Louise Bourgeois / Tracey Emin. do not abandon me, 2009 – 2010 deep inside my heart. archival dyes printed on cloth, suite of 16 30 x 24 inches (76.2 x 61 cm.)
in a rare collaboration, a year before her death, the late artist louise bourgeois painted 16 works and sent them to tracey emin to complete. bourgeois sent emin a set of 16 delicate gouache paintings of the human form. emin began to draw on the images, adding tiny figures and text.
“In San Francisco last year, a man stabbed a woman in the face and arm after she didn’t respond positively to his sexually harassing her on the street.
In Bradenton, Fla., a man shot a high school senior to death after she and her friends refused to perform oral sex at his request.
In Chicago, a scared 15-year-old was hit by a car and died after she tried escaping from harassers on a bus.
Again, in Chicago, a man grabbed a 19-year-old walking on a public thoroughfare, pulled her onto a gangway and assaulted her.
In Savannah, Georgia, a woman was walking alone at night and three men approached her. She ignored them, but they pushed her to the ground and sexually assaulted her.
In Manhattan, a 29-year-old pregnant woman was killed when men catcalling from a van drove onto the sidewalk and hit her and her friend.
Last week, a runner in California — a woman — was stopped and asked, by a strange man in a car, if she wanted a ride. When she declined he ran her over twice.”
FUCK YOU if you think that street harassment is a “compliment” or “no big deal” or that it’s “irrational” of us to be afraid because “what’s actually gonna happen.” Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more.
This is terrorism.
(via brutereason)
Also fuck you if your response to somebody’s story of street harassment is to tell them how they should have reacted, should have made a scene. That reaction is a dangerous risk to take.
(via whataboutthemenses)
unfortunately, not paying attention to race and gender does not make gender-race inequalities go away, precisely because these inequalities are institutionalized and not just ideas in people’s heads.
your favorite books, if they were tea
originally published in fast company…
the great gatsby conjures many emotions—the nostalgia for a high school lit class, a romanticized notion of the jazz era, or by now, perhaps exasperation at its ubiquity after baz luhrmann got his hands on it.
flora chan’s own musings got her thinking about tea, and more specifically, what the great gatsby might taste like were it reincarnated into an herbal beverage. according to chan, it’s a green tea—inspired by the symbolic green light that fitzgerald wrote about—with notes of apple, mint, blackberries, plum, and raspberries. whereas the zany and unpredictable world of alice in wonderland would taste like a (highly caffeinated) maté with mango, lemongrass, pineapple, and coconut.
chan designed the packaging of the prologue tea series for a class at parson’s and the graphics were sourced directly from the books. “the vibrant colors in alice in wonderland parallel its colorful cast of characters,” she tells co.design. “the windmills that don quixote infamously mistakes for giants, as well as sherlock holmes’s iconic pipe, are featured as well. and the whale, of course, is moby-dick.”
but rather than just adopt a symbol here, and a motif there, dhan created a template that she says could live on other tea-time interpretations of literature. up next, she hopes? seasonal chests of tea, each one with a new series of novels.
“how the media failed women in 2013,” courtesy of Miss Representation. this is mind-boggling and you must watch it right now.
and this doesn’t even touch on the media’s representation of julia gillard
“Sex is not a goddamn performance.
Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.It should not require confidence.
Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.
Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.
You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.
It’s not about being “good in bed.”
It’s about being happy.
One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.
What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.
Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.
Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.
I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.
I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.
It’s originality.
It’s passion.
It’s joy.
Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.
I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.
“Good in bed,” what.
You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.
Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.
This isn’t a test.”
my body and existence
are not learning tools
or sounding boards
or target practice
you dont get to *learn* how to be decent via the harm you inflict on me and demand i remain here for you to *learn* some more and claim i am the one who is lacking sympathy for not wanting to continue needlessly suffering for your *enlightenment*
abuser logic never recognizes peoples right to self-care
abuser logic never recognizes peoples right to exist w/o abuse
ABUSER LOGIC NEVER RECOGNIZES PEOPLES RIGHT TO EXIST W/O ABUSE
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