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The Opposite of Patriarchy 

I do think that women could make politics irrelevant.

By as  a kind of spontaneous cooperative action,

The like of which we have never seen,

Which is so far from people's ideas of state structure 

And vital social structure that seems to them like total anarchy. 

And what it really is is very subtle forms of interrelation,

Which do not follow sort of hierarchical pattern which is 

Fundamentally patriarchal.

The opposite to patriarchy is not matriarchy but fraternity;

And I think it's women who are going to have to

Break the spiral of power 

And find the trick of cooperation. 

Germaine Greer, from a 1970 speech by Germaine Greer in which she exhorts the world to put women in charge.

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It’s 1987 and you’re drifting through Hong Kong. // Chillwave, Glo-fi, V…

night drive through Hong Kong~~

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Jordi Garriga Mora

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we are all just replicants.

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exit light.

enter night.

take my hand.

off to Never Never Land.

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liminal spaces

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“I don’t care for Gob.”

Arrested Development – 2.16: Meat the Veals

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Final images from Hereditary (2018) and Midsommar (2019), dir. Ari Aster.

The cult as a horror trope is nuanced, and one might think that Ari Aster’s use of it in both of his masterpieces would lack unique spark between the two stories. However, Aster defines himself as an auteur through his use of multiple shots, camera angles, characters, and symbolism. He brings to life two worlds, societies that on the surface appear to be supportive groups following traditions and rules. Both demonstrate an uneasy level of entitlement. These societies have leaders, diehard zealots, and members both old and young.

In Aster’s films, these cults are not merely antagonistic forces; they are intricate ecosystems where every character, regardless of age, plays a critical role. The leaders enforce the rules and maintain the cult’s facade of benevolence, while the zealots ensure that the society’s darker truths are upheld. This dynamic creates a constant tension between the veneer of community and the underlying horror.

Aster’s ability to craft such detailed and unsettling societies speaks to his talent as a filmmaker. By juxtaposing the familiar with the grotesque, he forces audiences to confront the discomforting realities of blind devotion and the human desire for belonging, even at great personal cost. Through his meticulous storytelling and visual style, Aster not only redefines the cult trope but also cements his place as a modern master of horror.

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i won’t say no 👅

ReBlog if You Do :)

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perfection. i generally don’t top. i mean i do, and i love to, but a bottom can be a demanding twat (in my experience). selfish rude vibes funnily enough don’t turn me on.

also there’s a performance anxiety element thrown in there.

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travel list

Japanese everything

Tokyo 1980s

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Temperance is not on their shortlist.

“L'Italia è un moccioso viziato!”, someone once said to me. Translated it means the country of great food and preternatural fascistic impulses, Italy, is a spoiled brat.

I’m gonna LOL that memory and exacerbate the tension by adding a link i came across recently.

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BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN dir. ang lee SAW dir. james wan

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Ari Aster : Hero

A most important filmmaker. Two modern horror classics requiring multiple sittings. So tangible and thickly nuanced. A visual and theoretical smorgasbord, one cannot chew on them enough.

Hereditary (2018) || Midsommar (2019) dir. Ari Aster

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in awe of peto : part 1

sadly my fantasies are not original. sometimes i bore myself when i pick up that there’s someone(s) who wanna do exactly what i want to do. this applies to the peto coast, that of being consumed in totality by that body, pulverised into a piece of katsu. eat me peto. curry and all.

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london reminisces in me : overpowered

a friend-no-longer played me this track when i first moved to london. i remember taking the 176 every morning from peckham to covent-the-fuck-garden. at the time, i still hadn't put it together she was Moloko. just this voice - what is she saying? and then the video. epic and perfect like that sheen from the headlights shining on her skin as she's sat next to a boozer. what happened to him?