Thank You Kind Soldier For Educating Me

"Clark writes that Fight Club 'suggests homosexual themes and relationships even though the narrative does not openly admit them' (417). Clark's assessment is a strong beginning to the recognition of the homoeroticism of Fight Club.

The film's queer element- and the queerness of other artifacts of popular culture- however, remains to be explored. Much is to be gained from analyses of popular culture that emphasize queer elements. A queer analysis can help deconstruct, however temporarily, traditional gender constructs and over time alter what it means to say that you are a man or to say that you are a woman.

Queer lives and queer studies have much to offer the mainstream, heterosexual majority when it comes to challenging predetermined gender identities."

"Fight Club's Queer Representations" by Thomas Peele

JAC, Fall 2001, Vol. 21, No. 4 (Fall 2001), pp. 862-869

(Film Analysis Hours)

february confession

sin: lust once lost its luster, but I'm folding fingers down to you

maybe may will save you, and maybe it did

A little something I wrote today!

Seeing the flecks of light scattered across the sky fills me with both amazement and frustration.

Imagining what those little flecks hold excites me, but I then remember I could never see everything they are.

It feels like I’ve been cheated. I wish I could live every life and experience everything, but it’s just not possible. I hope when I die, I’ll become God. I hope that everyone will. And for an eternity I could really live. I could see everything there is to see. I hope I could go back to the beginning, way before it, and see time as if it were individual frames of a motion picture.

Each second, less than a second, the smallest most meaningless unit of time, could last forever. I could see everything and feel it and love it and hate it and laugh and cry and scream. And when it somehow ends, I’d do it over.

I want to love everyone and hate everyone. I want to kill and give life. I want to ruin and better. I want to breathe and I want to suffocate and swim and burn. I want to see how ugly and beautiful it all is. I want to see things I could’ve never imagined.

I want to know everything better than I currently know myself. I want to find myself and everyone in all of it.

OBIT [My mother’s teeth] by Victoria Chang

More writing!

If Jesus Christ saw the state of the world right now, he’d puke his guts out. I keep hearing people talk about the second coming as if we haven’t had so many messiahs already. Our messiahs are our activists and leaders of movements. Anyone willing to help people and sacrifice so much. Honestly, I wish I could die and magically fix everything. I’d vaporize and become the clouds. I’d pour over the dried blood and salty tears that stains everything, like a mother introducing water to a babies face. I wish I could have everyone retrace their steps, babies be unborn, suns unset, and fix whatever snowballed into everything. I wish I could give new life. I wish I could be the bullet that misses by a hair. I wish I could be the reckless driver that sets off the airbag.

You’re warm in my hands

Flickering blithe laughs

Fills my lungs

I am full

For a second I breathe in that warmth

I am whole

I hold you in the rain

Feel how you combat the cold

The loneliness

The emptiness that hollows into my chest

When life is pulled away from me

The moment you leave my lips

I breathe you in like you’re air

Something I’d desperately suck up

Suffocate in

this shit's easy

Anytime i see a bunch of pride flags i have to restrain myself from saying "where mexico" bc i doubt anyone will know I'm referencing this

issue #3 of Hellblazer (1988) is fucking amazing

IT LITERALLY STARTS OFF WITH JOHN RANTING ABOUT HOW FUCKED UP THE POLICIES ARE AND THEN GOING “anyway I’m here to be badass and fight bad guys not make political commentaries 🙄” AND THE WHOLE ISSUE IS JUST POLITICS