capturing schneider today
in all its dust and beauty
pre-demolition this summerBeautiful. (We still miss Schneider fries over here in the magazine office.)
Schneider is a beautiful space, and I, for one, will be sad to see it go.
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Rereading the series for senior week sounds like a great idea right?](http://24.media.tumblr.com/c6c71f92fc37b4330e832cca5e39de29/tumblr_mke6zkSXBY1r25rato1_500.png)
the seven bells of necromancy [x]
Rereading the series for senior week sounds like a great idea right?
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24 HOUR SHAKES! Tomorrow starting at noon!
A quest to read the complete works of Shakespeare in a one day period. That’s right—even Timon of Athens.
Be there or be a four-sided two-dimensional polygon.
Come for five minutes. Come for all 24 hours. Come have fun and read some Shakespeare in a mad dash to the finish!
Find out more on our Facebook page. Or follow our live tweeting of the event at @wellesleyshakes.
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I love Matilda so much
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Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Love, me, Arlo, and pie
[Alice’s Restaurant-Arlo Guthrie]
I am a gay woman of colour. I have studied Gender and Sexuality for four years, am getting my Masters in the same, have acted for many years in drag, and want to eventually write a book about Drag and Gendered Performance.
And here is what unnerves me a little about the androgyny on Tumblr. I feel alienated by it. For the simple reason that my body/mind/sexuality is left out. Androgyny is an aesthetic. But it is also gender performance, an intellectual perspective and a sexual identity. I am androgynous. Not by aesthetic always. My clothing may reflect it sometimes. I spend a lot of time in drag, and my gender identity encompasses every breast-bind, every change of shadow on my face. But it is not my only body. And I have many bodies, and many mental states, and many bedroom moves – and they are androgynous.
Don’t get me wrong. Aesthetically androgynous women are GORGEOUS. Aesthetic androgyny is GLORIOUS. I am uber attracted to androgynous ladies. Have dated quite a few. But it is not the only androgyny. And sometimes, I want people to remember me. To recognize that you don’t need to know me to consider the possibility of a particular identity. To remember that this identity lies in my stride, in my gender performance, in my mind. To know that I can bend my gender to match you, to contrast to yours, and to fit my will. And all of it is authentic, is genuine, is mine.
I use my makeup to gloss my mouth and shade my eyes sometimes, and to texture my facial hair and draw on a mustache sometimes. The same tools on the same body. The same mind in the same body. A combination of masculine and feminine in the same body.
See me. I can be anything from femme to super butch to quite a motherfucking sexy drag king. I’m not going to wax Foucauldian about gender identities, because I want to break it down to this – androgyny is more than its popular representation. It is something that is visceral, and I do not want it underrepresented. And I am nervous because I don’t want to encroach on the aesthetically androgynous groups, but I want to make myself heard. ANDROGYNY IS OF THE MIND. Beyond all else.
Sometimes it looks like me. Like this.
And me.
(Thank you for expressing this so well my friend. I miss you.)
"October 28. It is the incompleteness that is loved, when love is sterling and true. This is what differentiates the real one from the imaginary, the practicable from the impossible, the Love who returns the kiss from the Vision that melts away. A man sees the Diana or the Venus in his beloved, but what he loves is the difference."
— Thomas Hardy, 1891
