JEG, Seoul, South Korea
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More than half the questions I am asked are about the politics of the way I look. What it feels like to be not skinny/dark-skinned/a minority/not conventionally pretty/female/etc. It’s not very interesting to me, but I know it’s interesting to people reading an interview. Sometimes I get jealous of white male showrunners when 90 percent of their questions are about characters, story structure, creative inspiration, or, hell, even the business of getting a show on the air. Because as a result the interview of me reads like I’m interested only in talking about my outward appearance and the politics of being a minority and how I fit into Hollywood, blah blah blah. I want to shout, “Those were the only questions they asked!?
wittgensteinsmister asked: how does it feel knowing that the internet is ruining our youth and technology has made it impossible to interact with each other?
hold on im trying to snapchat my junk #YOLO
On this week’s installment of “Joe Biden Parody or Actual Thing Joe Biden Did”
I love you, Biden.
HBO’s female viewers argue for a little more genital equality
In the story of the good Samaritan, Jesus not only teaches us to help people in need; more deeply, he teaches us that we cannot identify who “has it”, who is “in” with God, who is “blessed”, by looking at exteriors of any sort. That is a matter of the heart. There alone the kingdom of the heavens and human kingdoms great and small are knit together. Draw any cultural or social line you wish, and God will find his way beyond it.
It has always been the deepest of mysteries to me that my mother has an intimate knowledge of me as a baby and as a child that I myself can never have access to at all. It is as though a fundamental part of me has existence only in my mother’s memory, and when my mother dies this part of me will die, too. In the same way, God my mother holds the whole of me forever in God’s ever-present memory, and God will never die.
From our recent study on LGBT Americans.
Shame on us.
How I love you
You, my sun
I cannot find the words to tell you.
Only my longing
Can I lament to you
And my love
-Willem Mengelberg, a poem to accompany the fourth movement, Adagietto, of Gustav Mahler’s Symphony No. 5
(Translated from German)