Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be...– Bell Hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via creatingaquietmind)
I am seriously considering starting a blog to document my Comedic Adventures in Trying To Meet Dudes Online. Today’s winner was a real gem. His message began with: I am not a feminist, but I do ride a rad bike. BROTHER PLEASE.You probably just know not what you say, but disclaiming feminism to me in A MESSAGE SENT TO WOO ME dries up my vagina faster than the Sahara in June. Oh dear....
Men have called me a man-hater, a feminazi, frigid, a bitch… but in my mind it...– Heartless Bitches International (via warrioroftheleft)
The other day I played my flute for the first time in a while. My fingers started clumsy, and I, disheartened, remembered them dancing nimbly before a theatre full of people. I ran through a few scales, began with Vivaldi, and moved on to Bach for a long while. I ended with one movement each from Debussy and Bizet. When I competed provincially, almost ten years ago, a judge told me I had a gift...