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hound-of-foggy-notion:

Atlas Sound - Bite Marks


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kickerofelves:

Don’t Stop - Brazilian Girls


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skeletorgy:

You Can’t Break A Broken Heart - The 6ths


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totalslacker:

Ty Segall - “Fine”


(via totalslacker)

mudwerks:

Hank Williams | I’ll Never Get Out Of This World Alive


(via jpnoir)
teenagemysteries:

Yayoi Kusama, Butterfly, 1980

teenagemysteries:

Yayoi KusamaButterfly, 1980

(Source: likeafieldmouse)


(via peacock-prince)

oh my love, my darling.
i’ve hungered for your touch,
a long, lonely time.
and time goes by so slowly..
and time can do so much..
are you still mine?
i need your love.
god speed your love to me.

(Source: coffintrick)


(via cornharvest)

lacunamatata:

yes-butno:

HAM! CHEESE! mmmmmmmmMANGOES

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musicwavves:

Veronica Falls - Come On Over


(via redlobstercult2-thequickening)

travels-:

slowdive - crazy for you

(Source: katelouisepowell)


(via sugarspunsally)

Asked by Anonymous

pretty much just yogurt and leftover chinese food

Asked by Anonymous

not really, to the point where I’ve totally ignored red flags in the past. relationships are all about communication (I say drinking alone in my room) and as long as the nature of that relationship is made clear, it’s totally unfair to hold someone else accountable for something they didn’t agree to

melodyhansen:

Spring in Vancouver, 2014

hydeordie:

Left, John Cage, from Lecture on Nothing, 1959. Via. Read it in its entirety. Right, Lutz Bacher, from the series Sex with Strangers, 1986, 9 B&W photographs, framed, 72 x 40 inches each. From the exhibition at Galerie Bucholz, Köln, April 2014. Via.
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In Sterling Ruby’s 2009 video installation, “The Masturbators,” male porn stars jack off alone. Recently, while interviewing him for an unrelated magazine piece, I asked Ruby what it was like to work with the men. He told me that when the porn stars came in, they were mostly full of bluster, like—you want me to what? That’s it? Ruby nodded. Then watched as, one by one, the professionals couldn’t finish the job. Some of them broke down, almost crying. One screamed repeatedly to turn off the camera. Another got so upset he threatened to break down the door between him and the smaller man, the artist, and beat him up.
Ruby said a smart thing: that it was embarrassing to be a man, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He also said he thought the US porn industry, a phrase I can’t tell if he meant synecdochically, was cruel for telling men to come on command. I agreed, but I also thought the men broke down in their small white rooms, one at a time in front of one camera, because they’d never before had to be the lone objects of a gaze. And, lacking the feminized receptacle without which the dick can’t exist, they began to feel, for perhaps the first time in a while, the embarrassment of just being human.
Sarah Nicole Prickett, from The Ultimate Humiliation, for n+1, May 2014. Via.
See also, The Masturbators.
via fette
This reminds me of the lack of exploration into the idea/repurcussions of the female gaze and D’Angelo after his (in)famous video Untitled and the subsequent tour:
Worried that he didn’t look as cut as he did in the video, he’d delay shows to do stomach crunches. He’d often give in, peeling off his shirt, but he resented being reduced to that. Wasn’t he an artist? Couldn’t the audience hear the power of his music and value him for that? He would explode, Questlove recalls, and throw things. -Questlove

hydeordie:

Left, John Cage, from Lecture on Nothing, 1959. Via. Read it in its entirety. Right, Lutz Bacher, from the series Sex with Strangers, 1986, 9 B&W photographs, framed, 72 x 40 inches each. From the exhibition at Galerie Bucholz, Köln, April 2014. Via.

In Sterling Ruby’s 2009 video installation, “The Masturbators,” male porn stars jack off alone. Recently, while interviewing him for an unrelated magazine piece, I asked Ruby what it was like to work with the men. He told me that when the porn stars came in, they were mostly full of bluster, like—you want me to what? That’s it? Ruby nodded. Then watched as, one by one, the professionals couldn’t finish the job. Some of them broke down, almost crying. One screamed repeatedly to turn off the camera. Another got so upset he threatened to break down the door between him and the smaller man, the artist, and beat him up.

Ruby said a smart thing: that it was embarrassing to be a man, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He also said he thought the US porn industry, a phrase I can’t tell if he meant synecdochically, was cruel for telling men to come on command. I agreed, but I also thought the men broke down in their small white rooms, one at a time in front of one camera, because they’d never before had to be the lone objects of a gaze. And, lacking the feminized receptacle without which the dick can’t exist, they began to feel, for perhaps the first time in a while, the embarrassment of just being human.

Sarah Nicole Prickett, from The Ultimate Humiliation, for n+1, May 2014. Via.

See also, The Masturbators.

via fette

This reminds me of the lack of exploration into the idea/repurcussions of the female gaze and D’Angelo after his (in)famous video Untitled and the subsequent tour:

Worried that he didn’t look as cut as he did in the video, he’d delay shows to do stomach crunches. He’d often give in, peeling off his shirt, but he resented being reduced to that. Wasn’t he an artist? Couldn’t the audience hear the power of his music and value him for that? He would explode, Questlove recalls, and throw things. -Questlove


(via sexartandpolitics)