can't stop won't stop

May 28

tmills:

Christian and I had talked about me doing some illustrations for his piece on the Hairpin. I never really got around to it as the language in the piece is already powerfully illustrative on its own. But I did do this sketch of a bunch of tired dudes trying to avoid male gazing anybody while at the rosé bar. Since I don’t really know what to do with it now, here it is.

DON’T MALE GAZE

tmills:

Christian and I had talked about me doing some illustrations for his piece on the Hairpin. I never really got around to it as the language in the piece is already powerfully illustrative on its own. But I did do this sketch of a bunch of tired dudes trying to avoid male gazing anybody while at the rosé bar. Since I don’t really know what to do with it now, here it is.

DON’T MALE GAZE

whisker-biscuits:

I am writing about blue whales right now and I keep typoing “the largest animal that ever loved" and this is all I can think about.

whisker-biscuits:

I am writing about blue whales right now and I keep typoing “the largest animal that ever loved" and this is all I can think about.

(via uberheathen)

May 27

A hatch slams shut above you, and you find yourself in a pitch black chamber that smells of old soap and fine spirits. You haven’t smelled whiskey since… “The Before Times,” a voice rumbles. Its baritone is fine and smooth, like the feeling of an old boat’s oars. A face floats out of the shadows, lit by the ruddy glow of an e-cigarette. It’s the face of a man who shaves just often enough to remind you he has to, and his eyes are blocked from your gaze by the lowered brim of his fedora. “Yes! That smell reminds me of… of my father, and of his transactional relationships with all the women around him, and of the freedom to say whatever I want without consequence!” (via A Beta Male Journeys Through the Femireich | The Hairpin)

I wrote this very non-fictional piece about the dangers of life in the Femireich. Strap on your Male Gaze Averting Goggles and delve in.

A hatch slams shut above you, and you find yourself in a pitch black chamber that smells of old soap and fine spirits. You haven’t smelled whiskey since… “The Before Times,” a voice rumbles. Its baritone is fine and smooth, like the feeling of an old boat’s oars. A face floats out of the shadows, lit by the ruddy glow of an e-cigarette. It’s the face of a man who shaves just often enough to remind you he has to, and his eyes are blocked from your gaze by the lowered brim of his fedora. “Yes! That smell reminds me of… of my father, and of his transactional relationships with all the women around him, and of the freedom to say whatever I want without consequence!” (via A Beta Male Journeys Through the Femireich | The Hairpin)

I wrote this very non-fictional piece about the dangers of life in the Femireich. Strap on your Male Gaze Averting Goggles and delve in.

deantrippe:

FRIEND TO ALL CHILDREN

deantrippe:

FRIEND TO ALL CHILDREN

(via manymachines)

May 26

cordjefferson:

Jacaranda season is special, man.

Cord is a man who is right about a lot of things. Today, Cord is right about trees.

cordjefferson:

Jacaranda season is special, man.

Cord is a man who is right about a lot of things. Today, Cord is right about trees.

May 22

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May 19

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cordjefferson:

Maybe we didn’t deserve Deadwood.

You either die a morally nuanced exploration of the nature of civilization, or you live long enough to become Mad Men.

cordjefferson:

Maybe we didn’t deserve Deadwood.

You either die a morally nuanced exploration of the nature of civilization, or you live long enough to become Mad Men.

(Source: argography, via trotskywasmyfather)