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Today I’m teaching a class on gender, sexuality, & power relations…I’m excited

I was in the shower just now, thinking about how I am going to discuss these topics in my class & I was reminded about how yesterday an anon asked me why I removed my armpit hair (I had laser hair removal). I removed my armpit hair because I don’t fuckin like my armpit hair, that’s all…not for the approval of men or other women, but simply because I don’t like it. So anywayyyy from that, this is what I concluded….

Growing out one’s armpit hair is JUST as feminine as removing it because femininity is culturally defined.

Gender is a cultural construct. It is the qualities and characteristics we assign to the sex binaries; what we expect from a biological female and what we expect from a biological male. Western society has it’s expectations of the feminine woman and the masculine man, but we all know that the in between area is getting cloudier everyday. We grow up with ideas about gender norms influencing how we perceive others and how we perceive ourselves, and because of that we are acting out our gender roles every second of every day. Okay, now I’m just on a tangent, and I could keep going but I gotta get ready for school. Hope you all are enjoying the sun, the rain, the wind, etc. on your Friday wherever you are.

Me ke aloha

The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.

— Alice Walker

I don’t feel quite right without the moon in the sky

(I would like…)

the sun to cast

a 5 o clock shadow

(one that is slightly rough in texture)

upon the fertile valley

that lies between

my natural peaks

(that I call knees)

I miss kissing. I miss eyes-closed, playing with each others lips and tongues (and secretly, minds). I miss being touched. I miss touching. I miss the way that in the night it’s quiet, except for love sounds. I miss being beneath someone’s warmth, beneath someone’s weight. I miss the way that when two bodies intertwine, only they can know that unique and beautiful moment. I miss how being held felt, how being held like that meant that….I was wanted.

I miss being wanted.

Just because your creativity can’t be materialized in a tangible form doesn’t mean you lack creativity.

You begin to create when you open your mind for the first time. When you imagine something that can’t be seen. When you look past what’s directly in front of you.

You create when you send a smile someone’s way.

You create when you find beauty in the world, beauty in your world.

You create when you are inspired and when you inspire.

You create when you give of yourself to others.

I think art is a term we have limited. Art exists in many more forms than we usually assign the term to. Art is love. Art is ideas. Art is the perpetuation of the phenomenon we call life. Art is chemical reactions between elements, between humans. Art is everything and anything we want it to be, for we are the creators.

“boys are not immediate about anything except when to put it in…or in some cases to ejaculate” - my lovely mother

My appearance is deceiving.
It can’t tell my story like I can.

The popularity that farmer’s markets are gaining in Hawaii is so encouraging to me. Even though we’re out here in the middle of the pacific, we have all the means necessary to sustain & thrive on our own (extremely fertile) land. Not to mention, supporting our local communities has never been more important.

I cried for Troy Davis. I cried for Georgia.
I cried for the voices that won’t be heard.
I cried for the system and it’s enormous faults.
I even cried for the executor (I pity their soul).
I cried for the years that have gone by (and will go by) without a paradigm shift.
I cried for our pasts. I cried for our futures.
But above all that, I cried for us (those who are more than aware and those who are ignorant).

However this effects us, no matter where we stand, this moment and all of the other ironic injustices of our justice system shape our collective history.
We stand together and I hope that in doing so, we’ll shape/create/revolutionize another way.

my breasts just informed me that they are in need of a good fondling. that is all.

People have been asking me how I’ve been and I keep responding with simple words like “good” & “busy”….that needs to end.

There are much more beautiful words to describe this, such as; illuminated and moving.