|About Me||I'm awesome.|
|Check All That Apply|
|Looking For||Queer Friends in my Area, Queer Friends on the Internet|
|Relationship Status||In a Relationship|
|Are You Out To Your....||Member(s) of Immediate Family, Close Friends, All Friends, School/Work|
What I Like
|Favorite Queer Books|
|Favorite TV Shows|
Mainsteam Hip-hop music mostly, but also church music and Mariana's Trench
The Gobblit from Diesel Cafe in Davis Square
|Favorite Thing to Autostraddle|
All I know about music is that not many people ever really hear it. And even then, on the rare occasions when something opens within, and the music enters, what we mainly hear, or hear corroborated, are personal, private, vanishing evocations. But the man who creates the music is hearing something else, is dealing with the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it when it hits the air. What is evoked in him, therefore, is of another order, more terrible because it has no words, and triumphant too, for that same reason. And his triumph, when he triumphs, is ours.
If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be too cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
|Favorite Thing on Autostraddle.com||
Glee-caps and everything else Riese writes