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lenapalmdeath · 2 months
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The bullet (La balle)
By Paul B. Preciado
"Homosexuality is a silent sniper who plants a bullet in children’s hearts in school playgrounds, he aims without caring if they’re the kids of yuppies, agnostics or diehard Catholics. Its hand doesn’t tremble, neither in the schools of the sixth arrondissement nor in working-class neighborhoods. It shoots with the same precision in the streets of Chicago, the villages of Italy, or the suburbs of Johannesburg. Homosexuality is a sniper blind as love, bursting forth like laughter, as gentle as a pet. And if it tires of using children as targets, it shoots a volley of stray bullets that will lodge themselves in the hearts of a farmer, a taxi driver, a rapper, a postwoman on her rounds… the last bullet reached an 80-year-old woman during her sleep.
Transsexuality is a silent sniper who plants a bullet in the chests of children standing in front of a mirror or counting their steps on their way to school. It doesn’t care if they were born from artificial insemination or Catholic coitus. It doesn’t ask itself if they come from single-parent families or if Dad wore blue and Mum dressed in pink. It trembles neither from the cold of Sochi nor from the heat of Cartagena. It opens fire on both Israel and Palestine alike. Transsexuality is a sniper blind as laughter, bursting forth like love, as gentle and tolerant as pets are. From time to time, it aims at a teacher in the provinces or at a family man, and then, boom.
For those who have the courage to look straight at the wound, the bullet becomes the key to a world they had seen nothing of before. The curtains part, the “matrix” breaks apart. But among those who carry the bullet in their chests, some decide to live as if they felt nothing.
Others compensate for the weight of the bullet by acting like Don Juan or like a princess. Doctors and the churches promise to extract the bullet. They say that in Ecuador, a new Evangelical clinic opens every day, to re-educate homosexuals and transsexuals. The lightning-strikes of faith become electric shocks. But no one has ever figured out how to get the bullet out. Neither Mormons nor Castrists. You can bury it more deeply in the chest, but you can never remove it. Your bullet is your guardian angel: it will always be by your side.
I was three years old when I felt the weight of the bullet for the first time. I knew I was carrying it when I heard my father call two foreign girls walking hand-in-hand in the street “disgusting, dirty dykes.” My chest started to burn. That night, without knowing why, I fantasized for the first time that I was escaping my city and that I was leaving for another country. The days that followed were days of fear, and shame.
It is not hard to imagine that among the adults who are taking part in the current angry demonstrations that some of them bear, embedded in their plexus, a red-hot bullet. By simple statistical deduction, and knowing the virtuosity of snipers, I know that some of the demonstrators’ children already carry the bullet in their heart. I don’t know how many they are, or how old they are, but I know that some of them have chests that burn.
They are carrying banners that have been placed in their hands, which say “Hands Off Our Stereotypes.” But they know that they’ll never be equal to these stereotypes. Their parents shout that LGBT groups should never venture into schools, but these children know that they’re the ones who bear the LGBT bullet. At night, as when I was a child, they go to bed with the shame of being the only ones to know that they are a disappointment to their parents, they go to sleep with the fear that their parents will abandon them if they find out, or would prefer it if they died. And perhaps they dream, as I did before them, that they are running away to a strange land, in which children who bear the bullet are welcome. And I want to say to these children: life is wonderful, we are waiting for you, there are many of us here, we have all been hit by the bullet, we are lovers with chests wide open. You are not alone."
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mxwhore · 3 months
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so right now a whole ass chunk of chile is burning down and it is really Fucking Bad. it hit and spreaded so fast im like. 90%!!!!! of the jardín botánico de viña del mar burned down in one night. four in ground workers died. i am absolutely heartbroken for them and the treasure in biodiversity gone. and thats just 4 out of +100? lives lost in this chaos, that is still ongoing.
because of this, i will be splitting my patreon income evenly between care for gaza and techo chile, for the foreseable future. donate if can you can! it would really make a difference
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nmfonsek-art · 2 months
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peace of mind.
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dieselocelot · 1 month
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the fact that mr house had to experience OCD in order to become the sole proprietor of the new vegas strip... i cant move
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cobbbvanth · 8 months
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hold on. are you telling me that nandor held off turning guillermo for 13 years because he knew guillermo wasn't cut out for vampirism. he knew being a vampire was guillermo's greatest dream and he didn't want him to be disappointed. he didn't want guillermo to lose his dream. I'm going to be sick
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diioonysus · 3 months
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hands in hands, hearts entwined
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psinesthesia · 1 year
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15 more swords! This time, they’re anime-themed. I tried to sprinkle in a good variety of genres, but I’d love to hear what you’d like to see added.
If you like what you see, feel free to check out my previous post featuring 15 video game swords \o/
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bastart13 · 2 years
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"You know I love you?" "I love you too."
I am obsessed with this relationship. It's opposites attract. It's unrequited requited love. It's clashing wants and needs. It's that slightly toxic dependency. It's a love that could have been different if only they'd never met him.
How dare Aabria and Oscar make me so invested in an owlbear and a satyr called Wuuvy
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blankcassette · 3 months
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dr-awkkward · 4 months
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apureniallsource · 5 months
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Niall reacting to a fan’s message for him at Jingle Ball LA Artist Session - 12/01
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voguefashion · 2 months
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Truman Capote's infamous Black and White Ball at New York’s Plaza Hotel on November 28th 1966. The masked ball which was labeled the "party of the century", was thrown in the honor of his dear friend Katharine Graham, whose husband died by suicide in 1961, leaving her to run the family media empire. The guest list contained 540 of his closest friends from affluent families, royalty, fashion designers, models, actors, writers, musicians and his famous "Swans".
Photos: 1. Capote with his favourite "swan" Lee Radziwill, 2. Interior designer Billy Baldwin (pictured on the right) with a fellow guest. 3. Princess Luciana Pignatelli, Peter Gimbel and Contessa Consuelo Crespi. 4. Capote chatting with guests. 5. Françoise de Langlade and Oscar de la Renta. 6. Guests dancing. 7. Frank Sinatra and Mia Farrow. 8. Capote dancing with "swan" Gloria Guinness. 9. Candice Bergen dancing with a guest. 10. Capote with guest-of-honor Katharine Graham. 11. Truman socializing with guests.
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Black Silk Ball Gown, 1900, French.
From La Religieuse.
Met Museum.
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stuffthatsrandomish · 6 months
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Etoiles playing Geogusswer during Teitch Rivals my fucking streamer never stops the grind
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365filmsbyauroranocte · 3 months
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La bête dans la jungle (Patric Chiha, 2023)
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rwac96 · 5 days
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The Uninvited (RWBY Crossover Shitpost)
(Loosely inspired by @brokentrafficknight's Pyrrha birthday posts)
Noel: "Weiss? Have you seen Jaune around--?"
*Noel Vermillion blinks, taking notice of Weiss being without her team...only accompanied by Neptune Vasilias*
Noel: *blinks* "Where's your team?"
Weiss: *irritated* "Apparently, they ditched me to head to Pyrrha's birthday party at SchneeWorld!"
Neptune: "Weiss, I'm sure it was a mix-up."
Weiss: "In reality: Yang, Blake, or Sun 'forgot' my invitation!"
Neptune: "Oh, c'mon! I'm sure neither of 'em would do that to ya."
Noel: *blinks, pondering* "Hold on...Makoto, Tsubaki, Tao, and even Ragna left for SchneeWorld..."
Weiss: *looks at Noel* "Wait, you don't mean--?!"
Shallot: *barging in* "WEISS! We have a problem! My teachers and their families got kidnapped!"
Tifa: *annoyed, walking in after him* "Uh, yeah...not that conclusion, 'genius'. I thought Shinra did the same thing when my friends weren't around...until I remembered what day it was."
Bleiss: *stomps in* "THAT CEREAL CUNT PURPOSEFULLY 'FORGOT' MY INVITE!"
Shallot: "Wait? Invite?" *thinks* "I DIDN'T GET AN INVITE TO SNOWLAND?!"
Weiss: "SchneeWorld, you dunce! And I highly doubt she would invite you or my trollop of a twin to her party!"
Bleiss: "Yet you're here with us, bitch."
Neptune: *looks around* "Wait...I didn't get an invite either!"
Tifa: *annoyed* "I'm sensing a pattern here."
????: "HELP!!"
*Shantae, in elephant form, comes crashing through the wall, shifting back to her humanoid form*
Shantae: *groaning* "Somebody please stop 'em...."
*Ryuko & Satsuki come barging through the fresh hole, fighting one another*
Ryuko: "WHERE'S MAKO?! WHAT DID YA DO WITH HER?!"
Satsuki: "I DIDN'T KIDNAP THAT IMBECILE!!"
Tifa: *grabbing both girls* "Ladies, ladies!" *bonks their heads together* "Enough!"
Ryuko: *rubs her head* "Ow! The fuck, Bar Boobs?!"
Satsuki: *rubs her temple* "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't disembowel you for that?!"
Shantae: *slowly getting up, deadpan* "....Mako went to Pyrrha's party and neither of you was invited."
Ryuko: "THE FUCK?! THAT BITCH!"
Satsuki: *scoffs, sheathing Bakuzan* "Which one? The imbecile or the spartan?"
Ryuko: "PYRRHA! Who do you think?!"
Neptune: "Okay...makes sense why you guys weren't invited...but why me?! I'm a handsome face that any babe would invite parties to. Why would a sexy gladiator lady not let me come?"
Weiss: *clears her throat* "AHEM!"
Neptune: "What?"
Bleiss: *shakes her head* "Such boyfriend material, Frost Tits."
Weiss: "Oh, be quiet!"
Jessica: *knocking on the window from outside* "Guys? Did we miss the party?"
Korra: *outside* "Don't tell me your invites got 'misplaced' too?"
Lucy: *outside* "Hold on...YOU MEAN WE GOT LEFT BEHIND ON PURPOSE?!" *wails*
Shallot: "So...this wasn't an accident?"
Bleiss: "NO SHIT, CAVE ALEIN!"
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