February 2010
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The Unicorn Theory
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I have this theory, and a post about “why to fuck a trannyboy” made me want to post it.
Tboys are Unicorns… We’re mythical creatures, when people meet us they feel like they’ve met something they’ve only read about in fairy tales… and these are the reasons why we are the perfect males.
1. More types of people are attracted to us - Gay...
January 2010
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“Both “arthur” and “knight” are on the list of banned...”
– Got Medieval: Coincidence?
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“If you’ve got free time and the ability to follow simple directions, you...”
– Another way to help Haiti Boing Boing
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“Blogging was a sketchy web-based writing phenomenon for lonely, narcissistic...”
– from “Geek in the Center” by Jackie Grutsch McKinney (in the September 2009 issue of The Writing Lab Newsletter) (via fuckyeahknaves)
um insanejournal/livejournal amirite
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“He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did...”
– ORLANDO By Virginia Woolf Chapter 1 (via tobia)
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He sighed profoundly, and flung himself—there was a passion in his movements...”
– ORLANDO By Virginia Woolf Chapter 1 (via tobia) (via fireofunknownorigin)
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Manhattan Courts Getting Used to Transgender Name... →
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chaucer :c
I’m rereading my notes from Chaucer class to write this little paper about Tennyson. I think he’s drawing pretty heavily on ideas of courtly love to talk about the downfall of the Lady of Shalott. There are tons of mirrors and windows, so I’m trying to pull in some things the Guthinator said about how mirrors/windows displace the identity/humanity of a lover’s image or...
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my grandparents
I spent so much of my childhood at my grandmother’s meticulously cleaned house, reading Good Housekeeping (which I still always read when I’m there), napping, exploring their backyard and the strange garage that I was only allowed into when I was older that contained the wreckage of my grandfather’s motorcycle, and learning how to use a computer. My grandfather taught me...
"Peter Quince at the Clavier," Wallace Stevens
Peter Quince at the Clavier
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Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not sound; And thus it is that what I feel, Here in this room, desiring you,
Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music. It is like the strain Waked in the elders by Susanna;
Of a green evening, clear and warm, She bathed in her...
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