honestly just keeping this here for my academic benefit [excerpt from heidi hartmann’s “the unhappy marriage of marxism and feminism: towards a more progressive union” (1979)]
I find that dialogue around the racialized experience in the US is odd in that it completely excludes the relationship with the home country. While I am not Chinese, my parents are. My extended family is. They all exerted pressures and mapped influences onto me during my most impressionable periods of development, and the exclusionContinue reading “post a marxist essay on chinese women”
there is of course more to it, but this is what I remember: — we are in line, we are in school. I feel something of air on my ass, which I don’t think to me of. then I feel a shuffling of my skirt — I whip around to find a man — aContinue reading “dream”
Miley Cyrus, Lady Gaga — these women have *won*. They are so crazy, so odd, that no one can sexualize them but themselves. “What are you wearing?” is always the female celebrity trap, and so Lady Gaga wears meat dresses and bubble dresses and makes the whole thing so insanely performative that there is noContinue reading “06/23/17, 1:10pm”
KS I am thinking about her, and I am thinking about that one night we talked all night and she showed me all her books and that she was reading Lolita, and she seemed so very self-aware of her tragic, deranged wild-girl persona and yet still performed it, and though I now view her largelyContinue reading “06/23/17, 12:29pm”
What would we discover if we automatically took pop music seriously? If we didn’t need disclaimers? I an reactionary; I know what is wrong. But I am not strong enough or secure enough to then defend what I think is right. Is that cowardice?
This summer, in NYC, is the first time I’ve ever felt that I was not in control of how others consume my body — it manifests itself in a constant discomfort in public; a knee-jerk cringe at random encounters, at any attention —
are only there because of my boobs which grew recently. not by much, but enough that my self-confidence heaved itself over the cliff it was dangling from gangly arms shaking from exhaustion and staggered to flat land, flatt butt pott belly and all where it smiled smugly and decided that it could have body hairContinue reading “my hairy armpits”