Saturday, May 23, 2009

Long term lover

I have a boyfriend
His name is Xanax. We've been on and off for the past 3 years, but I've fallen for him. Truly, madly, deeply. 
We're getting married. Squeezing out babies.  

When we are together everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.

so it goes.


Thursday, April 16, 2009

Monday, March 30, 2009

The modern eye is then fooled by its own assumptions

2006.

The spring awakens a desire for romance within- a primal calling
A hunger that is great and real.
Tangled limbs, a bearded face buried in oat colored hair,
the smell of Bradford pears and hot breath that leaves droplets of vapor in the neck.
Sticky,
     sweet,
 savoring body salt. 
Taught skin over protrusive hipbones.
My sternum will not be quiet.
Beaded scallops lie 
limply off my
little breasts.

Expensive lace panties cannot flatter what they 
do not fit. 
And I will never understand why, 
at a time when the morning sun tasted like a citrus rind,
waking up next to you with greasy hair and
unexplained bruises made me feel, for once,
Beautiful.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Dear Want Him to Know

So, I stumbled along this advice letter on Salon.com today and have had a pit in my stomach ever since:

March 26, 2009 | Dear Cary,

Recently while I was on Facebook, the man who date-raped me in college showed up as "people you might know." Apparently a mutual friend has him as a Friend, at least virtually. I never filed charges, never told people for years afterward, and didn't even think of it as rape until five years ago. But now that I think about it, it infuriates me that he was able to victimize me without consequences. I don't want to bring legal action, or shame him publicly, but I do want him to understand what he did was wrong. I'd like an apology. I think I could easily forgive him if an apology was offered. We were both young. Mistakes are made. That doesn't make it OK.

Should I attempt to contact him, or just let bygones be bygones? Honestly, I could take it or leave it. My only worry is that he will think date rape is OK. (I was extremely drunk, and threw up for hours, and went in and out of consciousness while he had sex with me. He watched me throw up, and then still tried to have sex with me.) I've had a long path recovering from this incident and prior childhood abuse, and I'd hate to think he was still doing the same thing to other women.

All I want to know is that he knows what he did was wrong, and is sorry for it. But is it worth contacting him, if the answer may be "no" or "I don't know what you're talking about"? I worry the attempt of getting a response will be more trouble, emotionally speaking, than the satisfaction of closure from the right answer.

-Want Him to Know



This has become the tragedy of the internet. On some level, I think most victims want their rapists to have lived an unhappy life. You don't want him to have gotten up from that moment and walked away without consequence or thought or fear. You don't want his life not to have changed in that moment because in some way — or in many ways — yours did. And yet, Facebook can tell you it doesn't work that way. A close friend found her rapist there one drunken night, all smiling and normal looking, proudly proclaiming his good job and relationship status.

I wonder if the scars will ever really heal, or there are just armies of women, wandering the streets as little ghosts hiding their faces from men of their pasts.

It's a goddamn capstone

The first piece we have read thus far with the word "cunt" in it in my women's studies class. I love it.



Hypocrite Women

BY DENISE LEVERTOV

Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak
of our own doubts, while dubiously
we mother man in his doubt!

And if at Mill Valley perched in the trees
the sweet rain drifting through western air
a white sweating bull of a poet told us

our cunts are ugly—why didn't we
admit we have thought so too? (And
what shame? They are not for the eye!)

No, they are dark and wrinkled and hairy,
caves of the Moon ...          And when a
dark humming fills us, a

coldness towards life,
we are too much women to
own to such unwomanliness.

Whorishly with the psychopomp
we play and plead—and say
nothing of this later.          And our dreams,

with what frivolity we have pared them
like toenails, clipped them like ends of
split hair.




Things to get excited about

NEKO CASE- MIDDLE CYCLONE

BLACK LIPS- 200 MILLION THOUSAND

BONNIE 'PRINCE' BILLY- BEWARE

HANDSOME FURS- FACE CONTROL

IDA MARIA- FORTRESS AROUND MY HEART

METRIC- FANTASIES

FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE (4 SONG EP)

Oh, and this bit of lovely