#female writer
Hey, at least I’m not playing games with your heart
It’s always “this or that”, always been like that from the start
I’ve told you that we could play together, but you always say no
Tell me to my face it’s fine, then you shoot these low blows
Funny, seems like you like playing games too.
But we can’t play my games, no, it’s all about you
“This or that?” Fuck that!
Demanding all my attention makes you a spoiled little brat!
Mean or broken, really it’s the same thing
Intention don’t matter, in the end, you still hurt me
Not absolved from your actions just ‘cause you want the consequences to go away
This is not Broadway
I will not bow for your performance
To you, keeping up this façade is of uttermost importance
But this isn’t even worth the price of a matinee
So I’ve gotta say bye to you, babe
I wish I could think of words to write.
But instead,
Pointless thoughts
Empty head
Nothing meaningful
Just anxiety.
I swear my attraction
Both romantic and sexual
Just loves to roll a dice
And whatever it lands on
Is what my main attraction is for the day!
Only becoming exclusive once feelings grow,
Leaving me wondering if
I have ever been attracted to different others before…
Was I just bored?
But then, those feelings subside
And I realize that I am not imagining things
Until, feelings grow once again
I exist as a confused, shaken bottle of frustration
Thought that the thoughts would stay at bay as we grew closer,
But, I guess that they never truly go away
So, what do I do now?
Accept that the thoughts will always be there?
Or just…push everyone
Away.
So then, I can at least be positive as to where they stand…
Why do I always like the ones that don’t like me back?
Maybe I’m just in love with the unattainability
So in love with a concept
I can’t let that be ruined by the real…
Scary!
It’s an inconvenience to prevent the spread of COVID
Concealing my face is like concealing myself from experiencing the world
Using hand sanitizer is like burning my hands off
Melting my flesh off
Can’t say no to a social event!
My life revolves around my social identity
More so than it revolves around being able to breathe out of my lungs!
‘The Graphic artist’, 1975, Tove Jansson’s portrait of her life partner, graphic artist Tuulikki Pietilä, who she based her androgynous character Too-Ticky on (right) ♀️️
Judy Chicago,The Dinner Party (detail),1979, place setting for Sappho ♀️️
’Pixie’Colman Smith was an illustrator, writer, occultist, traditional storyteller, magician and lesbian who designed the Rider-Waite tarot, 1st edition (1909) ♀️️
There are a few new books featuring the women of DC Comics and they are targeted at the youngest of readers.
In September Downtown Bookworks will publish, DC Comics: My First Book of Girl Power by Julie Merberg.
Here’s a few images:
Jose Luis Garcia Lopez artwork is preferable to some of the more modern takes on DC Women.
And that’s not all!