I just bought a ticket to an event where they’re going to show some “Best of Gob” Arrested Development episodes, and then we get to watch a real magician. The event is called “Illusions, Michael”, and if I can’t find a friend at an AD event then I don’t deserve friends at all.
So this happened yesterday.
Had an amazing time at the show last night with lots of feelings that I’m sure everyone else there had too. Despite the massive impact that they’ve had on my life, I’ve only seen them live twice before this. Forever in love with this band.
The 2013 Riot Fest lineup has been confirmed for the weekend from September 13th through September 15th, and the lineup is great, plus PropertyOfZack and AbsoluteVoices are sponsoring it! Buy tickets here and check out the lineup below!
See you in September, Chicago.
Daughter — Youth
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting pictures from the flood
Racism is not in your intent. Your intent is immaterial in how racist your actions are. This isn’t about you BEING a racist. It’s about you DOING A THING that is racist. Your intent doesn’t change it. Your ignorance of its meaning doesn’t change it. It’s got nothing to do with you as a person and everything to do with the meaning of your action in the context of sociocultural history.
The sex drive of men is something we are all comfortable with in this country. It’s funny and hormonal and slapstick (American Pie), it’s potentially uncontrollable, maniacal/homicidal (American Psycho), it is adulterous and is insatiable (American Beauty), it is fun and social (American Graffiti) and it is entrepreneurial (American Gigolo). But women? No. NC-17. XXXX. Stop it with the moaning.
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.