1. Morning Sun (1952)
2. Interior (Woman Reading) (1925)
3. Automat (1927)
4. Intermission (1963)
5. City Sunlight (1954)
in light of me, and numerous other coworkers having dealt with sexual harassment which was/has been completely ignored by corporate, a good friend having the university dismiss her reports of harassment from a coach, and the now i suppose serial assaulter near me who has attacked several women recently, i’ve become really afraid.
afraid because the sexualization of a woman’s body is something that is rampant and often accepted - especially within the workplace, especially with low-income workers. afraid because women are dissuaded from sports or other activities because of men who take advantage of them verbally or physically. afraid because going to the library at night or biking home from work now involves me taking a different route.
but it mostly makes me really sad because no one, female or male, should experience degradation and hopelessness in this way.
i very frequently find myself wondering if my actions are done more for the feminist statement or out of laziness.
i guess the best part is that in deciding to stop shaving for months on end, cutting all my hair off, etc., it also makes my life so much easier and im hella down with that.
you know, internet activism and awareness and whatnot involving the slew of fuckery going on right now (see: israel/palestine, ferguson, etc.) is not a bad thing and cool in its own way in terms of disseminating (hopefully) accurate facts about a given situation which mass media is misrepresenting. BUT, if you’re not willing to actually get the fuck off the internet and DO something about it - something that may land you overnight in jail, in harms way, out of public favor, etc., - and not just a “loss of followers” then please, shut the fuck up and calm down on that “reblog”.
living out of a car and from my pack while never really knowing where we would sleep or end up for the night even for just two months has made returning to florida really weird and pretty unsatisfying. there’s so much more to explore..
we’d probably die tonight if we didn’t have to fuckin’ survive
fuck these hippies
i want a goddamn beer and debauchery