My friend Tyler is trying to lose weight and he asked my other friend Orlando to train him. Tyler was embarrassed to go to the gym though so Orlando is taking care of that by dressing up as characters when they go to the gym so that the focus isn’t on Tyler but on himself. So far Tyler has been trained by a Jedi and steampunk Batman. This is one of the nicest things I have ever seen done for someone else.
Orlando’s kindness blows me away.
For anyone that has gone to the gym as a larger man it can cause a lot of anxiety, speaking from experience. This is unbelievably sweet.
That is so fucking sweet.
…That’s friendship and love.
I will do this for anyone who would like me to. I am not very good at lifting weights, though.
As recently as 1991, police in a southern California community closed all rape reports made by prostitutes and addicts, placing them in a file stamped “NHI.” The letters stand for the words “No Human Involved.” (Linda Fairstein, Sexual Violence: Our War Against Rape, 1993, New York, William Morrow.)
Artist Name: Charlotte Taylor
didn’t need that typed up and ripped up and clenched in a cute little finger, and maybe Rumi didn’t even pen this but THAT”S OK
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.
KRIS KUKSI’S FANTASTIC REALISM
"I’m sorry, did a person do that?!
That was pretty much my dumbfounded reaction to seeing Kuksi’s work in-person for the 1st time. As I lay on the floor to shoot pics of the scenes going on underneath this sculpture the realization washes over me that trying to consume the sheer level of detail in these intricate mini mythological universes he creates in one viewing might cause tiny explosions in your brain.
Kuksi is an architect of worlds imagined, where these modern societies of plastic going on’s take on the turbulent fault of violence and the chaos of society at hand within its structure. And you can see them now at his current solo exhibit happening at the Joshua Liner Gallery /540 W. 28th Street/New York, NY
*Sculpture seen at Joshua Liner Gallery booth / Miami Project Art Fair 2013