"I said to her “how can you leave me when you know that I love you?”
And she said, “Love, what do you know of love?”
She said, “I need a man who can prove to me that he loves me,
No better yet, I need a man who can put into words how he loves me”
And I said, “words, what are words when I love you like math”
She said, “Like math, is that how you think you love me,
You love me like….”
I said I love you like math,
Infinite and exact
And you cannot subtract from my attraction
Or reduce into fractions
Infinitesimal as the decimal to my point
I’m the equation to your quotients
The sensation of my devotion
Is the calculation to your notions
Exponential are my solutions
To the differential of your delusions
Confusions between love and sex
Too complex to divide or multiply
I am just an X looking for the answer to Y
I mean, why was this division your decision?
Why was the subtraction your action
Why was my formula rejected?
When my love was geometric
Like a line with a finish, without a start
That you cannot define, diminish or dare to break apart
Perfect as a circle
Trapped inside your trapezoidal truth
If love is your problem, this is my proof."
"If we want to teach our daughters to be good people, let’s teach them to be good people. Their sexuality has nothing to do with that."
"The word [Bisexual] sounds binary because so much of Queer Theory is so obsessed with binaries that it creates them everywhere. Whether they are real or not."
Renndølsetra, Norway with the Innerdal tower in the background. Norwegians have been planting greenery atop their houses for hundreds of years. Some have flowers mixed in with grass, and a few even have small trees. The verdant roofs have many advantages like the fact that they help stabilize homes, provide good insulation and are long-lasting.
Photo by Bård Larsen
I figured most of my Facebook friends would miss out on some of Martin Luther King, Jr’s quotes that are less palatable for complacent America. So I made some aggressive and hard-to-ignore photos to bomb their feed with for today.
1.) verb, falling in love:
when the first time we met
that night when the sun had
already gone to sleep, you kissed me
and I smiled around your lips;
the moon and the sun wept
tears of jealousy
2.)phrase, with you
when we had sex for the first time
laughing at geeky references,
discovering each other like continents
and if I talked too much
you just kissed away my breath,
showing me how to move instead
when we went to Universal studios
I had never been there before and
you held my hand through the lines
and I puked after the rollercoaster
and you helped me clean up and said
you still loved me
synonyms: you, me, us, endless
example: I think I would like to love you forever, if you are okay with that.
"Don’t be slutty, don’t have sex. But be sexy. If you’re too sexy though and you get raped, then that’s your own fault because you’re not actually supposed to listen to us about being sexy, even though we tell you your value is derived from how sexy you are. If you get into a position of power, we will assume that you used your sex appeal to get there and not your brains and we will mock you even though we told you the only thing that mattered was your sex appeal. Make yourself accessible to us, but holy shit stop being so desperate and needy. Don’t be a tease. If we want to have sex with you, don’t friendzone us, even though we just fucking told you not to have sex."
"Memory Lapse," Judith Strasser →
I am prepared when you don’t show up. For three days
and three nights, I have been watching
the War in the Gulf. I baked a cake while we bombed
Baghdad. I set the table; they shelled Tel Aviv.
You are like one of the casualties. All fall,
during the build-up, panic rattled the telephone…