“Unfinished Painting” — Keith Haring
This painting was left intentionally incomplete. Haring began it when he was dying due to complications from AIDS, and knew he didn’t have much time left. The piece represents the incomplete lives of him and many others, lost to AIDS during the crisis.
“AIDS Memorial Quilt” — Multiple
This quilt is over 50 tons heavy, and one of, if not the, largest pieces of community folk art. Many people who died of AIDS did not receive funerals, due to social stigma and many funeral homes refusing to handle the deceased’s remains, so this was one of the only ways their lives could be celebrated. Each panel was created in recognition of someone who died due to AIDS, typically by that person’s loved ones.
“Untitled” (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres
This pile of candy weighs the same amount as Gonzalez-Torres’ partner, Ross Laycock, did. Ross Laycock had died due to AIDS-related complications earlier that same year. Visitors who see this piece are encouraged to take some of the candy. As they do so, the pile of candy weighs less and less, like how AIDS had deteriorated the body of Ross Laycock.
The SF Gay Men's Chorus
This photo was taken in 1993. The men in white are the surviving original members. Every man in black is standing in for an original member who lost their lives to AIDS.
“Electric Fan (Feel it Motherfuckers); Only Unclaimed Item from the Stephen Earabino Estate, 1997” — John Boskovich
After the death of his lover, Stephen Earabino, from AIDS, Boskovich discovered that his family had completely cleared his room, including Boskovich’s own possessions, save for this fan. An entire person, existence and relationship had been erased, just like so many lives during the AIDS crisis. Boskovich encased the fan in Plexiglass, but added cutouts so that its air may be felt by the viewer, almost like an exhalation. In a sense, restoring Earabino’s breath.
“Blue” — Derek Jarman
This was Jarman’s final feature film, released four months before his death from AIDS-related complications. These complications had left him visually impaired, able to only see in shades of blue. This film consists of a single shot of a saturated blue color, as the soundtrack to the film described Jarman’s life through narration, intercut with the adventures of Blue, a humanization of the color blue. The film's final moments consist of a set of repeated names: “John. Daniel. Howard. Graham. Terry. Paul". These are the names of former lovers and friends of Jarman who had died due to AIDS.
“Untitled” (Perfect Lovers) — Felix Gonzalez-Torres
Created by the same man who created the previous untitled piece, this piece was also inspired by his lover’s deterioration and death due to AIDS. This piece consists of two perfectly alike clocks. Over the course of time, one of the clocks will fall out of sync with the other.
In a letter written to his lover about the piece, before his lover’s passing, Gonzalez-Tourres wrote, “Don't be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, the time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit were it is due: time. We are synchronized, now forever. I love you.”
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[EN] Unovans be like
[PT-BR] Prrtguês de Prrtgal
[EN] Characters are from the nuzlocke "Lost Month" made by Leon Yorunaki. It's a nuzlocke originally in portuguese and currently being translated into english. You can read the english version here (Go read it!)
[PT] Personagens são da nuzlocke "Um Mês de Desespero" feita por Leon Yorunaki. A nuzlocke foi escrita em português e está completa. No momento, o autor está traduzindo pra inglês. O link dela em português é esse aqui (Vai lá ler!)
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so i wrote a book that comes out soon and having that be real feels like falling down stairs because i wanted this since i was 7 years old so now what do i want after it.
so tell me why today all i care about is the word trundle, that the word trundle exists. of course i have things to do and emails to send and a world of suffering to protect but today my brain won't let me look away from the sheer linguistic improbability of trundle.
i saw a truck doing it. i imagine animals did it first. or people maybe. to trundle comes direct from old english. cows do it on occasion, but more often sheep (in my experience). someone had to name lope and someone had to name slog. the verbs to run and to leap make sense; they are singular and important distinguishers.
but we can bask rather than relax. we can scuttle rather than crawl. sometimes when i move in dance class it is to undulate rather than roll. someone had to name things like sonder and whimsy. of course we had words for tangible things like tree and grass and root. i love those words, i'm eating them.
i don't know the word for this thing. where it's real-now. sometimes i feel it when i am dating someone i actually like-and-love and i realize that is real, i am dating them and it's real that i like-and-love them. sometimes i have this feeling when i have been planning a vacation or an event for weeks-and-months and it finally happens - the feeling this is happening, it's happening right now.
it happens randomly sometimes too. i will be at the carnival or at an ice cream stand or with the last light of summer in my hair and i will feel it again, that sense - i have waited my whole life for this, and im finally experiencing it, and i need to pay attention to it.
but it's real! how amazing! how horribly tragic! it's real. it exists. the moment is here.
i have no idea what to do with it.
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degradation vibes; orgasm denial; fingering; p n v; MDNI 18+
w/ HARRY HOOK
harry hook's "enemy sea sick can't see straight" is making me think about how mean he gets when he fucks you good.
his faux sincerity is often mistaken as generosity. the way he worships you can be mistaken for sweetness. so you get it mixed up. you forget that cruelty runs in his blood. harry hook is mean, and he reminds you when he's with you.
sometimes he'll deprive you. sometimes he'll only give you fleeting touches designed to rile you up enough to distract you. to make you as obsessed with him as he is with you. he knows that when he puts his hand up your skirt and between your legs for just a few minutes, only to pull his touch away and lick his fingers clean before you cum, you'll rely on the memory to get you through the day. until he can give you what you want.
and what you want is for him to fuck you. it's then where he's really mean. when he mocks you with that voice. the one that sounds like he's cooing at you, words slurred together and pushed through pronounced lips. it works really well with his accent, it sounds as natural as his attitude. he's skillful with what he's been given. he knows how to work his hips against yours, what to do with the second head between his legs. the one he usually thinks with.
you'll try to keep your composure. you try to behave as the person you've been groomed into your entire life. but the effort is too great and too consuming whenever you're lost in the haze. so you forget it all. you forget yourself when you're drooling as harry fucks you, but harry cleans it up. when your eyes go unfocused, harry clicks his tongue and snaps at you until your attention is back on him. he's mean, but you like it that way.
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