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The worst name anyone can be called is a cunt. The best thing a cunt can be is small and unobtrusive.
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Judith Butler, Gender Trouble — Bodily Inscriptions, Performative Subversions (1990) “… separating, purifying, demarcating, and punishing transgressions.” One of her most influential works, Butler’s theoretical perception of gender and the body is captivating by the single use of cultural inscription. A guide between the works of Sontag and Fellows / Razack seen much later, Butler’s
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If you begin to question such intimate, particular moments of looking at clocks too closely, reminiscing of clothes too tight, and phone calls never placed, Beauvoir might just be the perfect medication.
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The very contours of “the body” are established through markings that seek to establish specific codes of cultural coherence.
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From this, as a woman, fundamentally, the simple notion of love seems relatively simple for all the emphasis I put on making sure it was known; most people already know the love you feel for them, its awkward escapades and horrifying experiences are congratulatory.
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We all know of the grief when our mother can’t attend our own funeral. I have never loved her more for going first.
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Have a person of special importance peel an orange for you. Make sure you are in love with them before they dig in — it is messier when you can remember their kisses, a special kind of rich you desire in chocolate. Never eat an orange after that, or condemn the fruit to your sharpest…
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I fear any hunger might kill you.
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We are of bent knees, commercials selling liquor, a mouth to hold a cigarette, a few crickled dollars bills, but deprived a moment to eat, a conversation to speak in, their hands our down our throat, covering the expanse of our skin, our moment of pain is their moment to cum.
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Joy has become a solid being now, one standing in front of me as a mother with caring hands extend outwards, yet one cannot replace the existence of comfort their mother has once brought them, and to take the hand of a creature rid of her scent, her aspirartion, is cause for only more decay.…
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“When god became lonely he created men, Or was it, When man become lonely he created god”
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