“Adolescence was a ‘crisis’ for girls, because whilst for boys it represented ‘an ascension to some version…of social power’, for girls it was a ‘lesson in restraint, punishment, and repression.”—Sheila Jeffreys, Unpacking Queer Politics, pg. 140
n. the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat, whose tenuous muscular throbbing feels less like a metronome than a nervous ditty your heart is tapping to itself, the way people hum to themselves while walking in complete darkness, as if to casually remind the outside world, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
A rose garden after a thunderstorm. Not a manicured, orderly rose garden, but one that has become unruly, with brambles and a quilt of petals upon the ground. An almost forgotten garden. A place that guards its secrets. You can smell the rich, wet earth and the lightning-swept air and an abundance of roses in various stages of bloom. You can sense the intrigue that clings like an unseen mist. An unforgettable marriage of rose and patchouli, with just a hint of plum. Regal, enigmatic and absolutely gorgeous.
BREAKING: September 9th will be officially an entire month since the murder of Ferguson African-American unarmed teenage Michael Brown, at the hands of racist Ferguson PD Officer Darren Wilson. In this entire month, Officer Darren Wilson hasn't been heard from, he has literally disappeared. He still has not been arrested, charged, or indicted in the murder of Michael Brown.