dereojo

#ego

David Alan Harvey. Mexico. Lake Patzcuaro. Tarascan Indians fishing for daily living with gossamer nets.

at home with @excdus and @cyborgsex

omg

moms i miss u 

William Edmonds eskim o kiss

no one

Adriaen Coorte (Middelburg?,Netherlands 1660?-after 1707), Three Peaches an a Stone Ledge, with a Red Admiral Butterfly, Sotheby’s sale, December 2014

the effects of acid rain

The worst part of Pride each year is riding the subway late at night and seeing the gay guys, mostly the ones riding by themselves, slowly take off their rainbow stickers and beads and what-not in preparation for their walk alone in their neighborhood, doing their best to prevent the off-chance of being jumped. I saw one guy with a flag in his bag turn it upside down so it wouldn’t poke out.

So yeah, fuck that heterosexual pride day nonsense.

This is the saddest god damn thing I’ve read in awhile, mostly because I literally remember peeling my stickers off on my way home too for this reason 

Two years ago in Budapest the organizers didn’t let anyone leave the place until we dropped all the rainbow flags into the trash cans and popped out the balloons, because people were waiting outside the cordons to get and beat us. Sadly the situation was so bad that even without the flags, we couldn’t leave for a good two hours after the event anyway. There were hundreds of people just waiting to be able to get home safely, but we simply couldn’t walk out of the place because of those assholes. In the end, the police made us leave in smaller groups via subway. They closed down the stations closest to ours, so we could avoid running into the people waiting us outside. This was in Budapest, in Europe, 2014. I hate this world we live in.

And this is why #heterosexualpride makes me so angry.

I know this kid who was leaving Pride, trying so badly to rub off the rainbow paint on his cheek because his dad was abusive and didn’t know he was gay or at pride. I was on the bus with him and he was close to tears, he cheek red, and I had my make up bag and there was a packet of wet wipes, so I went up and sat next to him and helped him rub it off. We’ve been best friends ever since.

Heterosexual pride my ass

Koriko Town Rooftops - Kiki’s Delivery Service - Hayao Miyazaki (1989)

A beautiful day, by Eero Lampinen of Use New Art

I’ve recently started doing these ‘JiruJiru Diary’ inspired autobio comics because I love the format so much and I have a lot of feelings about Cat Soup AKA Chiyomi Hashiguchi, She’s been a pretty huge inspiration to me since before there were people who were translating her work on the web. There never have been works that I felt so closely connected to. And now that people like @enjoynekojiru and @translatingnekojiru exist I can only say its become even MORE true since I’ve been able to actually read some of those works! 

Martha Rosler. Housing is a Human Right, 1989