kittydothedishes

kittydothedishes:

had to delete that. stephenmichaelmcdowell will tell u what it said tho.

this isnt meant to reflect kittys exact views but is based on the version of the post she made as i (mis)read it & is entirely paraphrased based on my having skimmed it 1ce before it got deleted:

kittydothedishes said she feels embarrassed abt all the press the ‘tap that’ game got & that she & her friends made it abt 4 women in music who celebrate their bodies, i assume, in celebration of them (often humorously) being open abt & willing to do that

the game wasnt meant to be objectifying (she didnt use this word but seems appropriate)

she referred to it as (the equivalent of) ‘a fart joke’ & she said she asked the ppl who made it to replace all 4 images w her

arbitrarynewsandreview

arbitrarynewsandreview:

I think Stephen Michael McDowell is a fantastic author/artist. His New Hive pieces, which range from critical essays to aesthetic design to collage to video poetry, are some of the best I’ve seen on that platform. Mammal has always been so well-curated, and I’m not sure it’s still an…

electric-cereal
electric-cereal:

Oddity by Stephen Michael McDowell
"He’d dated and fucked and loved a few people. Had kissed them goodbye. Had moved through space like well-meaning oblivion. He’d come to see most myths as old forests. Most people as stalwart monotheists-of-self. He’d shared in confidence pictures of his dick. In public, his contorted face. On social media, his mangled thoughts. It had all been an unseen mirage of just some thing passing. Like fuel into exhaust. Like meat into sausage. Like food into shit. Séamus had wanted to fight things but was unsure what for. He’d concluded he was just the toroidal vortex the dolphin of his consciousness was absently bobbling. He’d wanted to love more. Love Marina, if possible."
read story here

lowkey homage to homers ‘the odyssey’

electric-cereal:

Oddity by Stephen Michael McDowell

"He’d dated and fucked and loved a few people. Had kissed them goodbye. Had moved through space like well-meaning oblivion. He’d come to see most myths as old forests. Most people as stalwart monotheists-of-self. He’d shared in confidence pictures of his dick. In public, his contorted face. On social media, his mangled thoughts. It had all been an unseen mirage of just some thing passing. Like fuel into exhaust. Like meat into sausage. Like food into shit. Séamus had wanted to fight things but was unsure what for. He’d concluded he was just the toroidal vortex the dolphin of his consciousness was absently bobbling. He’d wanted to love more. Love Marina, if possible."

read story here

lowkey homage to homers ‘the odyssey’