I am a dumb cunt feminazi
I need to calm my tits
so angry it must be my period oh wait it’s not my period i’m a woman who is angry who gets periods
Like, I’m overreacting
I am a stupid dumb cunt whore women
with stupid dumb cunt whore women-logic
Women-logic deserves to be raped
All the stupid women’s shut up your on your period
I am a feminist-slut who needs to crawl back to tumblr
Sound the feminist alarm!!!!!!!!!
I am fucking crazy as fuck, whoa
I really should calm those titties
going overboard like a little slut womyn
equal rights and equal lefts—beat a bitch, yall
I am an idiot who needs to shut up oh god please I sound like an idiot
I don’t even know what sexual harrassmant means cause I’m a stupid woman
I am gonna go up to some guy and tell him he has a nice ass cause womens don’t; if he wants a complement it’s a compliment cause he dresses like a little beach slut at the beach
I need to get my facts right before I go on a dumb-cunt rampage
Honestly it doesn’t even matter cause she doesn’t even have a nice ass so it’s not even sexual harassment it’s a joke stupid shit
i am an OverReacting +Sensitivity Bea”t”ch pig whore
i am objecting myself by giving into fashion norms and dressing like proactively, such a silly feminazi
It’s so hard for me to wear something that I feel good being complimented by a man in :/
where is my logic? I thought womyns didn’t have logics only women-logics
I guess I should stay at home or not dress like such a stupid whore skank to the beach why would I wear shorts if I didn’t want a compliment duh
Wow, that is so offensive lots of people get under my feminazi skin and into my feminazi cunt
I don’t even get this offendid when someone calls me a retard dumbass faggot
It’s a free country and I need to get over my dumb whore self
I am a bitch who cannot be serious haha rape culture speak English whore
Put that hoe in a hijab lol
I hate this I hate that I hate feminazis I hate women who try to beat guys ha I hate u I hate men
my dumb cunt is so sensitive
Chill the fuck up you are a bitch and so are all the women
I can’t even deal he sound like a male feminist
bitch can’t take a compliment bitches looking for trouble
i’m just a dumb cunt bitch whore women feminazi bitch with a feminist alarm
I begin when the day stops:
thinking of ceramic bowls and cups
waiting to be born in a dreamt Seattle
Of our bed which mother warns not to
Of lovely of kisses wet
Today’s sighs on the telephone:
speculations about how
much we should save.
Saving I love you
I don’t abuse it,
or I do.
How we stayed in bed for hours
dwindling our time away
“more love hours than could ever be repaid”
returning to inherency.
Deciding that we love furiously because
time is a captive of distance.
Being your ghost still, other:
haunting, but terrified
flying from coast to coast
into the ears of the Empire State
coloring my pillow in this dark,
moaning into it more than yours,
more than into what I knew before.
Knowing you are not of my before
You are of the golden hours
of after of winter of child
My self child. How she continues to grow
in your throat this autumn.
How she wants to be cradled,
but also to be a towering grown-up
who cries once every six months or so
who stays up past her bed time
and does not call for mama.
I turn towards abortion last before the sleep
I should terminate this child I am for you
I should have never been, possibly
I need to choke on this self and swallow to grow.
I end into—in two— Where did I go?
I ask this more than where I am going.
Eikoh Hosoe - Man and Woman, 1959-1960
"Eikoh Hosoe (細江 英公, Hosoe Eikō, born 1933 in Yonezawa, Yamagata) is a Japanese photographer and filmmaker who emerged from the experimental arts movement of post-World War II Japan. He is known for his psychologically charged images, often exploring subjects such as death, erotic obsession, and irrationality. Through his friendships and artistic collaborations he is linked with the writer Yukio Mishima and 1960’s avant-garde artists such as the dancer Tatsumi Hijikata." [Cultura Inquieta]
Word Choice features original works of fiction and poetry. Read three poems by Alex Dimitrov with art by Paul Mpagi Sepuya.
Syd Barrett became ours
A madcap mined
for love notes in
bed I wanted you
Syd wouldn’t forget
my birthday. Somehow
he would wear velvet
suits and surprise
me with records.
Syd read poetry,
right? He painted
depression, colors you
do not know.
In the Redwoods I
hated sexism and your
a girl wasn’t supposed to
Would Syd speak
for me? Syd is
dead, so I spoke
Syd sang on our way
back and you and I made
love in the desert
and I forgot
about wanting to
elope with Syd with
flowers in my
hair in indigo
And so we played
new records and I
left Syd Barrett
on the shelf because I
you, and I
Syd Barrett, Terrapin. So sleepy, so love-dream 1970.