“Anyways. Cooper is going back to talking about whether sexual orientation is “immutable” — really so far his whole segment has just been a Lowlights Of The Original Prop 8 Trial, and this is no exception. We went through this whole fucking thing about how women are very “elastic,” which means that sometimes we, uh, identify differently throughout our lives, which means obvs that our identities aren’t even REAL and that we COULD marry that construction worker who yells at us on our way to work because we could be straight if we wanted to but we just don’t want to. Probably because we’re bitches, or sluts, or something. So there’s the recap of that. That’s what Cooper is talking about now, where he’s essentially trying to argue that sexual orientation shouldn’t be treated like other suspect classes because it like “can change” and therefore “is not real.” I have this really strong and immature urge to like “give Cooper a wedgie” or “trap him inside a locker” right now. Sorry. Over it.”

-autostraddle <3

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tan·gi·ble

–adjective

1. capable of being touched; discernible by the touch.

 2. real or actual, rather than imaginary or visionary.

 3. definite; not vague or elusive.

4. having actual physical existence.  

i have been trying to grasp this word since i heard her say it. i feel like it’s definition is filling me up, therefore making me intangible. i feel like a swirling mass of… of i dont know what, of nothing, perhaps. whatever it is, it is most definately not capable of being touched. it is not something i can grab hold of, much less anyone else. but maybe that is what i need. someone with a hand strong enough, or the right kind of hand, like a key that fits, to capture my intagible-ness and hand it to me. put it in a jar, with holes in the lid. also i think i may be imaginary. my heart is, atleast. it has gone missing, still stuck in her rib cage. so the one in my chest to fill its place must be merely imaginary. i need someone to break it out of that rib cage, a pirate of sorts, to break through the bars and sneak me out quick, before the jailkeeper notices i have gone missing. i am also elusive, lately. avoiding contact. i dont want them to know i am empty. if they try to make contact with my heart, if they send their morse code beeps and get no return, they will know it is still missing. and my actual physical existence is only for show. i am not solid, i am more like liquid, or perhaps a gas. easily blown away, scattered to nothing more than miniscule particles that must be collected and strung back together.  

in·tan·gi·ble

–adjective

1. not tangible; incapable of being perceived by the sense of touch.

2. not definite or clear to the mind.  

year after year you never fail me. 17 years in a row so far, un-relentless and amazing. the slight coat of dirt on my feet that will remain until the end, along with the sprinkling of freckles that will shortly kiss my shoulders and cheeks. the crazy urge to do things like go buy a pair of overalls, the brand new appearance of birkenstock tans,and the ability to study in the sun for the last two days of finals before it is official. summer time.  

two days and i am free to do cartwheels, jump off rocks into the river, eat popcicles until they drip to my toes, lay in the backyard and read for endless hours. water bottles full of rum, bikinis and boats, books and art projects, all un-interupted by school work. long nights laying in the grass, staring at the stars. dancing in the occasional warm rain, always accompanied by a rainbow. pure love, with or without someone to kiss, summer time is pure love.

ichbinpeterpan:

bidwell park. chico, california. april 2010.

Because a woman’s work is never done and is underpaid or unpaid or boring or repetitious and we’re the first to get fired and what we look like is more important than what we do and if we get raped it’s our fault and if we get beaten we must have provoked it and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos and if we don’t we’re frigid and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a “real” man and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic and/or pushy and if we expect childcare we’re selfish and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and “unfeminine” and if we don’t we’re typical weak females and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man and if we don’t we’re unnatural and because we still can’t get an adequate safe contraceptive but men can walk on the moon and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion and…for lots and lots of other reasons we are part of the women’s liberation movement.

- Joyce Stevens