#piercied girl

[voidmamma]

I have a lot of piercings. This is because piercing is a socially acceptable way for me to SH, mutilate myself and then show my pain to the world.

[ofthecaravel]

Girls Helping Girls 💕💜💙

[lesbianchemicalplant]

The only reason that Wittig didn't become a TERF blogger like her contemporaries is that she died too early to make a miserable little Wordpress site. (She certainly never lifted a finger, for decades, as her peers set out projects of exterminating and immiserating trans women)

If you want to see what trajectory Wittig would have taken if she had lived longer, you don't need to look further than Christine Delphy, Wittig's co-“Materialist Feminist” and another big-name radfem who gets the “not like the other girls” treatment

Delphy signed the TERF statement ‘Forbidden Discourse: The Silencing of Feminist Critique of “Gender”’ with the other radfems like Ti-Grace Atkinson in 2013:

mirror of TERF blog with the actual statement

We defend the right of RadFem to exclude men, including M>F trans people, from their feminist meetings and to invite speakers who analyze gender from a feminist perspective. [etc. etc.]

Initiated by Carol Hanisch (NY), Kathy Scarbrough (NJ), Ti-Grace Atkinson (MA), and Kathie Sarachild (NY) Also signed by Roberta Salper (MA), Marjorie Kramer (VT), Jean Golden (MI), Marisa Figueiredo (MA), Maureen Nappi (NY), Sonia Jaffe Robbins (NY), Tobe Levin (Germany), Marge Piercy (MA), Barbara Leon (CA), Anne Forer (AZ), Anselma Dell’Olio (Italy), Carla Lesh (NY), Laura X (CA), Gabrielle Tree (Canada), Christine Delphy (France), Pam Martens (FL), Nellie Hester Bailey (NY), Colette Price (NY), Candi Churchhill (FL), Peggy Powell Dobbins (GA), Annie Tummino (NY), Margo Jefferson (NY), Jennifer Sunderland (NY), Michele Wallace (NJ), Allison Guttu (NY), Sheila Michaels (MO), Carol Giardina (NY), Nicole Hardin (FL), Merle Hoffman (NY), Linda Stein (NY), Margaret Stern (NY), Faith Ringgold (NJ), Joanne Steele (NY)

I don't think trans women actually have any need to “reclaim Radical Feminism.” and to be perfectly blunt, I've already seen this routine with Alyson Escalante & co. in the '10s

In Escalante's case, she eventually backed off of it and abandoned Wittig and her other interests in rehabilitating Radical Feminism. As for others who I followed or had at least seen around online....well, some of the TME ones came out as TERFs. And a few who were trans women literally detransitioned or stopped IDing as transfem to become Male TERF Allies (and also abandoned Marxism at that point)

And Escalante was one of the most popular trans woman on tumblr at the time! in large part because TME people loved that a trans woman was saying radical feminism should be rehabilitated from a materialist lens. it flattered them. including many of her Lesbian Feminist TME mutuals who later came out as TERFs (e.g. Butchcommunist)

And the thing is, I could stomach studying and recommending all of these people's theories if I thought there was any utility, if anything good had come from them, like I do for communists who were homophobic etc., but they just don't have anything useful for us! The greatest impact these radfems have had beyond exterminating trans women has been lending support to increased police violence, caging, surveillance, and deportations of sex workers. A wretched legacy with no redeeming qualities and nothing worth salvaging

The only other thing I can say is that if you are TME, and you specifically seek out trans women who are willing to pay lip service to your favorite TERFs and transmisogynist feminists in general—“finally, one of you who's reasonable about Adrienne Rich!”—other trans women around you will eventually notice and probably won't care much for that

[goodmiffy]

Which books did you like reading the most this year?

yay i love this question

non fiction - Braiding sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimerer and Living dolls by Natasha Walter (massively underrated feminist book that delves deep into the pornification of society and the ridiculous sexual standards girls are being held to)

fiction - i really enjoyed woman on the edge of time by Margaret piercy, this is a 70s sci-fi feminist fiction novel and i just really enjoyed the story and piercys unique perspective on a utopian future, i didn’t ‘agree’ with everything in her vision for an equal society but SPOILER i think she got the dystopian future spot on, for saying when it was written and she couldn’t actually predict how things would be for women it’s like she predicted the pornification and the normalisation of virtual prostitution and excessive plastic surgery -particularly to retain sexual appeal so that the women would be able to keep successfully prostituting themselves as they aged. it was just really refreshing and interesting to read something from before the internet. excellent book it should be considered a sci-fi classic

I also reread the seas by Samantha hunt at least 4 times bc it’s my fave book and i just love it i want to eat it

I finally read sharp objects and dark places by Gillian Flynn and these were great. Gone girl is still my fave but i recommend all her books

Oh another standout was the invisible life of Addie LaRue, not my usual genre because it’s like a romance but i loved the story and the historical aspects and i didn’t even mind the relationship between Addie and the antagonist. i don’t remember the authors name but i really like the way she writes

The rest were kinda all just murder mysteries and crime, or more generalised ecology books that weren’t big standouts

[remnantglow]

hey! so i just finished i, robot as part of my crunch to finish my reading goal by the end of the year. ive loved fiction about robots and synthetic consciousness for a long time, so i was aware of it and the foundation books, but hadn’t actually read it before. i had… a wildly ambivalent time! i was wondering if you had any essays/collections/books/scholarship you would recommend responding to it? im still formulating my thoughts and would love to get other perspectives (including your own, if you want to say anything about it!)

uhhh yknow, funnily enough, for how influential "I, robot" was, i cannot think of anything i've read that's directly in conversation with it, at least not any more than the average scifi robot story is by default. I mean, i think with how strongly the three laws of robotics took hold in popculture any story about robots "defying programming" - which often gets tied to their gaining sentience - can probably be traced back to asimov's robots (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep/Blade Runner, Ex Machina & Westworld are some more notable examples here, i think). that's all i got though, sorry!

(i can also mention a couple books i haven't gotten around to yet that might be of interest here: When HARLIE Was One by David Gerrold; He, She, and It by Marge Piercy; Virtual Girl by Amy Thomson; Silently and Very Fast by Catherynne M. Valente; Dogs of War by Adrian Tchaikovsky)

also, i personally loved I, Robot! but that's mostly because i really adore a story that revolves around a strict set of rules and finding the exploitable flaws and loopholes in those rules. and that's basically what most of the stories in I, Robot are about lol

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Cats like Angels Cats like angels are supposed to be thin; pigs like cherubs are supposed to be fat. People are mostly in between, a knob of bone sticking out in the knee you might like to pad, a dollop of flab hanging over the belt. You punish yourself, one of those rubber balls kids have that come bouncing back off their own paddles, rebounding on the same slab. You want to be slender and seamless as a bolt. When I was a girl I loved spiny men with ascetic grimaces all elbows and words and cartilage ribbed like cast up fog-grey hulls, faces to cut the eyes blind on the glittering blade, chins of Aegean prows bent on piracy. Now I look for men whose easy bellies show a love for the flesh and the table, men who will come in the kitchen and sit, who don't think peeling potatoes makes their penis shrink; men with broad fingers and purple figgy balls, men with rumpled furrows and the slightly messed look at ease of beds recently well used. We are not all supposed to look like undernourished fourteen year old boys, no matter what the fashions ordain. You are built to pull a cart, to lift a heavy load and bear it, to haul up the long slope, and so am I, peasant bodies, earthy, solid shapely dark glazed clay pots that can stand on the fire. When we put our bellies together we do not clatter but bounce on the good upholstery.

Marge Piercy

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group F Round 1

[image ID: the first image is of the book cover of The Enchancted Island of Yew by L. Frank Baum. the color of the cover is gray, and it depicts a woman with dark hair, in an updo, and large flowers on the side of her head. she's wearing a pinkish, sleeveless dress with her right leg completely exposed, the material also reminiscent of flower petals. the cloth of her dress is raising with her up-stretched arms to frame the title. she's standing in a white flower, and her feet are bear, but around her right ankle is a piece of the same material of her dress. she's holding a long, black stick, like a fairy wand, that emits a glowing yellow light on the end. the second image is the book cover of He, She, & It by Marge Piercy. it depicts a woman with loose, dark hair, her collarbones and shoulders bare, against a yellow sky and rolling fields. there is lightning striking in the sky. end ID]

The High Ki of Twi

it’s never really made clear whether they’re a single person that operates two bodies in perfect synchronity or two different people with two different consciousnesses that share a mental link so deep they always act the exact same and to be honest i’m not sure which is worse. primary ruler over a country (twi) entirely composed of doubles like them. also on that note “ki” is a title that denotes a ruler (as seen in the secondary rulers, the ki and the ki-ki) and it’s not said whether or not they have an actual name. they were once separated physically and mentally due to a magic spell gone awry (and managed to cause a whole civil war before they got it fixed a few days later) and boy if that didn’t fuck with my head the first time i read it. the author is pretty fond of fucking with identity like that. this one wasn’t even because of dismemberment like they usually are. also worth noting that they are by all means a girl and only use they/them pronouns because they’re like. two girls actually. it’s all very confusing

Malkah

Malkah is a brilliant scientist -- she codes the AI for a cyborg golem to protect her small town from dystopian threats both physical and virtual. She parents a daughter, a granddaughter (our main character), at least one cyborg, and at least one cat. She is a well respected member of her ecosocialist community, though she is seen as a bit odd. She at one point describes her granddaughter as "disappointingly heterosexual," and herself has multiple relationships with people of varying genders while presenting as variously a man or woman depending on the relationship.

[eddiesghxst]

FIRST OF ALL: EDDIE COCK PIERCIED MUNSON? 

I was NOT ready for it, that's for sure

“Just the first few songs. Please?” what's soo import about the first few songs uh? 😏 NO BUT FR TELL ME 🤨

"Eddie doesn’t notice his hand slipping from your thigh and slinking up to wrap around your neck, but he hesitates when you whimper. He almost removes his hand, but you wrap a shaky hand around his wrist and nod" when they are kinky together ❤️

"and fuck, Eddie will never be the same man after this." I'M GLAD HE KNOWS 👹

Are u telling me he didn't spent the night with reader after all that? That's some rat boi behavior...

Also, James was so gentle with her it's adorable he's effortlessly comprehensive and we stan him for that :(( i hope I don't regret saying this, bc wtf was that Rich thing first thing in the morning? I smell SNITCHES!

Anyways, amazing amazing chapter as always hon 🫶🏻 already looking forward for next part!!!🤭

eddie: pls stay for the show

reader: WHAT WAS THAT ???👂U SAID GO FUCK JAMES ?!?👂OKAY !!👍

ALSO DUHH, YES OFC EDDIE HAS A PIERCED D!CK I JUST FELT IT WAS MANDATORY HEHE

YEAHHHH OFC THERE HAD TO BE A LITTLE CHOKING ACTION TOO🤭 and duhh eddie got pussy whipped. at the end of the day guys, 🎶eddie’s just a man, it’s just what he’ll doooo🎶

LOL YEAH EDDIE DID THE HIT AND DASH SORRY

and yes we stan james, rip james nation we had a strong run fr✊💯 may he find the baddest bitch in his horizons!

AND I WONT SAY TOO MUCH ABT THE NEXT PART BUT I THINK THE GIRLS WILL EITHER ABSOLUTELY HATE MY GUTS OR LUV ME IDKKKKKK

IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT STINK THANK U FOR READING AND SHARING🤭😚🤍

[takemeback2kentucky]

Me books this last year

Autobiography of Red - Anne Carson

Breakfast at Tiffany's - Truman Capote

The Complete Persepolis - Marjane Satrapi

Zami: A New Spelling of My Name - Audre Lorde

The Silent Patient - Alex Michaelides

Whipping Girl - Julia Serano

The Postman Always Rings Twice - James M Cain

Gleem and Hot Summer Nights - Freddy Carrasco

Indoor Voice

Crying in H Mart - Michelle Zauner

McSweenys vol 67

Stages of Rot - Linnea Sterte

The Trouble With Happiness and Other Stories - Tove Ditlevsen

The Desert Oracle - Ken Layne

The Lonely City - Olivia Laing

Liar and Spy - Rebecca Stead

Woman on the Edge of Time - Marge Piercy

Delta of Venus - Anais Nin

Slouching Towards Bethlehem - Joan Didion

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? - Philip K Dick

[finishinglinepress]

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Midwest Musings is about the inspiration and the confusion of #home, the roots that anchor, and the scattered thoughts on place and identity that escape definition. The #poems in this #chapbook find magic in the mundane, whether that be in recounting an old story or loving a creek or saving a luna moth. In the end, the poems come to a realization that no matter where you move, the regional roots of home run deep. They run so deep that they tangle in the soil of the self.

Originally from Muncie, Indiana, Heather Frankland currently lives in Silver City, NM where she teaches at Western New Mexico University. She holds both a MPH and an MFA from New Mexico State University and a BA from Knox College. She served in the Peace Corps and Peace Corps Response Volunteer in Peru and Panama. Heather finds herself intrigued by landscapes and the role they can play in language, story, and poetry. She has been published in ROAR, Plane Tree Journal, Sin Fronteras Press, Sweet Lit, Slippery Elm Literary Journal, and others.

PRAISE FOR Midwest Musings by Heather D. Frankland

As fearlessly self-examining as Heather Frankland’s poems are, they are also elusively stoic and emboldened to hold intimate knowledge of the world–and her relations with others–sacred. Through her exploration of opposing desires to wild or to tame, to teach or to unlearn, to hide or to draw out, to welcome or to warn, to love or to withhold love, or to thirst or to deluge, these dazzling contradictions have been deftly honed into tantalizing poem-secrets.

–Richard Greenfield, author of Subterranean.

“I will drench you awake,” Heather Frankland promises, and she does with poems of place and nature that also track the wildness, settled-ness, and sometime wilderness of girlhood and womanhood. From poems to her grandmother that celebrate grit and silence to poems that trace the subversive power of herself as a young woman, Frankland’s poems manage the rare trick of balancing love and family with the tougher territories of alienation and grief in a way that feels earned, authentic, and surprising. “But I am a girl hiding in the field/I am creating a. map of the best places to hide,” she tells us, and we believe her. This is a book to hold in your heart.

–Sheila Black, author of Radium Dream.

Frankland’s unique voice brings the ordinary alive. Her keen observations are revealing and honest.

–Elise Stuart, author of My Mother and I, We Talk Cat, and Poet Laureate Emerita of Silver City and Grant County.

Heather Frankland writes thoughtful poems that exhibit a strong sense of place and an equally strong compassion for people alive and dead, animals, even a moth and a creek. She examines herself with an equally keen eye, her feelings, her attachments, her mistakes, her pretensions. These are non pretentious poems that seek wisdom and often find it.

–Marge Piercy author of 20 poetry books, most recently On the Way Out, Turn Off the Light, 17 novels, short stories, and 5 nonfiction books.

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[doitinanotherlanguage]

May 2023 Wrap-up: 1940s

(You can read more about the challenge on my post introducing the challenge. Basically, Reading Through the Decades is a year-long reading challenge where we read books - and explore other media - from the 1900s to the 2020s, decade-by-decade.)

I didn’t have much time for this challenge this month because I started a new job (yay!), and, also, one of the books that I did read this month was a huge almost-800-page behemoth (!), which took up most of my reading time.

What I Enjoyed This Month

📖 Gone to Soldiers (1987), Marge Piercy -> A tapestry of World War II and a compelling chronicle of humans in conflict with inhuman events, Gone to Soldiers interweaves the stories of several characters, including a divorcee and writer of romances turned war correspondent, a Women’s Air Force Service Pilot, a cryptanalyst cracking Japanese codes, Resistance fighters, and a Marine in the Pacific theatre. -> I absolutely adore novels with a sizable cast of characters set during monumental historical events. This is a wonderful narrative of intersecting lives during WWII, with a focus on the lives of women, Jewish people, and civilians/non-militants.

🎬 The Night Watch (2011), dir. Richard Laxton -> Set against the turbulent backdrop of London in the 1940s, this film follows four young Londoners inextricably linked by their wartime experiences: Kay, who drove an ambulance during the war and lived life at full throttle, now wanders the streets with a restless hunger; Helen, clever, sweet, much-loved, harbours a painful secret; Viv, glamour girl, is stubbornly, even foolishly loyal, to her soldier lover; Duncan, an apparent innocent, has had his own demons to fight during the war. -> This is a movie adaptation of the novel The Night Watch by one of my favourite authors, Sarah Waters (known for her phenomenal historical novels with lesbian protagonists). While I prefer the book, this movie is a pretty good adaptation, and well worth a watch.

🎬 Oma maa (2018; Land of Hope), dir. Markku Pölönen -> A historical romantic drama, in which the daughter of a wealthy Finnish family falls in love with an orphaned war invalid, wounded at the end of World War II. Against her family’s wishes, they get married and leave their pasts behind to build a home in the wild forests of northern Karelia. -> I’ve wanted to see this movie ever since I saw its trailer in 2018 - finally, I watched it! It’s a lovely romantic movie about determination and the will to fight and work hard for what you want. I’m not entirely satisfied with how the couple resolved their problems towards the end of the movie, but I really enjoyed that the focus was on portraying the continuous work that goes into building a home and keeping a relationship going.

[hoshigray]

"nothing good" my fucking ass bc the way I'm reading this with my hand covering my mouth gurl WHAT

MY MAN MELTED TBE RING AND MADE IT A PIERCI— dawg. 🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️ I'm VEXXED you had this in the drafts away from me, hUH!!??? I'm sat. I promise you I am completely sat. Talking bout "I'm very sentimental" BROOOOO. And then the "You always gave me a problem, but now you're a good girl, hm?" line is sooooooooo fucking good 🫠🫠 we love us some toji who can bring a brat like you down

Wtf did you do tho??? I'm thinking you're like some kinda actress who had Toji in the early/young prime stages of your occupation. Maybe as you two got closer, your chemistry sparked up and your fans would often ship you with him bc 1) who doesn't love a brawny man as a bodyguard 🤷🏾‍♀️ and 2) you two were always together, like it was impossible to get you two away from each other no matter where you went: interviews, restaurants, talk shows, filming on set, etc.

So, how'd such a great pair break off? You told the crowd it was bc Toji had other business in his life he had to attend to — like his family (2 kids) and such, but was that really the case? Idk, that's just what I'm thinking, what can you inquire, mona dearest??

Hold on now don't think I forgot about this now 🤨🤨🤨 let's discuss, whatchu cooking in them drafts

👀 just something slight, nothing good smh sadly

[amodelista]

jamzzz

[lover-of-mine]

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[ghetto---hippie]

It's a snow day here in lovely Colorado! The earliest snow fall I've experienced! Not upset at all ☃️⛷️🏂❄️ #snowday #tongueout #tongue #tonguepiercing #tonguering #piercied #piercings #girlswithpiercings #inked #tattoos #girl #pretty #cute #happy #model #linkinbio Link in bio for the uncensored stuff 🤤 (at Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE6rcEvMFBN/?igshid=kht4vot36rs5

[liriostigre]

what are ur fave poems of all-time?

hi 💌 here are some:

“Hanging Fire” by Audre Lorde

“Tired” by Langston Hughes

“Having a Coke with You” by Frank O'Hara

“Love After Love” by Derek Walcott

“Mayakovsky” by Frank O'Hara

“i like my body when it is with your” by E. E. Cummings

“New Year's Eve Prayer” by Jeff Buckley

“Rain” by Roberto Bolaño

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

“Spring Torrents” by Sara Teasdale

“Tulips” by Sylvia Plath 

“A great Hope fell” by Emily Dickinson

“Poem” by Langston Hughes

“Sometimes I Pretend” by Naomi Shihab Nye

“What Was Once the Largest Shopping Center in Northern Ohio Was Built Where There Had Been a Pond I Used to Visit Every Summer Afternoon” by Mary Oliver

“Summer Morning” by Mary Oliver

“You Are Tired (I Think)” by E. E. Cummings

“Sifter” by Naomi Shihab Nye

“Emergency Management” by Camille Rankine

“Thanksgiving 2006” by Ocean Vuong

“Litany” by Langston Hughes

“Suicide in the Trenches” by Siegfried Sassoon

“I heard a Fly buzz - when I died” by Emily Dickinson

“Warning” by Jenny Joseph

“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by E. E. Cummings

“Love Sorrow” by Mary Oliver

“Conversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre)” by Warsan Shire

“Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out” by Richard Siken

“Limited but Fertile Possibilities Are Offered by This Brochure” by Marge Piercy

“The Thing Is” by Ellen Bass

“Mad Girl's Love Song” by  Sylvia Plath

“The Century’s Decline” by Wislawa Szymborska

“A Primer For The Small Weird Loves” by Richard Siken

“Unpainted Door” by Louise Glück

“Spring has come back again” by Rainer Maria Rilke

“Homesickness” by Marina Tsvetaeva

“Don't Hesitate” by Mary Oliver

“There's a certain Slant of light” by Emily Dickinson

“Poem for Haruko” by June Jordan

“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song” by Mary Oliver

“Toward a City That Sings” by June Jordan

“Edward the Confessor” by Eileen Myles (under the cut because I couldn't find it online)

Edward the Confessor by Eileen Myles

I have a confession to make I wish there were some role in society I could fulfill I could be a confessor I have a confession to make I have this way when I step into the bakery on 2nd Ave. of wanting to be the only really nice person in the store so the harried sales woman with several toned hair will like me. I do this in all kinds of stores, coffee shops xerox shops, everywhere I go. And invariably I leave my keys, xeroxing, my coffee from the last place I am being so nice. I try so hard to make a great impression on these neutral strangers right down to the perfect warm smile I get entirely lost and stagger back out onto the street, bereft of something major. It’s really leaning too hard on the everyday. My mother was the kind of woman who dragging us into stores always seemed to charm the pants off the cashier. She was such a great person, so human though at home she was such a bitch, I mean really distant. I imitate her and I don’t do it well. She didn’t leave her wallet or us in a store. I’m just a pale imitation it is simply not my style to open the hearts of strangers to my true personhood. I hope you accept this tiny confession of what I am currently going through. And if you are experiencing something of a similar nature tell someone, not me, but tell someone. It’s the new human program to be in. It would be nice for at least these final moments if we could sigh with the relief of being in the same program with all the other humans whispering in school. I can’t quite locate the terror, but I am trying to be my mother or Edward the Confessor smiling down on you with up-praying hands. I am looking down at the tips of my boots as I step across the balcony of the church excited to be allowed to say these things. Outside my church is a relationship. On 11th street this guy and this woman are selling the woman so they can get more dope. All their things are there, rags and loaves of bread and make-up. And there was— this was incredible. Two men lying by the door of the church giving each other blow-jobs. They were sort of street guys, one black one white. I said hey you can’t do that here. They jumped up, one spit come out of his mouth. If you don’t get out of here I’ll call the cops. Don’t call the cops we’ll go, we’ll leave. That was a shock. That was more than I expected to see in a day. Something about seeing the guy spit come out of his mouth. He didn’t have to do that. I guess I scared him. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was scared too.