“By creating the imaginary element that is “sex,” the deployment of sexuality established one of its most essential principles: the desire for sex- the desire to have it, to have access to it, to discover it, to liberate it, to articulate it in discourse, to formulate it in truth. It constituted “sex” itself as something desirable. And it is this desirability of sex that attaches each one of us to the injunction to know it, to reveal its law and power; it is this desirability that makes us think we are affirming the rights of our sex against all power, when in fact we are fastened to the deployment of sexuality that has lifted up from deep within us a sort of mirage in which we think we see ourselves reflected- the dark shimmer of sex.”

the history of sexuality vol i

michel foucault

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male self-obsession

shld i get a tattoo of this?

shld i get a tattoo of this?

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womanhouse:

Minnesota Declaration: Truth and Fact in Documentary Cinema
BY WERNER HERZOG

Lessons of Darkness

1) By dint of declaration the so-called Cinema Verité is devoid of verité. It reaches a merely superficial truth, the truth of accountants.

2) One well-known representative of Cinema Verité…

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mashatupitsyn:


Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse

Lydia Davis, Varieties of Disturbance

valentine’s day present from my true love

“Men who want to be feminists do not need to be given a space in feminism. They need to take the space they have in society & make it feminist.”

Kelley Temple, National Union of Students UK Women’s Officer   (via albinwonderland)

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mashatupitsyn:


“Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it… . It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.”

-Erica Jong


“Here is what I know:
You drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other.
Once you kissed my neck in front of your friends
and it made me very shy.
Once you kissed my stomach and I started crying.
I see the tender way you touch things and want to kiss your nose
but I keep my mouth to myself.
Your collarbones are craters big enough to fit my fist into.
You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in months.
I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart
(I let it break and bleed out then roughly sewed it back together)
It is hard to write poems when I only know how to fuck you.
I am always trying. I am thinking of Somedays. I am saying goodbye.
You asked why I never write anything honest so I am writing you this.”

Clementine von Radics (via hushedsweetnothings)

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