So yes, I'm left feeling a smidge closer to being an anarchist. What is that '-ist'? I'd share it with a Marxist. No 'or' or 'er' in sight. Something to do with Latin I think. Emperor over teacher. God versus Made. Lowercase.
But tits, they were once a source of fun, as the Maels' song says. Perhaps I think of that more in the sense of heartbreak. But what is heartbreak but a symptom of a non-local culture? Oh, wait, not quantum physics, I mean: neo-locailty.
Yes, drink some more. Till you can't see anymore. I saw with marriage, in a neo-local culture, we are forced, if part of said culture, contemporary America (re: USA), to ask of one human what we would have asked prior (or in a different set-up) of a hundred people. Sad, sad, sadly I'm very used to this. We all are. We being those reading this, surely (or should I say: Shirley? Shirley if you're my type, email!).
I know I'm obsessed with Japanese women. To a lesser extant: Chinese women. I've dated them! Depressingly that's the least of this. There's this whole temple of light where a book sits on a pulpit, you can read about how other people can become representations of your desires, needs, that whole hole...
Anyway, you see, I can be one to group humans under titles too! I know that race is a cultural construct, I've learned it the hard way over and over, Marxism confronts this where?, and what can I say besides, "Are you familiar with the construction of race, specifically that of being 'white', in the United States 20th century historical period?" To which they can't help but not answer, surely.
I would not have been white a hundred years ago, most currently white people would be in the same boat (to Ellis island or San Francisco?).
So back to tits,
No! That is NOT what I wanted. Perhaps that is why I selected a picture where she covers her chest with her arms, plaid, flannel, balancing a gremlin on her head. It's all gremlins over here. Here or her? I was thinking of this model I have a crush on, though she is far too athletic, so then I was think, Rinko Kikuchi in 'Babel' yes a Japanese girl going for suicide topless. Gosh, I'm so predictable, an (for lack of a better term, again...) American film of all things! (Why not grab something from my infinite JAV archive you ask? You may go unanswered). But this is from a German magazine, I'm thinking... So, Kai I'm looking at you. Because your girlfriend is gorgeous, and a genius, and you're a genius, at least (forgive me), so help a friend out (if we're still friends!).
At least that pic only cuts off the woman's legs. That's something cultural anthropology taught me (hello Beth) that pictures are to be interrogated. Of course I'd read that before, but that class showed me what it meant in a real way. So if I displayed 'tits' I'd be cutting a girl into sixths, at least. Not that I've never gazed at guro.
Oh, that's not what I wanted help with. And this isn't calypso.
I'm just heartbroke drunk with a vague awareness of what he was born and aged into.
I'm nowhere near that athletic, if you saw her stomach. The girl I wasn't sincere enough wasn't either. But, of course, that didn't matter! I only thought, hoped (?), my subtexts were understood by her. Just as hers were by me, or so I thought. My brain recapitulates it, if last night was any gauge.
Marxism, help me out dear readers.
p.s.: i wasn't thinking so much of a the above model i have a crush on, or even rinko, so much as past t.a.'s who i saw either fall in love or get their hearts' broken (or both) by other 'white' males. er, or even at worst some one i let go by while i was in proxy love. sigh. surely regret is heard simply by the publishing of a post.
