed-hobo:

mixiekins:

otomemachine:

pettyartist:

crunchtastic:

Don’t Throw Away Your Markers

“This is just a quick and simple tip for artists who use markers to color their work. Refilling your own markers can save you money, and it’s easy to do.”

how does this not have more notes!

i… i think i can actually afford to use these, then.

reblog for my artist friends!

I don’t draw but reblog for my artist followers!

HIFHESIOHRER

This is AMAZING

WOWOWOWOW

I never knew! I want to cry because I can save heaps of my markers that I couldn’t afford to replace.

vegansanfrancishet: So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these...

Sat, 18 May 2013 23:45:08 -0400

vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

grayskymorning: Clary Photo

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:30:49 -0400

grayskymorning:

Clary Photo

lucy-daughter0fthedevil: Yes

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:20:09 -0400

lucy-daughter0fthedevil:

Yes

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Sat, 18 May 2013 22:19:51 -0400

areaofinterest: Michael Chase

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:17:44 -0400

areaofinterest:

Michael Chase