double trouble

from my marbled mind

FKA Twigs is one haunting badass Egyptian video game queen.

Loving my new Aquarian Tarot deck designed by David Palladini in 1970; just need someone to teach me how to read cards now. His illustrations combine an Art Deco / Nouveau sensibility with an ethereal 60s wild-child vibe that’s both soothing and spooky.

 Now I want his double zodiac poster realllllllll bad.

Whoa, this 1979 Cher track is KLASSIK!

Haydiroket’s GIFs are the perfect homage to our recent internet past, a lo-fi, nostalgic beauty found in the first wave of web design.

(Much like the poignant video for Petula Clark’s song Cut Copy Me.)

I’m a bit late to the Hozier fan club, but this song (and the video) make me weak in the knees. So dark, so lovely.

'We were born sick,' you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes

She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’

The only heaven I’ll be sent to

Is when I’m alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it…

This collection of photographs featuring folks in the 1960s-era Kansas City drag scene is incredible, not only because it documents a herstory too often hidden from us, but also because the slides were found by different people in two separate trash piles. If silence = death, then color slides must = happiness.


* those grey Nikes that Chris liked

* several umbrellas

* three bicycle lights

* my Buffalo gift card

* so many gloves

* my only pair of Ray Bans

* the black arrow bag that Jess made

* a few good friends

I heard this song play three times in three different places last week. What does it mean?

Works by the talented Mr. Finch, who uses mostly recycled vintage textiles to create larger than life sculptures of wild flora and fauna. From fungi to butterflies, Finch’s works exude an organic, decaying quality not unlike real taxidermy. Dark and lovely.

The Terms of Your Surrender

Dear Ross,

I’m sure you received an overwhelming amount of commentary following your recent post on the inevitable shift of the American public towards support for gay marriage. I usually have no interest in counterarguments for conservative musings on gay life (married or unmarried), but yours seemed so close to compassion that I ultimately felt repulsed in reading it. While you pretend to have the best interests of all in mind, your writing reveals the very bigotry you cleverly distance yourself from.
I’ve read your defenses of heterosexual marriage in the past, and they all imply a certain “natural” value of straight coupling over homosexual coupling, based on the teachings of your religion and your socialization in 20th century America. Regardless of this circular logic, I have no interest in debating the comparative value of gay vs. straight relationships. However, I do take offense to your presumption that discrimination isn’t really a big deal, and that the sincerely religious individuals who are worried about their own freedoms outweigh the bigoted violence of others.
Arguing for Arizona’s recently proposed discriminatory law by suggesting that such discrimination is already legal, and isn’t a problem (as you wrote, “mass discrimination isn’t exactly breaking out”) suggests you aren’t aware of what it feels like to be discriminated against. As a straight, white, American male, I’m fairly certain you have little experience of the pain of institutional discrimination, the kind you cannot even speak against it is so pervasive. 
This is the kind of discrimination that LGBTQ people in rural Arizona (or rural California for that matter) feel every day. It’s the kind of discrimination you don’t see on T.V. or read about in national papers, because it doesn’t make headlines. It is the kind that gets people quietly fired from jobs, shunned by their families, or killed, at the hand of an angry bigot or by their own suicidal method.  
If death is the only symptom of discrimination or “persecution” that you recognize, let me reiterate: This symptom of discrimination is very much alive, and gay people are killed for it daily both in the U.S. and abroad. Whether these murders come in the form of bullying-induced drug overdoses or mob beatings, they are hateful deaths at the hands of the very people you believe are being marginalized, those that want to steel themselves against government-enforced equality by claiming religious liberty.
To quote yourself: “You bigots don’t get to negotiate anymore.”
I hope you think harder about the implications of your writing in the future, for regardless of your intent, you are encouraging people to hurt others.