dyke dastardly

John C Adams, Meteoric Shower as Seen off Cape Florida, 1891

Scanned by Bollops on Flickr

"Are they...you know?" [Makes a gesture that somehow perfectly conveys the idea of sneaking into a church parking lot so you can fuck the priests car.]

I wrote fuck the car because I meant fuck the car. I'm talking bodyparts in tailpipes. The gesture conveys this effortlessly, better than words can.

Dawoud Bey A Girl with a Knife Nosepin, Brooklyn, NY,1990

Unknown, Comets from the Augsburg Book of Miraculous Signs, 1552

Later published as The Book of Miracles

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that Brian Eno quote about how whatever you find most repulsive about a medium (film grain, record scratches/fuzz, CDs skipping) will be the first thing you try and emulate once that medium is obsolete because it’s “the sign of a moment too powerful for the medium assigned to contain it”…. man…….

“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.” -Brian Eno

The Beast Acheron; Simon Marmion, Flemish, active 1450 - 1489, Ghent, Belgium; 1475; Tempera colors, gold leaf, gold paint

boy.radio for giddy up cowboys

whatever I don’t even like your big slutty eyes and swagless aura

I lied, I want you so badly

Evening in the souq, Damascus, Syria,   Al-Hamidiyah Souq

photography by cityhopper2

the nipples poking through the shirt are part of the outfit. an accessory

🕸 • GHOST TRAIN • 🕸

i don't know what sex is i only use my big dumb cock to smash doors open

Divine photographed by Andy Warhol, 1978.

“We were stupefied that he died. I’ve never gotten over the shock of it. I’m still shocked he’s dead. I wake up sometimes and I’m amazed by that.” John Waters. 

A moment of silence for a hog princess, please! Baltimore’s finest export, the fabulous Divine (né Harris Glenn Milstead, 19 October 1945 – 7 March 1988) died on this day precisely 35 years ago. Cult cinema actor / actress, drag monster, raspy-voiced hi-NRG disco chanteuse, all-round freak diva extraordinaire and eternal role model for punks, queers and misfits everywhere - Divine is the mutha of us all! Do something extra filthy in his memory today! Pictured: Divine photographed by Andy Warhol, 1978.