The heart is an organ of fire

Most men never think about patriarchy—what it means, how it is created and sustained. Many men in our nation would not be able to spell the word or pronounce it correctly. The word “patriarchy” just is not a part of their normal everyday thought or speech. Men who have heard and know the word usually associate it with women’s liberation, with feminism, and therefore dismiss it as irrelevant to their own experiences. I have been standing at podiums talking about patriarchy for more than thirty years. It is a word I use daily, and men who hear me use it often ask me what I mean by it.

Nothing discounts the old antifeminist projection of men as all-powerful more than their basic ignorance of a major facet of the political system that shapes and informs male identity and sense of self from birth until death.

bell hooks, “Understanding Patriachy”  (via youhauntyourbagofbones)
pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014

pesamientossuicidas:

Eclipse lunar 2014

portraitsofboston:

“It’s a cool blog, but we are not that interesting. We don’t have much of a story. I don’t think we are worthy of a picture.”“We are just happy. That’s it. That’s a good story, right?”“No, we are not good enough for your blog. But that happens. It was still nice meeting you.”“Maybe we could sit on that tree to make the picture more interesting.”“…No, this is not gonna work. I don’t have the upper body strength. We are failing at everything.”

portraitsofboston:

“It’s a cool blog, but we are not that interesting. We don’t have much of a story. I don’t think we are worthy of a picture.”
“We are just happy. That’s it. That’s a good story, right?”
“No, we are not good enough for your blog. But that happens. It was still nice meeting you.”
“Maybe we could sit on that tree to make the picture more interesting.”
“…No, this is not gonna work. I don’t have the upper body strength. We are failing at everything.”

For young women, I would say, don’t worry so much about your weight. Girls spend way too much time thinking about that, and there are better things. For young men, and women, too, what makes you different or weird, that’s your strength. Everyone tries to look a cookie-cutter kind of way, and actually the people who look different are the ones who get picked up. I used to hate my nose. Now, I don’t.
Meryl Streep [x] (via theashleyclements)
windwrinkle:

polka dot plants

windwrinkle:

polka dot plants

You can’t say “I don’t do politics”, because silence is a political statement.
Tariq Ramadan (via slightlybemused)
thehandbookauthority:

djferreira224: Gardens of Marqueyssac, France by emotivelandscapes

thehandbookauthority:

djferreira224: Gardens of Marqueyssac, France by emotivelandscapes

portraitsofboston:

“Life made me stronger, but it also made me look at people a bit differently. I don’t trust a lot of people because you never know who might stab you in the back.For example, I tried to reconnect with my father, but he rejected me. He told me I wasn’t a planned baby—I was an accident. Finding out the truth may sting a little bit, but I’m going to keep moving forward. That’s just life.I haven’t known him as a full-time father since I was six or seven. One stupid reason from his side of the family was that I wasn’t named after him. My mother gave him a second chance when I was 17, but by then I was busy working. He told me at that time that it was my choice if I didn’t want to see him. He started judging me, and the last thing he told me was if I ever went to jail not to call him. I’m 24, almost 25 now, and I’m still jail-free. I don’t do drugs and I don’t hang out with the wrong people. I still tried to put his words behind me and reconnect with him, but he shut me down and told me, ‘Fuck you! I should’ve had you aborted.’ So I thought, I’m not going to let him stop me. When I have kids, I’m going to right all the wrongs that have been done to me in my life.It’s been similar with many of the people I considered as friends who then took advantage of my trust, which only made me wiser. Now I realize that I was too open with other people. My circle of friends used to be this big; now, it’s this small. I’m comfortable with that. One person gave me the opportunity to be a godfather, and a couple of people consider me a part of their families—that’s all I need. I know that I can’t be friends with everybody.”

portraitsofboston:

“Life made me stronger, but it also made me look at people a bit differently. I don’t trust a lot of people because you never know who might stab you in the back.
For example, I tried to reconnect with my father, but he rejected me. He told me I wasn’t a planned baby—I was an accident. Finding out the truth may sting a little bit, but I’m going to keep moving forward. That’s just life.
I haven’t known him as a full-time father since I was six or seven. One stupid reason from his side of the family was that I wasn’t named after him. My mother gave him a second chance when I was 17, but by then I was busy working. He told me at that time that it was my choice if I didn’t want to see him. He started judging me, and the last thing he told me was if I ever went to jail not to call him. I’m 24, almost 25 now, and I’m still jail-free. I don’t do drugs and I don’t hang out with the wrong people. I still tried to put his words behind me and reconnect with him, but he shut me down and told me, ‘Fuck you! I should’ve had you aborted.’ So I thought, I’m not going to let him stop me. When I have kids, I’m going to right all the wrongs that have been done to me in my life.
It’s been similar with many of the people I considered as friends who then took advantage of my trust, which only made me wiser. Now I realize that I was too open with other people. My circle of friends used to be this big; now, it’s this small. I’m comfortable with that. One person gave me the opportunity to be a godfather, and a couple of people consider me a part of their families—that’s all I need. I know that I can’t be friends with everybody.”

marthajefferson:

The Golden Gauntlet, Henri III of France’s armour (details), c.1550

marthajefferson:

The Golden Gauntlet, Henri III of France’s armour (details), c.1550

youknowyourebritishwhen:

The Definitive Stereotype Map Of Britain And Ireland