Homosexual fashions and why they are the way they are.

Walker Evans Archive, 1994

“Subway Passengers, New York City: Two Women” — Walker Evans Archive, 1994

So, I’m curious, when I Google “Lesbian Fashion”, why is it I get a bazillion results of girls with cropped hair and ties? I mean, try it. Why aren’t there more “girly” lesbians?

And when I Google “Gay Fashion”, why do I get a bunch of colors and patterns and speedos? I will say, gay fashion seems much more diverse than lesbian. Much more erotic too… why is that?

Actually, why do either of those idea exist? Isn’t fashion fashion? The idea of women vs men’s fashion make more sense simply because women’s bodies are different than men’s bodies. But a fashion based on sexuality? I dunno, it seems… redundant. I mean, think of “heterosexual fashion”… what would that be? A t-shirt with vanilla ice cream cones on it?

Anyways, I don’t get it. Maybe Google isn’t the best source for this analysis, but I dunno…. Google kind of rules the internet, and the internet kind of rules the world, right? What’s going on? Ice cream? Hot Fudge? Pecans? Laundry? Oh yeah, laundry… I need to go do laundry.

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To be a child.

There’s a picking bird underneath my brain, pick pick picking.  Between the conjunction of spine and tissue, in a dark little place. A dead little bird.

There are many who boast of their love of truth, who, in truth, are only interested in what they see to be “new” and are quick to make their nobility known. Does one consumed by noble desire have time to complain against lies?

There are also many who believe in “common sense” as a virtue – as the only of the every – and that deviation from this common carries folly. Have current convictions been immune to the spiral of history?

The tragedy, is that the young are getting younger, and the old are getting foolish. Innocence broke a long time ago, and though the larger shards have been gathered, there are still so many grains and slivers without meaning. What are children now but ignorant screams hushed by ignorant ears?

Now, little bird, listen.

I cannot stop you, you have been given authority. I cannot kill you, you are already dead. I cannot silence you, you are too quick for me. What I can do, is give you the attention you never asked for, and ask,

“Who are you?”

EDIT: [9/11/14 12:46 – Something just clunked into the window next to me. I’m not certain, but I think it was a bird!]

God is a tree hugger. Ermwell… kinda.

19 “When you besiege a city for a long time, making war against it in order to take it, you shall not destroy its trees by wielding an axe against them. You may eat from them, but you shall not cut them down. Are the trees in the field human, that they should be besieged by you?
20 Only the trees that you know are not trees for food you may destroy and cut down, that you may build siegeworks against the city that makes war with you, until it falls.

– Deuteronomy 20:19-20

The People, The People.

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Hollywood has a black heart of strings and mud – no sane person would deny this. But the people of that place are a sharp and passionate people. They have great masses of wisdom that have been stomped upon and discarded. It is true that often the wise fail to appropriate their wisdom to the proper use, but you cannot deny the fact that they do indeed know some measure of Truth.

They know it so well that they sell themselves to it. Their fragment is their spear into the yonder. The long nights of quiet focus. The shuffle from one inspiration to the next. The magic of fast food. The rare love. The echoes from starlit nights past.

But now we have it, a regurgitating of all the deceitful years. The filth is everywhere, the corruption is everywhere. The lost dreams are piled high, in a maze of prosperity.

And prosperity is their one claim to the goodness of the earth. They understand it in a tragic sort of way, to the point of forgetting it’s name.

There are fights to be fought there. It is a dark, dark place. I have been there once and despised that endless sun. But am I bitter because I haven’t joined the fray? No, I am so deeply moved by the countless interviews of its veterans I have seen. They are so brave, but so wrong. They hold so much tender truth in their hands, but they don’t understand. So much truth, so little light.