UPDATE: I followed a bunch more porny tumblrs and now my dashboard is more porn than books and I no longer feel chill looking at tumblr on the streetcar.
— Sina Queyras, MxT.
There is something for everyone on Craigslist Mirrors. This one marries a sickening awe of nature to the practicality of a tape measure; the wilderness made wilder through an inverted perspective, but ultimately tamed by we who measure the world in inches!
Craigslist Mirrors is consistently the best single service Tumblr.
— Sam Anderson, a few years back.
You do eat brown rice and vegetables, don’t you?
I love the language of feminism
I don’t have time at the moment to comment more
mind your own affairs
if I may quote the great
lies and excuses they tell themselves
sex without love is bestiality
it is against the HUMAN RIGHTS[for] women to take responsibility for their own choices in their lives
odious, neo-puritan sanctimony is so predictable
I can comment on at least one
We often fail to remember that Love and Sex are two entirely different things.
Haley is a Queen, obviously. Read her story on sexworkers and Melissa Gira Grant’s new book in the Globe!
It’s National Reading Month! What are YOU reading?
Originally published in 1984, this autobiography is set in the prewar Indochina of Marguerite Duras’s childhood, this is the haunting tale of a tumultuous affair between an adolescent French girl and her Chinese lover….
I adore this book. And the design on this reissue is perfect, because it only fixes what was broken, and keeps instead the element, that photo of young Duras, whose narrator so carefully describes all of her own faces through the years covered by the novel, that element that is meant to break you and fix you all at once. The photo on the first edition, in 1984, was much smaller but was a shock: it was one of the very first novels to feature a photograph on the cover! And it’s THIS photograph, tucked chin arched brow, stained lip, an inviting if inscrutable expression…inviting of narrative, all is possible because the face is such a perfectly young one, even as the book opens with a repudiation of what we are meant to envision as this very face that drew us in. The narrator tells us that by some teleological miracle even in its dewy glow this is and always was “a face laid waste.” I mean!