sarah xerta: Archive

Jan 26, 20144,011 notes

Jan 26, 201420,880 notes

[…]

To be a woman is to know one must starve
I don’t feel very straight at all
I masturbate to underground gay thug porn
and still wind up thinking
about the male gaze
I want to be so skinny people ask if I’m dying
Have you ever been on the roof of The Standard
and noticed your tatters in the unforgiving sun

[…]

Jan 26, 20145 notes

#monica mcclure #the awl #poetry

“There is a voice in my head that I’d like to banish: an iteration of patriarchy that has told me to aim for emotional consistency & a controlled persona. Once my mother told me that I would never be loved as long as I couldn’t figure out how to have one single, knowable identity… Who I was shifted from moment to moment. My credibility was questioned because I acted differently with different people. But people are different, I always think. Shouldn’t you consider that? I don’t see what’s wrong with shattering into fifty pieces at once every time you try to commit to an idea. Much important thinking, writing, & activism seeks to unify those parts, but first you have to get to know the splits & fault lines. We know this! Yet ambivalence, fragmentation & contradiction are still often seen to undermine one’s authority in art, especially if the artist is a woman. How can you look so sweet & talk so ugly?”—Monica McClure, here. (via alinapleskova)

Jan 24, 2014

i woke up this morning & told john we r an art form. john nodded w guitar riff so smooth

so sexy. i opened the window a bit to let the sweet sounds fuck the street; it was an air

raid 4 the repressed & frigid business types below. listen: our sexy sounds. john went

to take a shower. ‘y not’ i said.

Jan 23, 201431 notes

#cassandra gillig #poetry