The paradox of tolerance is only a paradox if you think of tolerance as some sacred and unconditional moral duty. Some ultimate and absolute law with no exceptions, and if you ever slip into the sin of intolerance, you must repent yourself and beg for forgiveness. Yeah no fuck that. Tolerance is a social contract. You're in the game as an equal player for as long as you play by the same rules as everyone else, and if you don't, your ass is fucking out. You're not entitled to the same respect you won't give others.
"Oh so you all tolerate each other just because you tolerate each other, but if I want to destroy you, then all of a sudden you want to destroy me?" Literally yes. That's the gist of it. What's not clicking. This equation is so simple it barely counts as math.
“The world has no visible order, and I have only the order of my breathing. I let myself happen.”
— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
SPOILERS FOR FRANKENSTEIN!!!!!!
HE’S DEAD???? he was the 2th best character wtf
this shit's easy
"Clark writes that Fight Club 'suggests homosexual themes and relationships even though the narrative does not openly admit them' (417). Clark's assessment is a strong beginning to the recognition of the homoeroticism of Fight Club.
The film's queer element- and the queerness of other artifacts of popular culture- however, remains to be explored. Much is to be gained from analyses of popular culture that emphasize queer elements. A queer analysis can help deconstruct, however temporarily, traditional gender constructs and over time alter what it means to say that you are a man or to say that you are a woman.
Queer lives and queer studies have much to offer the mainstream, heterosexual majority when it comes to challenging predetermined gender identities."
"Fight Club's Queer Representations" by Thomas Peele
JAC, Fall 2001, Vol. 21, No. 4 (Fall 2001), pp. 862-869
(Film Analysis Hours)
Christa Wolf, from “Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays”
Florence and The Machine, from “Cassandra”
some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:
Point Defiance Steps
Mates
Rising Tides
Vashon Steps
You’re warm in my hands
Flickering blithe laughs
Fills my lungs
I am full
For a second I breathe in that warmth
I am whole
I hold you in the rain
Feel how you combat the cold
The loneliness
The emptiness that hollows into my chest
When life is pulled away from me
The moment you leave my lips
I breathe you in like you’re air
Something I’d desperately suck up
Suffocate in
sin: lust once lost its luster, but I'm folding fingers down to you
maybe may will save you, and maybe it did
a twitter thread that actually killed me