It’s a new day on the same planet that you fell asleep on last night and every night. Maybe your moods keep changing and revisiting themselves and soaring and crashing. That’s fine. Your goals stay the same, probably even become reinforced. You did not come here to play. Ok you came here to play a little but also you came here to get shit done. You’ve always been here to get shit done. I guess lucky for you and the rest of us, the urgency and specificity of that shit is now crystalline.
It’s good to have a mission.
Queer as in F*ck You
Welcome to the Hellmouth
+ Shattered. LISTEN. I have to stop myself from having a complete coherent thought about the fact that there was confetti resembling shards of glass that never had the chance to flutter down on top of people’s heads. I CANNOT AND SHANNOT.
+ Don’t stop crying yet: A Glass Ceiling and Shattered Dreams.
+ No President.
+ How Democrats Could Still Win One More Seat in the Senate. HERE’S A THING YOU CAN DO.
+ We Have to Create a Culture That Won’t Vote for Trump. MORE THINGS TO DO. DO THEM.
Think about all the songs and albums you love that were made by black and brown and queer artists, and how central the expression of their identity is in their music. Now think about those artists as people. If your favorite creators are made to feel even more unsafe, even more vulnerable in America than they already were before this hateful prick came into office, why should we expect them to tour? If making art about their own humanity or who they love will make them a target for the bigots who have been galvanized and validated by this election, where exactly do we as fans get off suggesting that an artist living in fear will make more meaningful art?
Saw This, Thought of You
+ Anish Kapoor is Banned From Buying the World’s Pinkest Paint. Petty and I’m for it.
This made me feel better Saturday morning.