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I was forwarding these to a friend and figured it’d be worth sharing them all here too so enjoy some free books and essays and things in no particular order:
Jeanette Winterson - Art Objects
Does Your Daughter Know It’s Okay To Be Angry? - Soraya Chemaly
Braiding Sweetgrass - Robin Wall Kimmerer
Zami, Sister Outsider, Undersong - Audre Lorde
Garments Against Women - Anne Boyer
Laziness Does Not Exist - Devon Price
Learn Socialism Resources
Do Economists Actually Know What Wealth Is? - Nathan J. Robinson
Love Dialogue: CÉLINE SCIAMMA on Portrait of a Lady on Fire - Carlos Augilar
Teaching To Transgress - Bell Hooks
Sexing the Cherry - Jeanette Winterson
Sinister Wisdom Archives
Why Pop Culture Links Women and Killer Plants - Amandas Ong
How To Suppress Women’s Writing - Joanna Russ
Women’s Voices Now
The Life of Tove Jansson
Unbearable Weight; Feminism, Western Culture and the Body - Susan Bordo
‘A Simple Favour’ and That Whole Lesbian Psycho Thing - Ciara Wardlow
OUTWEEK Archives
AirPods Are a Tragedy - Caroline Haskins
Devotions - Mary Oliver
Go Tell It On The Mountain - James Baldwin
Nevertheless, She Feasted: Why Girls Get Hungry in Horror Movies - Francesca Fau
Written on the Body - Jeanette Winterson
Sula - Toni Morrison
Not Vanishing - Chrystos
The Fever - Wallace Shawn
Portrait of a Lady on Fire director Céline Sciamma: ‘Ninety per cent of what we look at is the male gaze’ - Alexandra Pollard
Minimalism Is Just Another Boring Product Wealthy People Can Buy - Chelsea Fagan
AIDS, Art and Activism: Remembering Gran Fury - John d’Addario
In the Day of the Postman - Rebecca Solnit
Blood and Guts in Highschool - Kathy Acker
Mark My Words: The Subversive History of Women Using Thread as Ink - Rosalind Jana
Exploring Frida Kahlo’s Relationship With Her Body - Rebecca Fulleylove
Ravens have paranoid, abstract thoughts about other minds - Emily Reynolds
The Lady in the Looking Glass - Virginia Woolf
Angela Carter talks beauties and beasts with Terry Jones
A Girl is a Half-Formed Thing - Eimear McBride
Why Female Cannibals Frighten and Fascinate - Kate Robertson
Lesbian Herstory Archives
Bartleby
Guggenheim Books
We Are Lisa Simpson: 30 Years with the Smartest and Saddest Kid in Grade Two - Sara David
On Beauty - Zadie Smith
Her Body and Other Parties - Carmen Maria Machado
How Millennials Became The Burnout Generation - Anne Helen Petersen
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Sentivo freddo. La musica aveva sempre deciso per me, strappandomi le azioni. Non sempre erano state azioni onorevoli o eleganti, erano semplicemente azioni decisive, spingevano avanti la mia vita, incanalandola con modesti aggiustamenti, rendendola via via aderente al mio destino. Nei periodi d'incertezza in me non c'era piú musica, nemmeno quella sorta di cantilena interiore che accompagna il passo, un'andatura, il ritmo del corpo. Allora mi mettevo a cercare e prima o poi trovavo. Anche stavolta avevo trovato la mia musica, o meglio lei aveva trovato me, e in me aveva scovato e portato alla coscienza qualcosa che non mi aspettavo, che nessuno mai si aspetterebbe, e che adesso avevo irrimediabilmente chiaro: il bisogno lucidissimo e insopprimibile di uccidere qualcuno.
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Members of a community, not elements of a collectivity, they were not moved by mass feeling; there were as many emotions there as there were people. And they did not expect commands to be arbitrary, so they had no practice in disobeying them.
The Dispossessed, Ursula K. Le Guin
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There was a wall. It did not look important. It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared; an adult could not look right over it, and even a child could climb it. Where it crossed the roadway, instead of having a gate it generated into mere geometry, a line, an idea of boundary. But the idea was real. It was important. For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall. Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.
The Dispossessed, Ursula K. Le Guin
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Mary Oliver
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Bestiary, by K Ming Chang
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from LITTLE DOG’S RHAPSODY IN THE NIGHT (PERCY THREE) by Mary Oliver
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Pregato Dio per quel desiderio che non tornerà mai più. Il desiderio di essere una grande scrittrice a tutti i costi. Non tornerà. Sono troppo vecchia e il prezzo è troppo alto. Non posso rinunciare a tutto il resto di me: al mio affollato me. A tutto l'indisciplinato, caotico branco di donne e bambine che vivono dentro di me. Viziate, presto stanche, a corto di attenzione; desiderose di pulire casa, guardare uccelli, leggere libri, fare dipinti, camminare nel campo, camminare nei campi, mangiare nei campi... morire nei campi. E alcune vogliono salvare il mondo, ripulire le città e i fiumi, fare a pezzi il Pentagono.
Josephine Johnson, L'Isola Dentro l'Isola
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