01 9 / 2014
"When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up. When he says you give him blue balls, say you’re welcome. When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her. Then head-butt her. When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red. When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen. When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading: “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom. When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time. When the skinhead girls jump you in the bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do not turn red. When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands. When your father locks the door, break the window. When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife. When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red. When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know. When the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true. When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late. When he refuses to stay the night because you lived in Jersey City, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him. When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him. When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him. Do not regret this. Do not turn red. When your mother hits you, do not strike back."
01 9 / 2014
"”Adoration will heal our Church and thus our nation and thus our world… Adoration touches everyone and everything…because it touches the Creator, Who touches everything and everyone…When we adore, we plug into infinite dynamism and power. Adoration is more powerful for construction than nuclear bombs are for destruction”"
01 9 / 2014
"So that is all that Jesus wants from us, he does not need our accomplishments, only our love. He thirsts for love."
31 8 / 2014
I strongly identify with wood elves because I too like to drink wine and talk about how men are failing
30 8 / 2014
"Si me quieres, quiéreme entera,
no por zonas de luz o sombra…
Si me quieres, quiéreme negra
y blanca. Y gris, y verde, y rubia,
¡Y madrugada en la ventana abierta!
Si me quieres, no me recortes:
¡Quiéreme toda… O no me quieras!"
Si me quieres, quiéreme entera por la poetisa cubana Dulce María Loynaz.
If you love me, love me whole
not by zones of light or shadow…
if you love me, love me black
and white, and gray and green and blond,
love me day,
love me night…
and in the morning with the open window!
If you love me, don’t break me in pieces:
love me whole…Or do not love me at all!
If you love me, love me whole by Cuban poet Dulce María Loynaz.
30 8 / 2014
you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls