omg so i am watching x files and i have to know which screenwriter is responsible for this: “as a general rule, scruffy minds don’t commit murder”
uttered just a few minutes after the following list: “data travelers, electro wizards, TECHNO ANARCHISTS”
i just wrote the goofiest poem in french about being abducted by an extra-terrestrial lesbian la bionda cover band.
(thanks andrew for the topical prompt!)
(if anyone else wants to give me prompts to write narrative poems about, i would be thrilled & appreciative)
My Sunday afternoon situation: Gwen lounging in a sunbeam after upending my roommate’s baby nasturtiums.
CHRISTINE SUN KIM is unlearning sound etiquette
With regards to my sister’s husband, a part of me feels resigned. Like, nothing I can say or do is going to make anyone listen to me or take what he did seriously. And I do love my sister very deeply and want her in my life but she just shuts down any time there is any conflict (especially around her husband). And my parents have pretty much tried to do the “let’s keep this civil for the sake of the family” thing, which the end result is “let’s pretend nothing happened.” The only person who has been relatively understanding is my little brother & even he can only do so much. So I feel resigned, really resigned. But then I think about the fact that my sister’s husband still does community theater and I know that he used to get creepily obsessed with the younger actresses and I seriously doubt that has changed. I feel sick I feel sick I feel sick.
My sister shared this article I posted on fbook about James Franco & rape culture and as soon as I saw that her husband had “liked” it, I felt this surge of something (chemical, maybe? i don’t know) all throughout my body. I feel nauseous. A part of me wants to start shit because it still sickens me that my family refuses to really look at his predatory behavior & it sickens me that he tries to pass himself off as some sort of feminist dude when here I am, 27 years old and still having flashbacks and nightmares about shit he said to me when I was 13-17.
in the ebb and flow of depression, right now i am squarely in that very bleak and nonchalant place of no motivation/no real desire to continue existing. haven’t been able to leave my apartment for 2 days kind of thing. so i am posting this picture of me and gwen because she has pretty much been at my side nearly 24/7, sitting on me and grooming my arm. i am convinced she is an angel.
I got a lot of new followers in the past few days (hi?) so i feel the need to say a few things:
in terms of my overall content:
-you will probably be disappointed if you followed me thinking this is a poetry blog. i do sometimes post things about poetry but mostly this is a depressed dyke blog. i’ve also been writing a lot about emotional abuse & sexual violence (i do use trigger warnings in my tags; let me know if you need something tagged).
ALSO (and this is huge):
unfollow me if you are a TERF. i will not entertain any transmisogynist bullshit.
I want to know what she said to the cockroaches. What do you say to a whole bucket full of cockroaches?
"It was about killer cockroaches or something and I was just like, NOPE."
-Andrew, on the X Files episode he skipped
Ok BUT this episode has the most important page on Wikipedia:
”The show’s animal trainer, Debbie Cove, used around three hundred cockroaches for this episode. Cove later noted that only one of the cockroaches died during the filming, due to old age. Director Kim Manners was very pleased with the way the cockroaches behaved, noting that “every shot I wanted to get, they got.” Cast and crew members later recalled that Manners began giving orders to the roaches. Cinematographer John Bartley explained, “when I saw Kim Manners talking to a bucket of cockroaches, that was a highlight for me.”“
I didn’t know how much I needed to read “Kim Manners talking to a bucket of cockroaches” until now.