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Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.
Let me tell you about longing.
Let me presume that I have something
new to say about it, that this room,
naked, its walls pining for clocks,
has something new to say
about absence. Somewhere
the crunch of an apple, fading
sunflowers on a quilt, a window
looking out to a landscape
with a single tree. And you
sitting under it. Let go,
said you to me in a dream,
but by the time the wind
carried your voice to me,
I was already walking through
the yawning door, towards
the small, necessary sadnesses
of waking. I wish
I could hold you now,
but that is a line that has
no place in a poem, like the swollen
sheen of the moon tonight,
or the word absence, or you,
or longing. Let me tell you about
longing. In a distant country
two lovers are on a bench, and pigeons,
unafraid, are perching beside them.
She places a hand on his knee
and says, say to me
the truest thing you can.
I am closing my eyes now.
You are far away.
"On the Necessity of Sadness," Mikael de Lara Co  (via commovente)
Teach me how to talk to you. WANT. Is my wanting you so bad, wanting your cock so bad, wanting the feel of your lips on my lips just me being selfish and egoistic? Teach me a new language.
Kathy Acker (via adult-mag)

Sex With Spinoza
Notes on genitals and generalizations. Notes on note cards. Stiff’s notes?

Sex With Spinoza

Notes on genitals and generalizations. 
Notes on note cards. 
Stiff’s notes?


I say this is a wild dream—but it is this dream I want to realize. Life and literature combined, love the dynamo, you with your chameleon’s soul giving me a thousand loves, being anchored always in no matter what storm, home wherever we are. In the mornings, continuing where we left off. Resurrection after resurrection. You asserting yourself, getting the rich varied life you desire; and the more you assert yourself the more you want me, need me. Your voice getting hoarser, deeper, your eyes blacker, your blood thicker, your body fuller. A voluptuous servility and tyrannical necessity. More cruel now than before—consciously, wilfully cruel. The insatiable delight of experience.
Henry Miller, in a letter to Anaïs Nin, August 1932 (via booksmatter)
Stoya advocates for “all words. ALL THE WORDS.” She believes we need specificity. “At the doctor,” she told me, “we should be able to distinguish between our vagina, the clit, inner and outer labia.” Copulating, we must communicate: talk to avoid trigger words; talk to inspire desire, to open up and explore. “I’ve even argued for the use of the word kitten,” she said. “Because if you are the kind of person that is going to say, ‘Yes, fuck my kitten,’ you should—it’s an indicator of what kind of sex the other person is in for.”

Context, Stoya stated, is paramount. She’s not going to run her dirty mouth at the grocery store like she will at work. And, if a familiar calls her a “whore” in a consensual sexual setting, that’s very different than an anonymous on the internet blasting the same.
For art to be ‘un-political’ means only to ally itself with the ruling group.
Bertolt Brecht - A Short Organum for the Theatre  (via adult-mag)
Pink Matter (feat. Andre 3000) by Frank Ocean from the album: channel ORANGE (Explicit Version)

Frank Ocean. Pink Matter. channel ORANGE.

The US economy currently produces roughly $200,000 for every family of four - even with high unemployment, even in stagnation. Viewed differently, this is the equivalent of roughly $100,000 for every family of four - and roughly a twenty hour work week. Technically speaking we have no economic problem; we have a political problem in managing the most powerful economy in the world. A restructured system could move rapidly toward a reduced work week, along with redistributive measures to alter the current radically unequal distributions of income and wealth. Alternatively, individuals might work longer hours, but take the equivalent amount of free time in several-month breaks, during which they could study, learn new skills, take up creative arts, or just vacation. These are not technical problems; they are political problems a serious next system could undertake to resolve if the structures of power that now block solutions were altered.
The silence is deafening. Congressional Republicans won’t increase the minimum wage; they oppose extending unemployment benefits to the millions still without jobs; refuse to repair our crumbling infrastructure (a move that would put tens of thousands to work); won’t invest more in childcare, which working families desperately need; and won’t raise taxes on the top 1 percent even though 95% of all economic gains since the recovery have gone to the top. State Republicans won’t extend Medicaid to the working class, even though the federal government will pay the whole tab for three years and 90 percent thereafter. Yet, despite all this, Democrats are in danger of losing the Senate in the midterm elections, and remaining a minority in the House. This is absurd. Labor Day must mark the start of an aggressive campaign by Democrats to show working Americans whose side they’re on, and whom the Republicans really represent. Otherwise, why have a Democratic party at all?
Yu Yu Hakusho.

Yu Yu Hakusho.