let’s get something straight,
This is a kimono. It’s worn by Japanese people.
This is not a kimono. It is a hanbok. It’s worn by Korean people.
This also not a kimono. This is a Hanfu. It was worn by Han Chinese people until the Qing.
This is also not a…
September 2012
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August 2012
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wildbeardedbrownmanontheinternet:
Seriously. Does it ever occur to her?
Maybe one day she’ll be like “Hey Tenzin! I FUCKED YOUR MOM,” and moonwalk away like a boss.
FUCK.
Omg.
“Korra, you lack proper focus.”
“That’s not what your mom said last life.”
I’d like you all to know that I snorted into my beverage at “That’s not what your mom said last life”.
did anybody else notice
that Mitt Romney’s logo looks like a man’s finely sculpted ass
Even wind chimes caused dizziness;
an ache of paper lanterns rotting
from the acacias. Perhaps the L
in my name makes you sad,
evokes a film where a woman
waves from a train. Or how
this horizon wants to be a hymn.
If you listen, you can
hear the holes in the alphabet,
sounds lit by the lamps
of our bones. Perhaps
with this page I could fashion
a boat or a very convincing window.
A dress made entirely of vowels.” —“The Synaesthete’s Love Poem,” Kristy Bowen (via smashedwordbrokenopen)
I’m loving Thomas McBee’s writing.
The thing is: outside of cities where masculinity is a spectrum, your San Franscicos, Los Angeleses, New Yorks: I often do get read as gay. Me, of the studied aesthetic and seersucker shorts; me of the neat hair and fast speech. As promised, I can only be myself: my evolving body holds the same gender. I pull on an old T-shirt and fulfill a promise I made to the me who bought it. I get cruised, I get flattered. I shed internalized transphobia. I try.
And when the hick in the pick-up truck this weekend stared me down with dead-eye aggression, I remembered that I’m still queer, even if I’ve never been gay.
New York Times: What’s So Bad About a Boy Who Wants to Wear a Dress?
Finally getting around to reading this article. So well written, so many good points. Here are my favorite.
After speculating a little on the biological causes, the author throws a curveball:
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