A fancy queer femme interested in pop culture past and present.
Ah, Love, you smell of petroleum
and overwork
with grease on your fingernails
paint in your hair
there is a pained look in your eye
from no appreciation
you speak to me of the lilacs
and appleblossoms we ought to have
the banquets we should be serving,
afterwards rubbing each other for hours
with tenderness and genuine
olive oil
someday. Meantime here is your cracked plate
with spaghetti. Wash your hands &
touch me, praise
my cooking. I shall praise your calluses,
we shall dance in the kitchen of our imagination.
Judy Grahn, “Ah, Love, you smell of petroleum”
(Source: words-in-lines)
You are what is female
You shall be called Eve.
And what is masculine shall be called God.
And from your name Eve we shall take the word Evil.
And from God’s, the word Good.
Now you understand patriarchal morality.
Judy Grahn
best.
I was sick of this meme until I saw this. Now it’s officially over because this one rules all else.
Riot Grrrl music, bands, and the scene made me who I am today. I will forever be greatful.
(Source: rahrahrebelgrrrl)









