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Katy. 20. London. Likes late nights, chocolate milk and Francoise Hardy. i draw stuff.
  • Danger – Portrait de William S. Burroughs devant le Théâtre de l’Odéon, Paris, 1959

    Danger – Portrait de William S. Burroughs devant le Théâtre de l’Odéon, Paris, 1959

  • I enjoy “going out.” I like dancing, I like music, I like drinking, I like spending time with friends. And I like meeting new people, chatting with them and making friends. I also understand that many people (men and women) go to bars and clubs in hopes of meeting a romantic/sexual partner, and of course, there is nothing wrong with this, in theory.

    That’s why, if someone attempts conversation with me, I try not to immediately write them off as a “creep.” I welcome conversation and believe that the more people in my life with whom I can converse, the better off I’ll be.

    However (as most women know) there sometimes comes a point in a conversation with a man where it becomes necessary to draw the line and indicate that you are in no way, by any means, at all interested in pursuing anything further. There are also times when it is clear that friendly conversation is not in the cards (i.e., those men who substitute grabbing your hips and attempting to “dance” with you for a polite introduction). This is about those times.

    If you do a Google search for “How to avoid being hit on at a bar,” you’ll get several articles with “helpful” tips on skirting conversation with men you are not interested in. The majority of these list pretending to have (or actually having) a boyfriend/fiance/husband as the number one method for avoiding creeps (second to “pretending to be a lesbian” or “pretending to be crazy,” a la Jenna Marbles).

    In response to my complaints about men creeping on me at dance clubs in college, an ex-boyfriend of mine used to get cranky that I refused to whip out this cure-all excuse (one of many reasons he is an ex).

    Yes, this may be the easiest and quickest way to get someone to leave you alone, but the problems associated with using this excuse far outweigh the benefits. There is a quotation that I’ve seen floating around Tumblr recently (reblogged by many of my amazing feminist Tumblr-friends) that goes as follows:

    Male privilege is “I have a boyfriend” being the only thing that can actually stop someone from hitting on you because they respect another male-bodied person more than they respect your rejection/lack of interest.

    This amazingly puts into one sentence what I have been attempting to explain to ex-boyfriends and friends (male and female) for years, mostly unsuccessfully. The idea that a woman should only be left alone if she is “taken” or “spoken for” (terms that make my brain twitch) completely removes the level of respect that should be expected toward that woman. It completely removes the agency of the woman, her ability to speak for herself and make her own decisions regarding when and where the conversation begins or ends. It is basically a real-life example of feminist theory at work–women (along with women’s choices, desires, etc.) being considered supplemental to or secondary to men, be it the man with whom she is interacting or the man to whom she “belongs” (see the theory of Simone de Beauvoir, the story of Adam and Eve, etc.).

    And the worst part of the whole situation is that we’re doing this to ourselves.

    by Alicia Lynn Eberhardt

    read full article here: http://www.eberhardtsmith.com/stop-saying-i-have-a-boyfriend


  • Put down the pen someone else gave you.
    No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

    Get to San Francisco.
    Get to San Francisco in defiance of your geography, your ancestry, and the lonely change rattling sad excuses in your pocket.

    Fuel up on pie and diner coffee and mystic visions and the freedom of not knowing what’s coming next except that you’re burning the road to outrun it.

    Get going.

    - Jack Kerouac



    BUT JACK I AM SO SCARED OF UNCERTAINTY!

    A friend said to me yesterday “fear is a pointless emotion”
    I agree, but how, how HOW to get past it?


  • ^ This is the cover and acknowledgements page of my recently submitted dissertation. My Dad gets a special mention mainly for suggesting that I title my project ‘Pass the Bong, Man: Jack Kerouac as Massive Pot-Head Loser’.How is he so funny?

    ^ This is the cover and acknowledgements page of my recently submitted dissertation. My Dad gets a special mention mainly for suggesting that I title my project ‘Pass the Bong, Man: Jack Kerouac as Massive Pot-Head Loser’.
    How is he so funny?

  • Neal Cassady being a dude, as usual. SO MUCH JOY!

    Neal Cassady being a dude, as usual. SO MUCH JOY!

  • The best couple. Gary Snyder and Joanne Kyger… They both go onto my list of people who I think could see the world in a clearer, somehow brighter and more inspiring way. These two, John Lennon, Lisa Bonet and Amanda Sage.

    The best couple. Gary Snyder and Joanne Kyger… They both go onto my list of people who I think could see the world in a clearer, somehow brighter and more inspiring way. These two, John Lennon, Lisa Bonet and Amanda Sage.

  • all you can know about animals as persons.

    the names of trees and flowers and weeds.
    the names of stars and the movements of planets
    and the moon.
    your own six senses, with a watchful elegant mind.
    at least one kind of traditional magic:
    divination, astrology, the book of changes, the tarot;

    dreams.
    the illusory demons and the illusory shining gods.
    kiss the ass of the devil and eat sh*t;
    fuck his horny barbed cock,
    fuck the hag,
    and all the celestial angels
    and maidens perfum’d and golden-

    & then love the human: wives husbands and friends
    children’s games, comic books, bubble-gum,
    the weirdness of television and advertising.

    work long, dry hours of dull work swallowed and accepted
    and lived with and finally lovd. exhaustion,
    hunger, rest.

    the wild freedom of the dance, extasy
    silent solitary illumination, entasy

    real danger. gambles and the edge of death.

     - Gary Snyder


  • Gary Snyder while visiting Lama Govinda with Peter Orlovsky, Joanne Kyger, & Allen Ginsberg near Kausani, India. The view is of Himalayan peaks Trisul, Nanda Devi and Panchchuli. Early Spring 1962. Caption and photo by Allen Ginsberg.

    Gary Snyder while visiting Lama Govinda with Peter Orlovsky, Joanne Kyger, & Allen Ginsberg near Kausani, India. The view is of Himalayan peaks Trisul, Nanda Devi and Panchchuli. Early Spring 1962. Caption and photo by Allen Ginsberg.

  • Jack Boyce & Joanne Kyger on the Bolinas mesa, 1969.I have a new obsession with Joanna Kyger, and I am pleased to report she is still going, at the grand old age of 79

    Jack Boyce & Joanne Kyger on the Bolinas mesa, 1969.
    I have a new obsession with Joanna Kyger, and I am pleased to report she is still going, at the grand old age of 79

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