Evelyn Waugh wouldn’t be caught dead at your dinner party.
Waugh, one of my favorite misanthropic bastards in literary history, put a lot of effort into putting as much distance between himself & the rest of humanity as possible. To that end, he went to the trouble of printing up these all-purpose “Mr. Evelyn Waugh is not interested in your petty invitations and cordially invites you to fuck off” cards, which he would hand out to people who made demands on him (e.g. aspiring writers seeking critiques of their manuscripts, friends requesting his presence at dinner parties, his children asking him to stop publicly referring to them as “physically inept, monotonous, defective adults who fill me with depression”)
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awesome.
Western High Football, c. 1905 (via Shorpy Historical Photo Archive)
Transphobia, islamophobia and racism at its worst.
Rest in power.
“ ”I mean, it was only two weeks ago when almost every white person I knew was tweeting about stopping a brutal African warlord from killing more innocent children. And they even took thirty minutes out of their busy schedules to watch a movie about dude. They bought t-shirts. Some bracelets. Even tweeted at Rihanna to take a stance. But, a 17 year old American kid is followed and then ultimately killed by a neighborhood vigilante who happens to be carrying a semi-automatic weapon and my white friends are quiet. Eerily quiet. Not even a trending topic for the young man.
- Michael Skolnik. (via surruhmac)
Teenage Black americans don’t make good postcards / it was never about justice
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“ You have had many sadnesses, large ones, which passed. And you say that even this passing was difficult and upsetting for you. But please, ask yourself whether these large sadnesses haven’t rather gone right through you. Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.
Rainer Maria Rilke (via mirroir)
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“ Because I spend so much time now in a very professional, gender normative work environment, I have to remind myself that I love weird people, I am weird, I want to be weird, and being normal is truly horrifying. I’m thinking of that experience of seeing someone on the street or on the bus who is working some kind of weird, non-normative look and feeling some delight and relief, like the person’s existence is making space for you. I have often felt that way when I see other visibly queer or visibly trans people, or other kinds of rule-breakers. It’s beautiful to see people taking those risks and its wonderful to have those moments of mutual recognition with a stranger in the midst of a hostile world.
Dean Spade (Queerture: Q & A With Dean Spade)
Chicken Slacks is a queer, soul dance party inspired by Hard French and our love of Otis Redding, Sam Cooke, Ray Charles, Aretha Franklin, Carla Thomas, and all the music that makes us get up offa our thangs and dance! The event will be DJ’d by DJ Rugburn and special guests. Wear your Sunday Best and we’ll supply the rest.
The party is free and open to the public.
We’ll be shakin’ it from 2-7pm on Sunday, March 4, so get yourself some brunch and come on over. A sure cure for Sunday-itis, your desire for a new scene, and anything else that’s got your knickers in a twist.
CULTUREfix, 9 Clinton St, NYC
https://www.facebook.com/events/285846708150340/
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