Latest Posts by sexchangewerewolf - Page 2
Anytime i see a bunch of pride flags i have to restrain myself from saying "where mexico" bc i doubt anyone will know I'm referencing this
HELP WHAT IS MY MAN DOING???
I’m i ywahb yuuooooppppppp
organic
issue #3 of Hellblazer (1988) is fucking amazing
IT LITERALLY STARTS OFF WITH JOHN RANTING ABOUT HOW FUCKED UP THE POLICIES ARE AND THEN GOING “anyway I’m here to be badass and fight bad guys not make political commentaries 🙄” AND THE WHOLE ISSUE IS JUST POLITICS
btw happy Father’s Day to johnstantine, my man who doesn’t want kids who inexplicably has like 8 running around
"Clark writes that Fight Club 'suggests homosexual themes and relationships even though the narrative does not openly admit them' (417). Clark's assessment is a strong beginning to the recognition of the homoeroticism of Fight Club.
The film's queer element- and the queerness of other artifacts of popular culture- however, remains to be explored. Much is to be gained from analyses of popular culture that emphasize queer elements. A queer analysis can help deconstruct, however temporarily, traditional gender constructs and over time alter what it means to say that you are a man or to say that you are a woman.
Queer lives and queer studies have much to offer the mainstream, heterosexual majority when it comes to challenging predetermined gender identities."
"Fight Club's Queer Representations" by Thomas Peele
JAC, Fall 2001, Vol. 21, No. 4 (Fall 2001), pp. 862-869
(Film Analysis Hours)
SPOILERS FOR FRANKENSTEIN!!!!!!
HE’S DEAD???? he was the 2th best character wtf
a twitter thread that actually killed me
I’m reading Frankenstein right now and nobody prepared me for how gay Victor and Henry are
Also when Clerval stayed with him while he was sick 👀
Anyway I hate Victor, here’s the boy
You’re warm in my hands
Flickering blithe laughs
Fills my lungs
I am full
For a second I breathe in that warmth
I am whole
I hold you in the rain
Feel how you combat the cold
The loneliness
The emptiness that hollows into my chest
When life is pulled away from me
The moment you leave my lips
I breathe you in like you’re air
Something I’d desperately suck up
Suffocate in
More writing!
If Jesus Christ saw the state of the world right now, he’d puke his guts out. I keep hearing people talk about the second coming as if we haven’t had so many messiahs already. Our messiahs are our activists and leaders of movements. Anyone willing to help people and sacrifice so much. Honestly, I wish I could die and magically fix everything. I’d vaporize and become the clouds. I’d pour over the dried blood and salty tears that stains everything, like a mother introducing water to a babies face. I wish I could have everyone retrace their steps, babies be unborn, suns unset, and fix whatever snowballed into everything. I wish I could give new life. I wish I could be the bullet that misses by a hair. I wish I could be the reckless driver that sets off the airbag.
A little something I wrote today!
Seeing the flecks of light scattered across the sky fills me with both amazement and frustration.
Imagining what those little flecks hold excites me, but I then remember I could never see everything they are.
It feels like I’ve been cheated. I wish I could live every life and experience everything, but it’s just not possible. I hope when I die, I’ll become God. I hope that everyone will. And for an eternity I could really live. I could see everything there is to see. I hope I could go back to the beginning, way before it, and see time as if it were individual frames of a motion picture.
Each second, less than a second, the smallest most meaningless unit of time, could last forever. I could see everything and feel it and love it and hate it and laugh and cry and scream. And when it somehow ends, I’d do it over.
I want to love everyone and hate everyone. I want to kill and give life. I want to ruin and better. I want to breathe and I want to suffocate and swim and burn. I want to see how ugly and beautiful it all is. I want to see things I could’ve never imagined.
I want to know everything better than I currently know myself. I want to find myself and everyone in all of it.
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2O75WquQ3KDRu4H1y9mmES?si=xU1aAo6oR0Wvtk50UmTthA
“The world has no visible order, and I have only the order of my breathing. I let myself happen.”
— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva