campgender
O Muse, make the poet move on
Mac/Vesper | ze/zem he/hymn she/heretic | 18+ to follow25, white, tme | genderfucked high femme faggot
28112 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
mouthpiece-simp
Clash x Reader
saenvs3000
Here Comes The Sun
coolepicplayersblog
Baldi's world of fun!
bypujagoyal
Puja Goyal
cpericardium
more than one way to skin a heart
Text
Mahmoud Darwish, Journal of an Ordinary Grief (يـومـيـات الـحـزن الـعـادي), 1973
32K notes
·
View notes
Text
i did have some level of awareness that sub-entitling (pun intended) a poem “a prayer to bob flanagan” was basically inviting a spiritual experience — honestly i think i was trying not to get my hopes up for that — but after a couple months of wrestling with it i was like okay babe calm down this isn’t a mystical conduit with the wisdom of your kinked crip ancestors this is just an unsatisfying draft you’re probably gonna scrap.
reader, i should have known better.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Purple Hearts” by Rachel Wiley, published in Fat Girl Finishing School (2014, rereleased 2020)
The night my 87-year-old great grandmother died
she was coming home from a date,
but wet pavement and impractical shoes,
a broken hip, a body in shock,
a passing.
The first time I ever heard the word slut
it kettle-steam-slipped from between the plastic
pearl veneers of my aunt Delores
as a procession of antique soldiers
in their dressiest dress blues from the VFW,
where my mamaw gave out warm plates
and warmer hands to troops of empty-housed men,
filed one after another dropping the contents
of their left breast pockets into the box
where my grandmother lay
beautiful in too much rouge,
delicate like some ancient corsage
and I decided that someday I want to be a slut,
just like Grandma, and be sent up to glory
on a parade of grateful, unlonelied hearts.
#weeping at this one actually.#poetry#rachel wiley#image described#mac’s bookshelf#military mention#slut shaming#everything goes back to femme#what i did. what i was. what i do. what i am.
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
noooo dont tug on my carabiner that's an erogenous zone
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Starstruck necklace by Joke Quick
Matte-finished 18k yellow gold and blackened 18k gold featuring seven exceptional Australian lightning ridge crystal opal cabochons, $4,450.
16 notes
·
View notes
Note
always appreciate the excerpts you post!!!! <3
omg ty bestie that means so much to me!!
1 note
·
View note
Text
from The Color Pynk: Black Femme Art for Survival by Omise’eke Natasha Tinsley (2022)
[…] counterbalancing nude figure at the bottom, kneeling with a flat chest and hairless vulva facing viewers, poses as a demonic inverse of full-breasted and penised Greek god Hermaphroditus. Two years earlier Huxtable herself served as muse for a reimagining of Hermaphroditus: Frank Benson’s 3-D scanned sculpture Juliana, displayed at the New Museum Triennial.
“Benson’s statue made in her likeness was a post-internet response to the Louvre’s classical Grecian sculpture Sleeping Hermaphroditus. Like that ancient artwork, Huxtable’s naked pose reveals body parts of both sexes,” describes Antwaun Sargent. “However, Juliana updates the abashed Hermaphroditus with a futuristic metallic sheen, a ‘mudra’ hand sign, and a bold gaze that challenges the viewer on ideas of femininity and representation.”
When she modeled for Juliana, Huxtable “thought ‘Well, I guess probably more good will come out of this than not’”—but ultimately, its display felt fetishizing. Her disembodied “iconic blue lip” in A Split during Laughter is one response: “I used the lips because I was tired of using myself, having myself be the center of everything, and so for the first show I was like, ‘I don’t want to trap myself in a situation where it continues to be about fetishizing me and my body.’”
Herculine’s Prophecy offers another response. No one who heard Huxtable describe her “complicated” relationship to Juliana would be surprised at her reimagining Hermaphroditus, again, in her first show: but why re-cast the flying god as a tattered-winged, cloven-footed, long-tailed demon? One answer hovers in the poem at the demon’s feet: “Our Holy Mother Gaia [Hypothesis], Mentor of Witches / Who flagrantly tempts good men with your health / Salacious in your craving for the suns virile fertility.”
“I was thinking about the intersection of Christian evangelicals and ecofeminists who both gender the world and their rhetoric around the apocalypse, or the prevention of the apocalypse, as dependent on a female-gendered notion of the earth,” Huxtable explains. “Right-wing evangelicals see the earth as a salacious whore who’s ultimately seeking her proper punishment,” while “ecofeminists... are promoting an idea of the earth as Gaia, this sort of earth-mother being that needs to be protected, that’s being raped and pillaged and violated by the unhinged progression of industrial capitalism.”
Evangelicals and ecofeminists alike build worldviews on sexual dimorphism—hard lines between feminine and masculine, the earth and her oppressors—that leaves nonbinary and intersex folk no ground to stand on. Femmes with no future, women-identified intersex folk like Barbin and Huxtable are cast as “limit-figures that become interred in the ground upon which legitimate, recognizable, and acceptable” political platforms are erected.
So does Huxtable respond by manifesting a Hermaphroditus as gloriously natural as the cisfemme-ininities idealized by “Gays for Gaia” (one of her magnets’ slogans)? No, no, of course not. “Rather than policing or merely mapping the logic of the opposition,” Makayla Bailey writes, “Huxtable deftly deploys the imagery and language it fears most, unpacking the fertile absurdity of these arguments by stretching them to their absolute, improbable limit.” If traditional ecofeminists and evangelicals both claim earthly paradise, Huxtable wants somewhere else to live.
Kneeling in the corner of the poster with legs, wings, mouth, and eyes spectacularly wide open, Herculine’s demon—like Barbin herself, who declared, “I soar above all your innumerable miseries, partaking of the nature of the angels. . . . You have the earth, I have boundless space”— bypasses claims to natural (trans)femininity and flies toward reclaiming monstrosity. To reclaim monstrosity, intersex theorist Hil Malatino writes, “is nothing short of the embrace of a specifically antihumanist ontology, one with possible decolonial potential. To embrace one’s status as a ‘made thing’ is to reject the fallacies of human autonomy, individualism, and self-sovereignty so central to modern Eurocentric conceptions of human being.”
When Benson sculpted Juliana—a realist, life-size nude literally on a pedestal, replete with fabulous details of purple lipstick, Senegalese twists, and mudra to suggest his model’s “human autonomy, individualism, and self-sovereignty”—his intention in re-creating Greco-Roman hermaphrodite sculptures, he clarified in the Triennial catalog, was to update figures that “symbolize the human ideal.” But Huxtable’s monstrous nude refuses to idealize or futurize the human, a species whose anthropocentrism brought on environmental disaster in the first place. What would environmental justice look like if we imagined the ideal future earth not as a place where humans continue to live on our own, clearly destructive terms, but where “demonic succubae” (as Huxtable calls them in her poem) inherit the earth?
#transfeminism#rhetoric#juliana huxtable#ecofeminism#omise’eke natasha tinsley#the color pynk#quotes#intersexism#misogyny#slut shaming#h word#h slur#image described#mac’s bookshelf#embracing abjection#lipstick technology
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Spiral drop earrings by Joke Quick
Custom-cut amethyst, accented with rubies set in 18k white gold, $2,250.
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
gosh i wish i knew more fems. found myself inventing fems to talk to in my head again, this time fems who don’t fuck (ace & otherwise). i cup between my palms all the gender affirmation i’ve ever received from sex, its hazy-moon rain promise in a summer of drought, & ask what makes you feel this way, so i can do it for you?
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
cris paladino x schutz
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon on 35mm film in promotional images from Bound (1996).
12K notes
·
View notes
Text
got another one fags ❣️
#i collect passages of Tumblr Butch/Femme Canon in which the speaker is lusting over some queer man#big men dni doesn’t want you to know this one weird trick!#compilation post forthcoming#mac.txt#happy tag
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
““Damn!” I shook my head.
“Uh uh. ’Course you got a few stories yourself. Don’t play pool worth a damn, do you? But you bring ’em home, those sweaty girls?”
“Bar dykes.” I said it flatly. “You know how it is. They got those stringy muscles in their arms, and they all grin like those old pictures of Elvis Presley getting ready to shake his butt where the camera can’t see. Gets to me every time.”
She laughed at me, but then put her hand on my arm in apology. “I don’t know. You’re younger. Maybe it’s different for you. Women my age now, we’ve always been kind of hard on each other for that kind of thing. You’re supposed to do it because you’re in love. You get a reputation for sleeping around and people treat you bad, call you terrible names. I always hated that, but not enough to do anything myself. To tell you the truth, the only time I ever brought anybody home that way, I was drunk and I hated it. Must be different if you’re younger, huh?”
“No, not that I’ve seen, and the trouble is I like them older than me anyway,” I’d shrugged, “older than you. And yeah, they got a word for me, too.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Neither do I.” I ran my palms up my own stringy arms and looked up at the pictures she had pinned all over her bedroom door. The women up there looked back at me with pinpoint black sleepy eyes—lesbians Anna’s age and older, mysterious, powerful and mean, no doubt, if you didn’t play by their rules. I hugged myself and looked away. “Neither do I.”
from “Muscles of the Mind” by Dorothy Allison, published in Trash (1988)
#THEY GOT A WORD FOR ME TOO#!!!!!!!!!!#quotes#image described#dorothy allison#mac’s bookshelf#slut shaming#everything goes back to femme#what i did. what i was. what i do. what i am.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
“gonna break him in good tonight” lord why is there not a fanning self emoji
6 notes
·
View notes