Electrical pylon giant designs enhance already-ethereal Icelandic landscape. Reminds me of the still-influential Icelandic folklore of “hidden people,” as well as a particular Clive Barker story.
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I’ve been particularly into fashion that fiercely says, “I’m queer. Don’t fuck with me.” This has to be one of the best costumes for bashing back I’ve seen yet.
But I do know that we need to continue struggling and stumbling into a new masculinity, a radical masculinity, a masculinity that is not painful for those who wear it or those who fall in love with it or for those who interact with it. Radical masculinity does not hurt. Radical masculinity is strong enough to be vulnerable and receptive enough to put his foot down. Radical masculinity is trans men and fairy fags and butches who do girly drag. Radical masculinity is straight women with cropped hair and tool belts marrying men, not apologizing, refusing to take the lesbian jokes personally. Radical masculinity is a new form of fatherhood, of manhood, of adulthood, of humanhood. Radical masculinity is feminist men doing real work for equality and liberation for everyone. Radical masculinity is football games with your daughter’s ballet class and ice cream sundaes with your high school son’s best friends.
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sinclair sexsmith (via kelliott: don’t agree with mr. sexsmith all the time, but I thought this was pretty good.) (via xxboy) (via maskine) |
