“Bees are the smallest of birds. They are born from the bodies of oxen, or from the decaying flesh of slaughtered calves; worms form in the flesh and then turn into bees. Bees live in community, choose the most noble among them as king, have wars, and make honey. Their laws are based on custom, but the king does not enforce the law; rather the lawbreakers punish themselves by stinging themselves to death. Bees are afraid of smoke and are excited by noise. Each has its own duty: guarding the food supply, watching for rain, collecting dew to make honey, and making wax from flowers.”
David Wojnarowicz wore this jacket in 1988, just 4 years before he’d ultimately die from AIDS. Sadly, just a few years ago some of his artistic work was censored at the Smithsonian. People in power are still content to try and erase his history and the continued struggles of people with AIDS
everyone everywhere please please please reblog this important artist.
I C O N I C
remember people literally did this, had ‘die ins’ cos the govt refused to take HIV seriously cos they believed it was a ‘homosexual disease’
Starting today, your face, name, and personal information could appear in Google ads.
I love that when I unclicked the box, it said ‘Your friends will be less likely to benefit from your recommendations’ as if NOT having my browsing and searching history show up everywhere they look is a negative thing…
I guess my face and name will lend real credibility to the middle aged chronically depressed grossly unhealthy marginal poverty market.
HEY GUYS, SUPER IMPORTANT, GO AND OPT OUT ASAP.
Especially since it’s unlikely that any of us got told about this and it’s just a thing that’s happening without us knowing about it.
Oh for the love of God that makes me uncomfortable.
All too often, when a service though a large corporation such as Google is free, you are not the customer. You are the product.
“The song is about being violently assaulted and it made me crazy for a few years. I got really paranoid walking around at night and started feeling really unsafe. The song is more about empowering myself physically amongst a masculine power, and the hate of feeling powerless, making light of masculine physical power, making it jovial and non-threatening. I took a typically violent cultural situation and made it pop and happy.”
"I lost my husband on a Monday afternoon of April 1994, killed by a group of people that were our neighbors. I started running with my two children towards the West of the country. At each checkpoint, I was raped by soldiers. Now, I live with HIV and must raise my kids alone.” — Martha
Image by Tomaso Clavarino. Rwanda, 2014.
Forthcoming Pulitzer Center-sponsored project “We Are the Past.”