The Columbia Musical Treasuries Orchestra And Chorus – Summer Wind (1967)

It's an honor killing if it happens in Asia, femicide if it happens in LaTam but it's a preventable tragedy if it happens in the USA

Michele Soavi - Cemetery Man (1994)

Clouds. Unkashū. v.2. 1903.

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Secretary, 2002

Old town of Tsumago, Japan in the rain.  Photography by Bernard Languillier on Flickr

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WHO GETS TO BE A WEIRD GIRL?

on ‘weird girl’ fiction, microgenre, and the unbearable whiteness of weirdness + a rec list

Throughout history and in our modern society, women are supposed to be: thin, silent, chipper, happy, pale, dressed modestly but not too modestly, sexy but not too sexy, young, reserved, sane, able-bodied, fertile, mothering, selfless, humble, restrained, and, above all, white. She has to be a She, she has to be cis, she has to wear makeup and dresses, skirts; she cannot under any circumstances be described as smelly, loud, brash, dark, or crude. She cannot wrinkle, she cannot stink, she cannot cause a scene. A woman is always religious, a woman is always married or seeking to be married, a mother or hoping to be a mother. To stray from this path is to become weird. While I personally do not believe that any act that subverts the status quo makes one queer, I do think it makes you weird. There’s an honor to that, to stepping outside of the very thin, very pale line set by mainstream culture. To exist as one’s truest, boldest self, to exist as a human being with warts and farts and smells, to be unusual and to react with the madness, the anger that this world we live in inspires is brave. It is weird to be brave, and it is brave to be weird.

Donyale Luna photographed by Luigi Cazzaniga, 1974.