"a million miles away from home, fifteen from a payphone."
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"You can never predict what will happen when the body moves from dimension to dimension--sometimes it merges sometimes it shatters sometimes it dons overdetermined eye make-up and mimics Liza Minnelli." Dodie Bellamy, _The Letters of Mina Harker_, 139
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About Me
- commodifiedqueer
- i am a professor, i teach rhetoric and writing, exploring queer spaces, cultural studies, feminism, race, ethnicity, animal rights, afro cuban art, diasopora, african amercian women writers, middle passage, slave narrative but to be quite honest i am always in a constant space of grief, oh and i should be trying to publish something, whatevs
1 comment:
OMG! You are like the 3rd person in the western hemispere who knows about Red House Painters!?
HUGE, HUGE Cocteau Twins, This Mortal Coil, Lush...ALL things 4AD fan here.
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